白马庙巷
Baimaamiao Lane
泼水观音
Stone Carving（石雕） of Bodhisattva Guanyin
Encircled by majestic mountains and traversed by winding rivers, China’s age-old landscapes unfold into a breathtaking tableau;
Here, where birds glide above and verdant grasses sway, life thrives endlessly,
cradling a flourishing civilization at the water’s edge.
In the heart of vibrant wetlands, amidst a tapestry of life, let us together stand in awe of the wetlands’ countless marvels.
As the first cove of the 18 coves along the mountain In Xixi, it is located on the flat ground in the north of Jiangjun Mountain and Meinu Mountain. It was the tea land farmland and orchard of Liuxia Dongyue Production Brigade in Xihu District in the beginning of new China. In 1958, some lands in the cove were expropriated, and Hangzhou Bus Factory was built. The entrance of Cai Cove is comparatively wide, and the valley is deep. Its terrain is strategically located and difficult of access; the mountain is a protective screen. Hence, cannon training can be conducted here, In the Qing Dynasty, it was the cannon training field garrisoned by the Eight Banners of Hangzhou.
翻译者用 cove 可能是因为：
- valley 太大（大山谷）
- cove 有 小而封闭的地形感觉
- 在景区翻译里常见
类似例子：- Tiger Cove（虎坞）
- Hidden Cove（隐坞）
Hangzhou’s West Lake is one of China’s most celebrated literary landscapes. For centuries, Chinese poets have immortalized its waters, weeping willows, and mist-covered hills. the most famous ode, “drinking by the lake: clear sky at first, then rain” by su shi, compares the lake to the legendary beauty xi shi:
(of some trees 某些树木) with branches that hang downwards 有下垂枝条的
a weeping willow/fig/birch
垂柳；枝条下垂的无花果树／桦树
’yi jiangnan’ 憶江南
bo juyi 白居易[1]
in a hill temple in the moonlight searching for cassia buds,
in the state pavilion, head on pillow, watching the tidal wave.
when will be the day that i shall roam again?
‘drinking by the lake: clear sky at first, then rain’
‘yin hushang chu qing hou yu’ 飲湖上初晴後雨
su shi 蘇軾[2]
the shimmer of light on the water is the play of sunny skies,
the blur of colour across the hills is richer still in rain.
if you wish to compare the lake in the west to the lady of the west,
lightly powdered or thickly smeared the fancy is just as apt.
‘spring theme: above the lake’
‘Chun ti hushang’ 春題湖上
Bo Juyi[3]
Now spring is here the lake seems a painted picture,
Unruly peaks all round the edge, the water spread out flat.
Pines in ranks on the face of the hills, a thousand layers of green:
The moon centred on the heart of the waves, just one pearl.
Threadends of an emerald-green rug, the extruding paddy-shoots:
Sash of a blue damask skirt, the expanse of new reeds.
If I cannot bring myself yet to put Hangzhou behind me,
Half of what holds me here is on this lake.
‘Walking in Spring by West Lake’
‘Qiantang Hu chunxing’ 錢塘湖春行
Bo Juyi[4]
North of Lone Hill Temple, west of the Jia Pavilion,
The water’s surface has just smoothed, the foot of the cloud low.
Wherever you go new-risen orioles jostle for the warmest tree:
What are they after, the newborn swallows that peak at the spring mud?
A riot of blossoms not long from now will be dazzling to the eye,
The shallow grass can hardly yet submerge the horse’s hoof.
Best loved of all, to the east of the lake, where I can never walk enough,
In the shade of the green willows, the causeway of white sand.
‘At An Inn in Hangzhou’
‘Ti Lin’an di’ 題臨安邸
Lin Sheng 林升[5]
Beyond the hills blue hills, beyond the mansions mansions -
To song and dance on the West lake when will there be an end?
Idlers fuddled on the fumes of the warm breeze
Will turn Hangzhou that rises into Kaifeng that fell.
‘Sixth Month, 27th Day:
Written While Drunk on Lake Prospect Tower’
‘Wanghu Lou zui shu wu jue’ 望湖樓醉書五絕
Su Shi[6]
Swirled ink of black cloud has not yet covered the hills,
Jumping pearls of white rain riotously enter the boat.
A wind to curl the earth up comes, in an instant blows them away,
And under Lake Prospect Tower water seems sky.
The fish and turtles it’s forbidden to catch come as near you as they please,
The lotus blossoms no one owns open wherever you go.
Pillowed on water you can order the hills to tilt up, tilt down.
The boat in the breeze has got the knack of ambling round the moon.
Come, take from time the leisure’s share you will.
Semi-retirement is retirement still.
Where better could I settle and find a home
Than such a place with peerless lake and hill?