Jiangnan
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and there are fields of lotus leaves.
The fish plays among the lotus leaves, the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the east,
The fish plays with the lotus leaves to the west, the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the south, and the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the north.
Wang Changling of the Lotus Picking Song
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus blooming to both sides of the face.
You can't see anyone entering the pool, but you can only feel someone coming when you hear the song.
Dawn comes out and Jingci sends Lin Zifang off to Yang Wanli
After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn, I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my brows, but it is in my heart.
The lotus flowers are clear. The stone waves
The five-inch lotus leaves are delicate, and they stick to the waves without hindering the movement of the painting boat;
When the wind blows in April and May, it can also Covering the waist of a beautiful woman.
"The Theory of Love and Lotus" by Zhou Dunyi of the Song Dynasty
There are many lovely flowers on land and water. Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since the Li and Tang Dynasties, people have loved peonies very much. I only love the lotus that comes out of the mud but is not stained, washes the clear ripples without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches, can be viewed from a distance but cannot be played with.
◇ Qingyang Ferry ~ Jin· Yuefu
The green lotus covers the green water, and the hibiscus is covered with red and fresh colors. There are lotus roots with roots underneath and lotus with heads above.
◇Ode to Lotus ~ Southern Dynasty·Liang·Shen Yue
The gentle breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the gentle dew touches the red house. The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red.
◇Plucking lotus~Southern Dynasties·Liang·Wujun
Weigela with mixed flowers and flowers, and robes hanging down the green river. Asked where he was going now, he went out to collect lotus flowers from the south of the Yangtze River. Three thousand miles west of Liaoning, there is no reason to send my wish. I hope you will return soon and the lotus flowers will bloom.
◇Poetry of Lotuses~Jiang Hong
There are tiny grasses in Zepi, which can bloom and bear fruit. The green leaves like to turn in the wind, and the red leaves like to shine in the sun. When I moved to Yuchi, my roots were not lost. How to interact with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying fluffy.
◇Ode to the Hibiscus of the Same Heart ~ Sui Dynasty Du Gongzhan
The lotus blossoms are shining brightly, and the pavilions emerge from the water. A solitary stem attracts green, and two shadows create dividends. The color captures the song's face, and the fragrance dances in the wind of the clothes. The name Lotus can be recited naturally, and the two minds are the same.
◇The Lotus Picking Song ~ Sui Dynasty Yin Yingtong
There are countless companions in the boat, and they untie the rope to urge each other. There is no need to wipe off the sweat and powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The floats are moving in disorder, and the boat comes in and leans on the lotus. Lotus roots are tied together in strands, and lotus leaves are held in cups.
◇Ancient Style (Twenty-Six)~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The green lotus grows in the quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh. Autumn flowers emerge from the green water, and dense leaves gather green smoke. The beauty and pink are peerless, who can pass on the fragrance? Sit and watch the flying frost, withering this red and fragrant year.
The roots have not yet been harvested, but I would like to stay by the Hua Pond.
◇The Lotus Picking Song~Liang Liu Xiaowei of the Southern Dynasties
The golden oar magnolia boat plays the lotus picking in the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus fragrance spreads across Pudu, and lotus leaves fill the river. The house is easy to hold, and the handle is curved. When the flowers are dew, the hair is wet, and the wind stems are blowing.
◇If you break the lotus, you will get a gift~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Walking in the river and playing in the autumn water, I love the fresh red lotus. If you climb the lotus and play with its beads, the ripples will not become round. The beauty is in the colorful clouds, and I want to give it to the distant sky. There is no reason to miss lovesickness, and look forward to the cool breeze with regret.
◇Lotus~Li Shangyin
They are all colorless, but they have no fragrance. Yao banquets are set up to enjoy the coolness, and golden restraints are left late. When I return to my quilt, the lamp shines on my clothes, and when I cross my socks, they are soaked in water. I anticipate farewell in the autumn before, and sing songs in my dreams after separation.
◇Lotus~Wen Tingyun
The green pond sways and connects with the stars, and the orchids roll into the white apples. It should be the stockings of Luo Shenbo, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant.
