Cui's Ode to Harmony, Song of Picking Lotus, Jade Flowers and Red Hair, Golden Soup and Running Water. When they meet, they are afraid of losing each other and try their best to pick lotus boats.
Yu Bao and Shi recalled that at that time, Jiang was still interested in picking lotus songs. Close the door for no reason, * * * Dongting waves.
In Cui Guo Fu, the lotus songs are full of flowers, and the golden soup is full of water. When they meet, they are afraid of losing each other and try their best to pick lotus boats.
Wang Wei, Huang Fu, Yue Yunxi, Wu Zawen, Lianwu, picking lotus every day, and the Governor returned home at dusk. Don't splash water on the pole, lest you get red-violet's clothes wet.
Li Bai's Five Poems by Yue Nv (seen in Yue Zhongshu) is a lotus picker in Xiye, and is praised by guests. He smiled and hid in the lotus, pretending to be ashamed.
There are one hundred untitled poems in Qian Qi's "Jiang Xing" (one poem by Xie Qian), and the grass on the shore is even barren, and the village voice is one year old. Rice is harvested at the beginning of dusk, and the lotus boat is idle.
Liu Cailian's song, the sunset in the river is clear, and the song is beautiful. I have been used to picking lotus since I was a child, and I followed the trend at the age of fifteen.
Lotus is picked on the stream of Gu Kuang, but the boat is afraid of shaking the wind. Startled up, Yuanyang stayed, and the water was red.
Zhang Hu read five songs, but he didn't like each other. Picking lotus leaves is the bottom lotus picker.
Teacher Huo always picks lotus girls on the boat and combs them in pairs. I heard that I crossed the river early in the morning to live.
Han lies with Cui-style four-Luo curtains in spring, and embroidered windows are full of worries. It rained all night in South Lake, so the lotus boat should be wet.
Zhang Ji sang a song, Wuqi Qu Xishan made the palace tide full of pools, Wu Gong Xiaoming dogwood branches. Wu recited poems alone and stayed on the boat with Wang last night.
Huangfusong picked two or two lotus seeds, even fragrant lotus seeds for ten hectares, and her sister-in-law was greedy for picking lotus seeds late. I got my bow wet when I came late, and even took off my red skirt to wrap ducks.
Zhang Jiwu started to play the Western Hills to make the palace tide fill the pool, and the palace birds sang dogwood branches. Wuji Cailian sang a song, and the king stayed on the boat last night.
Xu Ning Yuefu's new poem is a thirteen-string girl from Lu who married a good boy in the west of the city early. I don't envy the hardships of stream singers, but I go to the green window to sleep when picking lotus.
Shi Jianwu gave Zheng Yuhua, a female Taoist, two poems about picking lotus flowers in Mingjing Lake, but she learned immortals from her grandmother. Juss fell into the green purse by mistake, which string is still a long way.
Shi Jianwu met He Zhongxuanjun in Yuezhou, lived on the west bank of Jinghu Lake, and was at the foot of Siming Mountain with Mo Jingchun. Several lotus pickers in front of the door want to park the lotus boat in the ownerless place.
He Wulian is sparkling in the floating place, and the fragrance outside the wind gives birth to the dust at the bottom of socks. Lotus leaves and lotus skirts set each other off, and you can't see the lotus pickers when you listen to the songs.
Xu soul spent the night in Yongle, pregnant with lotus beads full of sorrow and blue waves, and Wu Wa sang lotus picking songs seven times. Thousands of miles away from Hengtang, reeds rustle and it is stormy.
In Jingxi, Li Jiuling, fishing lights are on at night, and hookahs are clear and bright. The beach started Yuanyang, and a pair of lotus picking boats heard the sound.
There are hundreds of poems in the Harmony Palace, and the early autumn is quiet, and the lotus flowers are collected around the basin. Draw robes on the ground and look for palace willows to see cicadas.
People on the waves are like flowers in the palm of your hand. ("Lotus Picking Song", for details, see "Le Shu")
Chen Tao endowed the doll of Helv Palace in the ancient lotus pond with the ability to pick lotus, and the pearl became a dragon boat. Three thousand clever smiles are no longer seen, and Jiangtou wastes garden flowers every year.
