白居易

West of Jia Pavilion and north of Lonely Hill，

Water brims level with the bank and clouds hang low.

Disputing for sunny trees， early orioles trill;

Pecking vernal mud in， young swallows come and go.

A riot of blooms begins to dazzle the eye;

Amid short grass the horse hoofs can barely be seen.

I love best the east of the lake under the sky;

The bank paved with white sand is shaded by willows green.

孤山寺北贾亭西，水面初平云脚低。

几处早莺争暖树，谁家新燕啄春泥。

亂花渐欲迷人眼，浅草才能没马蹄。

最爱湖东行不足，绿杨阴里白沙堤。