◇Go out to Jingci Temple in the evening to see off Lin Zifang~Yang Wanli
After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
◇Hibiscus on Qian's Pond~Wen Zhengming
In September, flowers in the south of the Yangtze River come to an end, and hibiscus lingers in Zhongzhou. The beauty smiles across the water, and the setting sun still brings sadness.
The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows the golden city in autumn. Looking at each other in old age is useless, there is a kind of tranquility in the pond.
◇A Cut of Plum Blossoms~Northern Song Dynasty·Li Qingzhao
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn, I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers float and the water flows.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
◇Su Muzhe~Northern Song Dynasty·Zhou Bangyan
Burn agarwood to relieve the heat. Birds call their eyes, invading the dawn and peeking into the eaves. On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain falls, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts them one by one.
My hometown is far away, when will I go? He lives in Wumen and has been traveling in Chang'an for a long time. Do you remember each other in May? In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu.
◇Liantang~Ming Dynasty·Huang Qiong
In Dongjia Lake in the vast desert, green trees shade the inlet. The fragrance of brocade can be seen continuously for ten miles, and the west wind and the bright moon return with songs.
◇Lotus Picking Song~Li Yaru
The lotus root fields are spread out next to the lake, with faintly connected dots of red flowers. Three or five small boats are about to go, singing loudly and picking lotus flowers.
◇Furong~Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty
The most pitiful thing is the few red and pink marks, the small bamboo gate beside the bridge outside the water. Looking at myself in shock and pity, Xishi originally lived in Zhuluo Village.
◇Thoughts on Ou Xiang~Modern · Xiawen
Farewell to the ancient town of Anyi, boating on the water in Ou Xiang; the willows on the bank are dyed green and the clear stream is green, and the fragrance of lotus is refreshing and golden Autumn.
Being stranded in a foreign land hurts poverty and chaos, but returning to my hometown is full of joy and scenery; political leaders and people are rich, and the hibiscus fairy is happy to come and visit.
◇The South Pavilion is so beautiful in summer~Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the cool evening breeze, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.
◇Untitled·Part 2~Li Shangyin
A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond. The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain, Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei. In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
◇Friends in Summer~Xu Ji
Flowing water steps eliminate silence, and you can feel free to sleep alone. The moon is growing in the forest, and the forest is about to dawn, and the rain is like autumn all night. Recalling Hehuapu from far away, who chants Du Ruozhou? It may be a good night without dreams, but if there is a dream, we will travel together.
◇Huanxisha·Xue Zhaoyun
The country and the city are overwhelmed by hatred, so many red tears weep over Gusu, leaning against the wind and staring at the snowy skin. The sun sets over the mountains and rivers of Lord Wu, the palace of the King of Yue is half flat, and the lotus flowers and water chestnuts are all over the lake.
◇Nanxiangzi·Li Xun
Riding a colorful boat, crossing the lotus pond, singing songs to wake up the sleeping mandarin ducks. Wandering girls snuggled up with fragrance and laughed, vying for slimness and folding their lotuses to cover up the evening sunshine.
◇Huanxisha·Li Jing
The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the westerly wind is worrying among the blue waves. Still haggard and haggard with the time, unbearable to look at.
The drizzle dreamed of returning to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building. How many tears of infinite hatred, leaning on the railing.
◇Sidixiang·Sun Guangxian
How? More lingering feelings! A shy moth gathers under the everlasting water curtain. Six pictures of skirts on the ground trace the blue waves slightly. See the drizzle and heavy rain all over the ground.
◇Recalling Yuhang·Pan Lang
I always remember the lonely mountain. The mountain is like a cluster of black flowers in the center of the lake. The monk's room faces the lake on all sides, and the clear water comes and goes.
The fragrance of lotus flowers fills the Lianyun Pavilion, and the sound of the pavilion is clear and the bells are heard under the eaves. Don't let the dust stain people's clothes, and dream about flying in the air.
◇Picking Mulberry·Ouyang Xiu
The West Lake is beautiful after the lotus flowers bloom. When wine comes, there is no need for flags, but red buildings and green covers in front and behind. The painting boat was pushed into the depths of the flowers, the fragrance was golden, the mist and rain were gentle, and I returned drunk with music and songs.