Li is singing beside? I am flying under the blue stream, and I am enjoying autumn. On the 28th, she wore a skirt to pick lotus, and ran to the blue boat in the light rain with a smile.
Sun Guangxian picked ten hectares of fragrant lotus flowers, and his sister-in-law was greedy and late in picking lotus flowers. I got my bow wet when I came late, and even took off my red skirt to wrap ducks.
Mrs. Hua Rui's Gong Ci (hereinafter 41 poems by Wang Jue, children of Liyuan) began to fly over Sha Ou when the family was chasing lotus picking. Qiu Lan patted the water together, struggled with the boat and got his clothes wet.
Mrs. Huarui's Gong Ci (41 poems written by Wang Jue for the children of Liyuan) Teenagers are picking lotus flowers one by one, and Luomao Luoshan skillfully punishes them. Every time I get to the shore, I have to beat the water for a long time and try to lift my hands out of the boat.
Wan Qirong bid farewell to the birds in the southeast of Jiangtou, saying it was Hometown Day. It's late on the river, so you can order thousands. The log breaks the moon frequently and the number of years is repeated. Xunyang water will be 24 years old tomorrow, and acacia will send lotus flowers.
Bao Rong's "Hehe Picking Lotus Songs" contains two lotus picking songs: water comes without wind, and the lotus pond is as loose as a mirror. Summer shirt with short sleeves is red, colorful songs laugh at new hibiscus, and fish plays listen to Liandong.
Uncle Yan, the fisherman's face is proud, his clothes are covered and his clothes are cut. Regain Qiu Jiang. A lotus picking wind is good. People are not drunk. Yuanyang is frightened to fly. It is too tender to pick tender strips. Knock on the painting fan and steal the gold core. In the middle of the night, the moon pearl fell. How much meaning. Red cheeks have a little bit of acacia tears.
On the north bank of Yue Nv picking lotus, Yan Shu fishermen are proud of it. It's light and short, and it's easy to follow suit. Face competes with flowers. The running water is slow. Always look at your makeup in the mirror. Lotus leaves are layered, green umbrellas. Lotus houses are decorated with golden lanterns. A handful of lotus root silk kept pulling. Red sun night. Looking back, I want to take it to heart.
Ouyang Xiu loves flowers, and Yue Nv picks lotus autumn waters. The narrow sleeves are light, revealing double gold cymbals. Take a picture and pick flowers like noodles. Only * * * silk confusion in my heart. ? It's getting late at the beach. The fog is heavy and the smoke is light, and there is no companion when you come. The faint song spread to the distance. Sorrow leads to Jiang Nanan.
Ouyang xiu's recent love affair, autumn wind and waves wash sand. The ethereal fairy boat is just like autumn. What Annette Lu is worried about is a soldier. Looking at flowers is like crying makeup. Fold the lotus stems. Lotus broken silk lead, dedicated to melancholy. Don't take flowers home. There is a man across the river.
Bodhisattva Zuko, who can paint rain on the sand? Smoke swept through the bamboo forest. The other shore is inclined. The lotus pickers haven't come back yet. Mandarin ducks are like translators. Yeah, red bath. Go back when you go. Teach Nong sorrow.
Yan Qingping is in full bloom. Autumn sounds turn all night. Fragments of green and red incense were broken. Dragons are westerly winds. Mochow lives by the river. Picking lotus leaves every year worries me. Who cares if the water fades? Last night, the moon sailed on the blue boat.
Yan He sang and danced casually when picking lotus in spring. Spend a day among flowers. Darkness comes with the breeze at the end of the apple until the willow tip leans against the moon. Stop talking about Jiangtou Road. Sue lives in the seaside building. When thinking about martial arts dreams, don't lower the heartbroken position of Qinyuan.
Yan Yumei sings in the moonlight. * * * Wen Jun. What's more, love is as shallow as spring breeze. One night, the branches were covered with new green instead of the remaining red. There is a lotus letter in Pingxiang. Have fun with the oars. There will be no lotus picking season. When you are drunk, you are covered in flowers and shadows, and thousands of people help you.
