Poems praising Kunming Lake

Year:? Modern? Author:? Guo Moruo

I don't envy the birds in Tianchi or the grilled fish in the north.

Riding the wind in Wan Li in an instant, comfortable in Lyzjc.

I just arrived in New West Billy and passed Ulaanbaatar. There is nothing to see.

Who is Gankunda? Hun as a husband.

Tired of singing, talking about rest, and painting.

Suddenly, the Great Wall is in front of us, and the fog in the cave fills the air.

There are mountains on the ground, and everyone in the sky looks down at Kunming Lake.

Beautiful mountains and rivers are good, and the weather is different today.