◇Linjiang Immortal·Ouyang Xiu
It is raining on the light thunder pond outside the willow, and the sound of raindrops is breaking. The west corner of the small building has a bright red sky. The place where I lean against the wall is waiting for the moon to shine.
The swallows fly to peek at the painted building, and the jade hook hangs down the curtain. The cool waves will not move and the mat will be flat. There are two pillows of water essence, with a fallen hairpin hanging beside them.
◇Licorice Seed·Liu Yong
At dusk in autumn, lotuses are scattered randomly, and pearls rain down. After the rain, the moon shines brightly, and it becomes cold in Yuanyangpu.
On the pond, Pinglan is worried about having no partner, but this is the mood of living alone! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, he recited the words of Fenlang.
◇Die Lianhua·Yan Jidao
The first twist of frost gives rise to despair. The sound of orioles in the leaves seems to be imitating Qin'e's singing. After waking up from a nap, I felt lazy for a while, and the double-striped green mat was covered with cold waves. After the rain, the wind blows and the blue sky rises.
The lotuses are pulsing, and the faces are red with tears. Slanted against the green clouds and the crescent moon, the curved ring looks like a frown.
◇Sheng Chazi·Yan Jidao
I have always hated crossing the river, so I moved to live near Xitou. While wandering on the Mulan boat, I strayed into Shuangyuan Pu. There are thin clouds for no reason, and the rain is dark. The green sleeves are cold, and I want to speak to the lotus.
◇Ruan Langgui·Early Summer·Su Dongpo
The green locust trees and tall willows swallow new cicadas, and the scented wind first blows. The heavy smoke washes away under the green screen window, and the sound of chess frightens people who sleep in the daytime.
After the light rain, the lotuses turn over and the pomegranate flowers bloom. The jade basin is clear with delicate hands, and the pearls are broken but round.
◇Yong Yule·Su Dongpo
The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the clear scenery is infinite. Fish are jumping in Qugang, lotuses are pouring out dew, and there is no one to see the loneliness. Like three drums, one leaf is sonorous, and the dark dreamy clouds are startled. The night is vast, and I am looking for nowhere again. I feel like I have been walking around the small garden. A tired traveler from the end of the world, returning to the mountains, looking past his hometown. The Swallow Tower is empty, where is the beauty? The swallow in the empty locked building. The past and present are like dreams, never dreamed, but there are old joys and new resentments. At the same time, Yu Hao sighed at the night view of Huanglou.
◇Mantingfang·Huang Tingjian
The repair water is thick and clear, the new strips are light green, and the green light reflects the empty pavilion. There are golden mandarin ducks and frost herons, and the lotus paths are covered with secluded duckweeds. The balusters of the fragrant ferry are bent and red, and the lattice is thin and sparse.
On a clear night, the moon is full in Hengtang, and the clear water can see the moving stars. It's pleasant to listen to. After the light rain, the algae and nymphaeum will be moved to the bed, and the Xiang mat will be a square screen.
The mist-scaled clouds are swirling, the sound is constant, and the eaves are ringing with wind chimes. When the banquet resumes, the Yaochi is full of snow and the mountains are dewy and the Buddha's head is green.
◇Huang Yinger·Chao Buzhi
The beauty of Nanyuan is suitable for summer. In twos, twos, threes, new bamboo shoots emerge from the bamboo shoots, and Yi Yi crosses the eaves and invades the house.
Listen to the wind blowing in the lotus leaves, and the rain falling from the parasol trees. After noon, the shadows on the curtain are uneven, the sound of cicadas is heard in the distant forest, and the remains of a deep dream are revealed.
Standing still, the past is gone, how could I have lived there for a while? Taking care of human affairs, it is not enough to reflect on the emotions in dreams.
Looking at the tea floating flowers, a wisp of fragrance lingers on the stick. The strange Taoist said: Tao Qian was the couple of Emperor Xi.
◇Nan Kezi·"Selected Poems of Sages of the Tang and Song Dynasties"
Ten miles of green mountains are far away, and the tide-level road is sandy. The birds chirp several times to complain about the years, and it’s the desolate time again at the end of the world!
The white dew collects the waning moon, and the breeze disperses the dawn clouds. I asked the lotus beside the green poplar embankment: Do you remember that person who sold wine that year?