Yan picked mulberry in Bailianchi last month and reunited tonight. Qu shui LAN Zhou I remember flying with Joan to watch the moon sleep. Yellow flowers and green wine are wet with tears after separation. Old things happen every year. In season, Nanhu picks lotus again.
Yan stayed on the lotus-picking boat in spring, and the night felt steep, which was very autumn. Angry cold flowers are temporarily fragrant, similar to shallow feelings and people. Yu Rui's songs are clear and intoxicating at night. Love bridge, the wind is good. The wet red skirt wine disappeared at the beginning, and I remembered what happened in Nanxi.
Huang Tingjian's Qingping Letang iced wine is good. I only hate small silver cups. The new work Jin Hegong is unique. This painting is going to fall down. Picking lotus is a clear song. Urgent sandalwood urges the golden river to roll. Ling Bo slept in a piece of Zui Xiang, which was even more shocking.
He returned to the Emerald Building in Linjiang County with thin curtains and a small jade dresser. Thrushcross can hardly be called a coward. Shame on the face, charming on the voice. Outside the Yulan boat, the wind blew away the fibers. A mirror in Pinghu is green. Slow songs and light teasing, picking lotus at dusk.
Chao Buzhi's farewell dinner remembered his false defense of Xing Wu. Double streams and four weeping willows. The blue boat crosses Yifeng Bridge, pouring water and carving flowers. Little red makeup under the candle, competing to see Shi Jun return. It is difficult and difficult to join hands with Songting. The poem "Shui Xuan" remains the same. How many violets depend on each other and hate each other, looking back at the west wind. Look down at the lotus pickers, the smoke is heavy.
Zhou Bangyan Nanxiangzi is surrounded by autumn wind. In western Western jackdaw, the door is open at dusk. Remember to say goodbye to the rain and sing. Parting is not just a cloud after rain. Kobayashi tourmaline gold. Just like the first spring in Jiangnan. It should be picking lotus flowers to find each other's leisure partners. Collect lotus plums and old people.
Ye Mengde Linjiang Fairy didn't see the fish jump and twist the harbor, and the lake passed by specially. The rustle of wind and rain. Wei Yun blew away, and the cool moon fell flat. I haven't finished drinking a glass of white wine, and I'm staggered when I come back. No one can sing lotus picking songs. Xiao Xuan is holding a pillow, and the Milky Way is hanging from the eaves.
Zhu Dunru Cebu pillow seamount horizontal, Lingjiang tide, pheasant autumn wind sunset. When you have nothing to do, look for Guizi and listen to Brother Ling. It's not bad to come to the lake to cool off at night. A few blue boats, picking lotus flowers, traveling with women, returning to flowers with chagrin. Nai Chang 'an disappeared, Liu Lang was old and hurt his arm. Who believes in the romantic past, now gaunt, but Wuling is young. When it comes to flowers, when it comes to wine, it is often lazy to sing and laugh. In addition to serving Tianwei, we also eliminated Mad Lu and reorganized Gankun. * * * Red pine holding hands, riding the bright moon, and then visiting Pengdao.
Zhou Zizhi Xijiang Yueshi's providence didn't teach Qiu Lao, and first frost's beauty was appropriate. Wine is red and nephrite is fragrant. It's different from pear flower. Come to accompany Sun Lang for a small banquet and dance in the breeze. Deeper green water shines with red makeup. It's on a lotus picking boat.
Cai Shen and Huan Xisha both skimmed the water and flew away. Even Yu has not turned into mud. Wild roses are in full bloom by the fence. If you walk less and walk more, there will always be hatred, but when you come temporarily, it is both beneficial and sad. Later, when picking lotus.
Li Mi-Xun Smoke Cage Liu Zhi Lv Shou Xi. Picking lotus is new and dancing is weak. Take up all the scenery, paradise on earth, what evening. Put on the blue robe to celebrate the New Year and the kindness. Cheering all night, the city is full of spirit, and spring scenery stays.
Shi Hao picked lotus and danced in Yuen Long Palace. Listen to Juntiandi's music and know him several times. Struggle like a human being, picking a new biography of lotus. The waist of the willow is light, and the tongue of the warbler is squeaky. Who is bound by the smoke of freedom? Helpless, the shift has been urged. But driving in Cai Feng, Furong expected. May I accompany you to this party every year?
