Praise the poetry of the hotel

Affectionate wind, Wan Li roll tide, mercilessly send tide back. What is the oblique light of Qiantang River and Pukou in Xixing? You don't have to think about now and now. Who is as old as Dongpo?

I remember that the west side of West Lake is the advantage of Sunset Mountain, and the sky is full of smoke. Poets are all the same, just like I am to you. Let's go back to the Oriental Sea another day. I hope to thank you and be elegant. Xizhou Road, don't look back, put clothes on me.