◇Bodhisattva Man·Mrs. Wei
The red building leans against the stream, and the stream in front of the building condenses with cold jade. The Mulan boat is rippling, and there are young people in the boat. The lotus blossoms are so sweet that they smile into Yuanyang Pu. The smoke is low on the waves, and the song is returning under the moon.
◇Su Muzhe·Zhou Bangyan
Burn agarwood to relieve the heat. Birds call out for the clear sky, and they peek into the eaves at dawn. On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain falls. The water surface is clear and round, and each one is lifted by the wind. My hometown is far away, when will I go? He lives in Wumen and has been traveling in Chang'an for a long time. Do you remember each other in May? In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu.
◇Huanxisha·Zhang Yuanqian
The mountains surround the flat lake and the waves shake the city. The reflection of the lake is soaked in the green mountains, and the crystal downstairs is about to be updated. When the foggy willows are dark, the clouds and the moon rise, and the dew and lotuses turn over, and the water flows with fireflies, and their rustles spread until dawn.
◇Linjiangxian·Ye Mengde
There was no jumping fish in Qugang, and I passed by the lake specially. Xiao Xiao Shu wind chaos rain lotus. The slight clouds have blown away, and the bright moon has fallen into a flat wave. I'm still drunk after a glass of white wine, and I'm still feeling drunk when I come back.
No one can sing the song of collecting water chestnuts. Xiao Xuan pillow mat, eaves shadow hanging stars.
◇Nian Nujiao·Jiang Kui
A famous couple, I remember that when I came here I tried to be a couple. Thirty-six people have not arrived yet, and there are countless people wearing wind clothes. The green leaves are blowing cool, the jade face sells wine, and the wild rice rain is sprinkled. Swirling beautifully,
The cold fragrance flies up to the poem. At dusk, the pavilions are covered with green canopies, and my lover is gone. Are you struggling to endure the waves? I'm just afraid that my dancing clothes are cold and easy to fall off, and I'm worried about the west wind in Nanpu. The tall willow trees are overcast, and the old fish is blowing the waves.
Leave me to live among the flowers. How many fields are there, how many times we return home across the sand.
◇Yan Guiliang·Fenglian·Jiang Jie
I dreamed that the spring in the Tang Palace was late, and the dance was coming, and the train was dragging. The Cuiyun team is fighting in Jiangxia clothes, with their hands hanging down. Suddenly, there was a sudden rush of drums and the general rose up, like a colorful phoenix, flying around in confusion.
I didn’t see Concubine Wan Qiong in my dream, but saw lotus flowers blown by the wind.
◇Water Fairy·Ode to the South of the Yangtze River·Zhang Yanghao
The smoke and water of a river illuminate the blue sky, and people on both sides of the strait have painted eaves. The autumn light is dim in the lotus bushes, and I can see the sand gulls dancing again and again, and the fragrant wind rolls up the ten-mile bead curtain. The painting boat is approaching the horizon, the wine flag is blowing outside, and the love is in the south of the Yangtze River
Qingyang Ferry Jin·Yuefu
Green lotus covers green water, and hibiscus is covered with red.
There are lotus roots with roots underneath and lotus with heads above.
Xia Ge, Southern Dynasties·Liang·Xiao Yan
Lotus flowers bloom in the south of the Yangtze River, and red flowers cover the clear water.
The color is the same but the heart is the same; the lotus roots are different but the heart is the same.
The Song of Picking Lotus by Xiao Gang, Liang, Southern Dynasties
The evening sun shines on the sky, and the lotus pickers bear the evening light.
The wind blows and it becomes difficult to cross the lake, but the lotuses are many and not yet scarce.
The hibiscus falls, the boat moves and the egrets fly.
The lotus silk wraps around the wrist, and the water chestnut holds the clothes far away.
Lotus by Guo Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
The greasy fragrance on the face seems to be sentient, and nothing in the world can compare to lightness.
Concubine Xiang looked at the pond after the rain, and put crystals in the jasper plate.
Lotus Picking Song Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus blooming to both sides of the face.
You can't see anyone entering the pool, but you can only feel someone coming when you hear the song.
