Lotus picking poems

Lotus picking poems are:

1, "picking lotus"

Qin Guan in Northern Song Dynasty

Poetry says: Autumn on the banks of Ruoye River. Daughter of picking lotus, Xi Antou. Laughter is separated from the lotus language, and the smoke is ethereal and light. Several times, the water turned red and charming at night. Turn the boat around and leave with a smile. Heartbroken, I wander around the willow tree every day. Music: Liu An. The water is shallow. Laugh and fold the lotus to call a female companion. Yingying Rizhao new makeup face. Water transmits air and pain. At sunset, the boat laughed in the distance. This is heartbreaking.

2. "Picking Lotus"

Tangyangshidao

Picking lotus in Jiangpu, the wind makes Jiang Shen sunset. Mo Yanhua's heavy ship should not, so she explained that Ling Bo was not afraid of sinking.

3. "Pick the lotus and shake it all over"

Shi Hao in Southern Song Dynasty

The south is adjacent to Gedan Palace. Zhu Ling is embroidered with Yao Qi, Jiong and Ruiguang soaring. Every autumn equinox, the elderly regard it as a symbol of kingship and celebration. Tianzi is a fake, long live forever. Looking at the north, it is clear, and Kuiyun is full of energy. Long arch bar, don't move. In the north, south, east and west. Far apart from each other. Trust is hard to count.

4. "Picking Lotus"

Shi Hao in Southern Song Dynasty

The dome is covered with clouds, and the scenery flies. Only this gap has been delayed. Hang down the elephant, Senlie Zhao Hui. The sky is outstanding, and the ice Yao is more brilliant. Yongyong is the land of Wei Mian's fourth grandfather. Zhu Ruiting and Joan's wine house are both very tall. There are thousands of wonderful flowers, and pine and Chinese toon are comparable. Dark and fragrant, Changchun, Wuyang He Zeng West Committee.

5. "Picking Lotus"

Tang Xu Xuan zhi

More gorgeous Jingjing is used to picking lotus flowers, and Lanfu paintings are full of rivers. Qiu Lai River is as clear as practice, and red makeup is visible. At this time, the lotus pond is bright and the lotus wind is Luo Qixiang. Walking around with hands is not a breath, the red ones and the English ones are rotten. The evening birds live in the sparse forest, and the Long song mourns the lotus.