徜徉在西湖之畔,看西湖一路绿草繁花,诗人的心漾起一丝涟漪。春风吹过,诗人驻足贾亭,西望湖面上的景色。湖面很平,平得没有一丝波澜,水面与长堤相平,云儿的倒影映在湖面上。抬起头,刚刚冒出新芽的柳树一派盎然的生机,调皮的黄莺迫不及待地飞向自己所爱的向阳的树林,互相嚷嚷着,仿佛谁也不愿错过这明媚的春光。几只燕子也微倾着身子,在风中飞翔,缤纷多彩的花儿迷住了诗人的双眼,刚刚探出头来的小草,一个劲儿 徜 徉 In the West Lake, watching the West Lake all the way green grass flowers, the poet’s heart Yang ripples. Spring breeze, the poet stops Jia Ting, West Lake scenery. The lake is very flat, no trace of peace, the water level and the Long Beach phase, the reflection of the clouds reflected in the lake. Looked up, just emerging sprout of willow trees full of vitality, naughty yellow Ying can not wait to fly to their favorite sunny forest, shouting with each other, as if no one would like to miss this bright spring. A few swallows are also slightly tilted body, flying in the wind, colorful flowers fascinated the poet’s eyes, just stuck his head out of the grass, every effort