If you break the lotus, you will get a gift. Li Bai, Tang Dynasty
Walking in the river and playing in the autumn water, I love the fresh red lotus.
Climb the lotus and play with the beads, but the ripples will not be round.
The beauty is in the colorful clouds, and I want to give it to the distant sky.
There is no reason to miss lovesickness, and look forward to the cool breeze in despair.
The Song of Picking Lotus by Li Kangcheng of the Tang Dynasty
Going to pick lotus, the moon is gone and the spring dawns on the river. Thin green sleeves and red sleeves are in the middle of the water, and green lotus and lotus seeds are mixed with fragrant clothes. When the clouds rise and the wind rises, the road back is long. The road back is long, but it will take a long time. Everyone returns to the boat and waves their hands.
Ode to Dew Drops by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty
A drop of dew on the autumn lotus falls into the sky in the clear night.
On the jade plate in the future, you may not know the circle until you know it.
Pond Pond by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
Mo Dao Poon Pond could not be built, and the lotus root shoots had already been planted.
From now on, Mr. Yu must remember to come and listen to the rustle of leaves.
The light in the pool and the shadows in the sky are green, and you only add a few bottles of water when you hit the shore.
Let’s wait until the bright moon goes out at night and try to see how many stars there are in the sky.
Chongtai Lotus by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
The green lotus curls up in the cool breeze at dawn, and the red calyx blooms with lingering purple flowers.
The two Han and Gao women competed with each other in smiling faces, while the two concubines in Xiangpu looked sad at the same time.
New Lotus by Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty
Eighty-nine leaves in the field, scattered green at the beginning of the pond.
The tender blue water is flat, and the round shade has covered the fish.
The duckweeds cannot cover the ground, and the weak waterweeds are still sparse.
Half at the bottom of the spring wave, my heart is not yet relaxed.
Giving Lotus Flowers by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The flowers and leaves in the world are inconsistent, and the flowers enter the golden basin and the leaves become dust.
There are only green lotuses and red lotuses, which are open and closed freely.
This flower and this leaf grow in harmony with each other, the green becomes less red and the sadness fades.
Lian Tang. Wen Tingyun
The green pond is connected to the stars, and the orchids are rolling into the white duckweed.
It should be the socks on the Luo Shen wave, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant.
White Lotus, Tang Dynasty. Lu Guimeng
There are many plain flowers, but they are not beautiful. This flower ends in Yaochi.
Who can see ruthlessness and hatred? When the moon is clear and the wind is about to fall.
Chongtai Lotus by Tang Pi Rixiu
It is difficult to control the red color, half a meter of gold on the edge of each leaf.
You have to teach him, Shui Fei, that the two elements are the same.
Ode to Double-Blooming Lotuses by Liu Shang of the Tang Dynasty
New flowers bloom at dawn, with heavy makeup and beautiful smiling faces.
The Galling bird is painted in the west and flies up to the pond in the morning and evening.
Lotus Leaf by Tang Zhenggu
The water splashing in the boat is different and green, leaning against the sill, the wind shakes the handle and fragrant.
Thank you to the people of Huansha for staying intact and keeping the mandarin ducks covered in the rain.
Bai Lian Song. Yang Yi
At midnight last night, Chang'e fell from the jade hairpin.
Feng Yi didn't dare to accept it, so he held out his heart.
Lotus Leaf, Song Dynasty. Ouyang Xiu
The wind blows on the surface of the pond, and the leaves are exposed between the waves.
Who spreads a green cover on the water, but wears red makeup and sings about picking lotuses.
Lotus, Song Dynasty. Wen Tong
Golden and red bloom like a mirror, half green curls like a cup.
Who is the force of returning wind, and the fragrance comes to your face.
Lotus leaves Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The fields resist the rising sun, and they lie down in the spring water year after year;
The lotus leaves are spread out in disorder, and the fish roe is reported when they are moved frequently.
Lotus by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Looking at the green cover with red makeup, I didn’t realize that there was a night of frost by the lake.
Quan Tianji went to the brocade, and taught the horse training to write the autumn scenery.
Thousand-leaf Red Lotus Song Dynasty. Hong Shi
There are Lingbo socks in the steps, and the palms are dew-bearing plates.
