What are the poems praising the lakeside of Belga?

There is only one poem praising Lake Baikal, which was written by Li.

Lake Baikal

Text/original ink name/Li

Crying in the wrong spring and autumn, rain flooding the starry sky,

The night silently hurt the dense in the oil painting,

In the palm of the moss, there is a strange shadow.

There are still clouds on the shore of Lake Baikal.

Dandelion season has just begun,

Ripples that will fade in the middle of the lake

Dance violently in the sun for a while.

Sunset becomes my jubilant poem,

The red tail blocks the white light,

Yin dyed the four seasons of life,

In the heart of the flower who wants to talk

Start traveling in a strange country.

Roses are everywhere, greed is endless at night,

Shut your mouth when the breeze comes.

It's thunder and lightning again, and the seasons change.

The eaves pieced together into a very close lake,

Reflects the sadness of losing the bluebird in the sky.

Cold love, warm love

It's all love, because it has been here before.

When the parting smile becomes a sculpture in the distance,

The depiction lurking in the bottom of my heart has lost its tenacious pen.

Running in the wheat fields by Lake Baikal,

Smashed the dim light,

When you turn around, the sunrise is no longer a signal of rebirth;

The tide of happiness soon receded,

Leave an empty horizon and sigh the time behind.