Shi Hao, there are several piles of jade buns at the far entrance of Huanxisha. Pinghu is a thousand hectares of Liuli Bi. When I was urged to board the boat. Carrying the moon like a floating jade mirror, picking lotus and holding swallow fat. Where to find Yaochi.
Introduction of Redstone Fisherman's Pride * Fisherman's Pride The Yangtze River has no heat in June. The surging waves washed their gullies and invaded the sand. The canoe rose with the waves. Why not be afraid? It was never a storm plan. Do not envy the lotus Shu banner. Pick a lotus flower. Who is the son? Let me buy fish to flirt. Drift system laughter in the flowers.
Shi Hong Ruan Langgui clarified that your lotus root is like a boat. The boat used to pick lotus. I have been trying to pile up green money. I've known for several years now. The guests are sad when people leave. Jiuquan adds a fountain of tears. Stay in a room tonight. Heartbroken herb.
The good things in Redstone are more and more beautiful in spring, and Momo can be folded outside the window. If you ask for pity, it's a low season. The host put on red makeup specially, so don't worry. Although Sanjing is cold, there are lotus picking boats.
Liu Zhihan water cooling dew washing gold well leaves fall under the phoenix tree. Wandering and degenerate fairy, what happened to Fahua as a poet? A picture of a black hat rustling, sitting on a white stone in a clear spring, holding his head straight and caressing Changsong. Lonely cranes come home late, and the sound is in the blue sky. Fairy House, Jade Festival and Golden Raft. In southern Guizhou, 100,000 tigers control the carving of bows. Laugh at the reflection of Bihe, sing a new lotus picking song, and the words are full of autumn wind. At the age of 8,000, Jane Pei grew into Daming Palace.
When Yuan went to China, he painted a pearl curtain covering the whole river, with no land and boundless waves. Clouds roll and clouds are smooth, the western hills are green, and the river is half black. When I returned to Bai Niao at sunset, I got lost in a fishing boat deep in the dusk smoke. Listen to Acura, swim girls and pick lotus, and the sounds correspond. Sorrow is like weaving, and people can save it. Love is always there, but joy is more difficult. Still fragrant, old bamboo shoots. When an official returns from the sea, the dust rushes to his hat, and the drinker clears the frost and invades his temples. The saddest place, independence, and the west wind.
Cao Guan frosted the sky and the horizon, and the smoke condensed. Whose girl picks lotus? Picking a lotus smile in hand conveys elegance and happiness. Folding leaves to persuade the gold boat. The fragrant wind attacked the banquet. Finally, I gave the immortal in the wine a piece of diligence.
Cheng covers the beautiful scenery of the south of the full moon, the west wind breaks the geese, and the autumn is full of Pinghu. When all the lotus pickers are exhausted, the cool color fights the mushroom pu. Old belief in the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, a Wan Li and a faint sea bass. Who knows, Wu Nong doesn't know, Monday is lonely. With high, gradually disappointed, auspicious clouds everywhere, flat. When can I see my hometown again? Even if there is a lotus thread system, it will not be like a chrysanthemum. Returning to love is far away, and it is still raining in the middle of the night.
Shi Dazu He Sina Green Barrier Cheng Nanshu. There are many tall buildings in the city, and there are countless downstairs. The guest leans on the fish and avoids it, fearing that he is a pole partner. Inclusive Beppu Peace Boat. There is no wind between the willow shadows, and money is full of poetry, flying over the mandarin duck spectrum. People are in heartbreaking places. It is raining in these two mountains. If you want to lower your curtain and short your forehead, you will frown when you see hate. Don't sleep on the harp for the sake of honour, for fear of being worried by Song. I want to take this opportunity to pick the lotus and go home. Although Liu Lang is old, he has been sentimental for many years. Laugh, old gull heron.
Wu Qian is in a small mountain stream, and it is more appropriate to go to Qiu Lai at night. At sunset, there are blue clouds. Whose boat picks lotus? Double egrets, start flying with people on their backs. Smoke and water are getting more and more sad. Fish lamp count to three, first sight. The west wind is full of white apples. If you stay long, who knows what you are thinking?