There are still too few flowers, but thousands of leaves reflect the red column.
Dream Walking Among Lotus Flowers by Lu You, Song Dynasty
The sky is boundless and the road is vast, and I always write about the moon king Feng Lulang.
I only use a thousand bottles as my monthly salary because I dislike the smell of copper and the fragrance of flowers.
Rading on the Yue River two days after the beginning of autumn Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty
The west wind has just entered the creek and the sails are spinning in light blue ripples.
When I walked to Naohua, there was no water, and I was intoxicated with red lotus and white lotus.
Lotus Wang, Song Dynasty
The white lotus roots are blooming in the autumn wind, and I can't bear to sleep anymore.
The evening clouds bring rain and fly back quickly, and I go to the west window to spend the night in sorrow.
Walking off to Song and Yang Wanli from the Jingci Temple at dawn
After all, in June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that of the four seasons;
The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green. , the lotus flowers are uniquely red against the sun.
Red and White Lotus Song Dynasty. Yang Wanli
Red and white lotus bloom in *** pond, both colors are equally fragrant.
Just like the three thousand women in the Han Dynasty, half with heavy makeup and half with light makeup.
Lotus in the Rain Song Dynasty. Du Yan
A beautiful lady with a green cover stands near the water, the sandalwood powder is unevenly fragrant and wet with sweat.
A gust of wind blew over the blue waves, causing the pearls to fall apart.
Lotus, Song Dynasty. Yang Xunzhai
The green cover and red building shine brightly in the sun, and the beauties of the West Lake gather with the immortals.
When the waves are flat, the brocade is removed from the shop ten miles away, and the boat is painted with grace and fragrance.
Pond Lotus Gold. Wanyanchou
The gentle appearance and pale quality adorn the round pond, which is also pitiful.
At a few o'clock, the rain of lotus leaves comes, and the dusk fragrance spreads across the small river and sky.
Lianshi Jin. Zhang
Concubine Shui took out the cyanotic bead sac and was delighted to taste it in the jade bamboo shoots carving plate.
The skin is white and tender with fresh lotus root, and the heart is clear, especially with the fragrance of little lotus.
The kingfisher has zero precious feathers and flies away from the wasp to reveal its honey chamber.
It is ridiculous to eat and drink, but this body makes you want to live in Laojiang Township.
Dried lotus leaves Yuan Dynasty. Liu Bingzhong
Dried lotus leaves are pale in color and the old handles are swaying in the wind. The fragrance is reduced and the color becomes yellow, all because of the frost last night. Lonely on the autumn river.
Flowers in the Back Court Yuan. Zhao Meng
A leaf boat on the clear stream, with hibiscus in autumn on both sides.
Whose daughter is picking water chestnuts? Her singing sounds like dusk gulls. Go away from the chaos and worry, head full of wind and rain, wear lotus leaves and go home to rest.
Bamboo Branch Poems by Ding Henian of the Yuan Dynasty
Pick green lotuses on the water, white and slender lotus roots in the mud.
The laughter has the same root but different taste. The lotus heart is pure and bitter, while the lotus root bud is sweet.
Lotus Yuan. He Zhong
The hibiscus in Qumarsh reflects the bamboos, and the green and red chairs embrace the clouds.
Born without the power of the east wind, she will eventually become the first flower in the wind.
Lotus Yuan. Yemeiqiao
The flowers and leaves are white and fragrant, but the fragrance of flowers is even more different.
After the rain, a gentle breeze blows, and the moon rises over the independent pool.
Pot Lotus Ming. Xu Jie
Flowers are blooming on all sides, and the leaves are drooping in the morning wind and rain.
Quanming wine is addicted to the Lian River, and I borrow a branch from the basin.
Autumn Lotus Ming. Wen Zhengming
In September, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are off, and the hibiscus is lingering in Zhongzhou.
The beauty smiles across the water, and the setting sun still brings sadness.
The golden palace is as cold as jade washed by dew, and the wind blows in the autumn of the city.
It is useless to look at each other in old age, there is a kind of tranquility in the pond.
The title of the lotus on the door is Ming Dynasty. Cao Nai
The jade well hibiscus has red pink cheeks, who moved it to the middle of the moon and planted it.
Gao Xuan suddenly looked at the pictures and suspected that Zhao Yang was seeing something in the mirror.
Lotus Picking Song Ming. Shen Ye
I understand that hibiscus is better than my concubine, so I came to the river to pick hibiscus.
Why is Tanlang a scoundrel? He doesn't look at Furong but looks at Nong!
Picture of Wind Lotus Playing with Fish, Qing Dynasty. Yun Shouping
The wind will scatter the green leaves, and the fragrance will turn into dew.
The beauty once passed Nantang Road picking red lotuses.
Lotus Qing. Cao Yin
One autumn cloud and a little cloud, the lotus leaves have five flowers.
There is no need to close the door to sleep by the lake, and the cool breeze fills the house every night.
Autumn Lotus, Qing Dynasty. Zheng Xie
When the Autumn Lotus is alone, it is graceful when it falls.
The inability to fight for the first strike is not due to surprise later.
lt; lt; Remembrance of Lotus gt; gt;
Jiangnan Scenic Show
Most remembered in Bilian
Eona is like a fairy
The breeze carries the fragrance far away
lt;lt;Visiting Lotus>gt;
A friend called me,
Inviting me to visit the garden site.
A few spots of slanting wind and rain,
A few branches of the new moon willow.
Walking to Jinchun Garden,
stand and look at the lotus pond.
The lotus welcomes me,
I am so graceful that I am infatuated with myself.
lt; lt; Planting lotus gt; gt;
Lotus roots under the water in the clear pond
The spring breeze brings dew to the body
Wait until the flowers bloom like the full moon
Who will remember the lotus planter after seeing the scenery
lt;lt;pair of lotusesgt;gt;
The ancient willows hang down the embankment and the wind is light,
New lotuses fill the marsh with leaves.
The white feathers are waving frequently, and the idlers are sitting,
The black gauze is half-fallen and the drunkard is sleeping.
Wandering in a dream and waving a sword can cut off the sun.
When you wake up, hold on to the pipe and don't peek into the sky.
It is worthy to laugh at the guest in the glorious pillow,
Be a fairy to Lian Yu.
lt; lt; Lotus picking gt; gt;
No lotus picking in Yanyuan
The lotus leaves are empty in the fields
No fish Playing in the lotus
It is also difficult for me to enter the lotus room
lt;lt;Painting lotusesgt;gt;
The red face and green ink are placed by the pool
Dancing sleeves and waving the brush against the jade lotus
Exceedingly beautiful and as if alive
A delicate fragrance makes the king difficult
lt;lt;Appreciating the lotusgt;gt ;
The month after the rain in hot summer,
Spring returns and the flowers are lonely;
The pond is full of plain red and blue,
The wind blows and jade beads fall.
lt;lt;Yongliangt;gt;
A night of wind and rain in the pond,
Ten thousand red jade flowers bloomed;
Pity You are naturally high-minded,
Who loves lotus like Dun Yi?
lt; lt; Asking the Lotus gt; gt;
Where does the gentleman in the flower come from?
Tingting Yu stands up and shows her charming face
The warm sun and the fragrant wind are endless
The branches are spread and the leaves are infinitely green
Even if it is cool to cover up the hot summer
It is too tired to hide from the cold winter
Since Don’t want to be stained by dust
Why stand in the mud
lt;lt;Praise the lotusgt;gt;
Hundreds of flowers on the land compete with fragrance
The clear water pool is silently fragrant
Do not compete with the peaches and plums for the spring breeze
The flowing fire brings coolness in July
lt; lt; Dream Lotus gt; gt;
The scenery in the north of Beijing is strange in the autumn.
The sky is high and the clouds are pale and the geese are blurred;
I can’t find anything after walking through the iron ridge.
Looking for the empty water relics in the lotus pond. ;
I have no choice but to fall asleep in autumn,
My heart is full of fairy clothes that beat the snow;
Why do I sigh that I have no chance to see you,
The summer wind is ten miles away A pool of green.
lt; lt; Broken lotus gt; gt;
The bleak autumn wind and all the flowers die
The dead branches and fallen leaves sway with the waves
Temporarily withered Hua Yang Vitality
Once the spring rain comes, the pond will be green