1. A seven-rhythm poem praising the lotus
A seven-rhythm poem praising the lotus 1. A seven-rhythm poem praising the lotus
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The lotus slowly floats in the pond,
The waves have not risen and there is no trace of water.
Only when life is calm can you feel free and happy.
Even when life is hard, you will feel sweet.
The fast horse in military uniform has no destination,
Lerong will be reunited with his forever family.
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The jade lotus leaves stand under the bright moon,
The shy hibiscus hides its whereabouts.
A delicate woman takes a leisurely walk,
Tasting lotus seeds in her jade lips.
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"Seven Rhythms·Lotus"
The water and clouds on the mirror sill of Hongqiao are deep,
The sound of cranes crossing the waves is heard.
Su Yue always doubts the dream of fairies,
I still feel the sound of feathers singing when I am clear and round.
The sleeves are full of green all around,
A true fragrance reaches the heart.
I should regret my leisurely fishing in the five lakes,
Mu Tangyin is with me in a small boat.
Excerpted from "Sohu Circle."
"Ink Painting Dyeing the Years"
Author: Romance
Misty rain spreads across the horizon,
Hundreds of sails compete to dye the morning glow.
Lamtian is covered with red brocade chasing the waves,
Travelers go out in boats to admire the sea gauze.
Sip the flute and pour the cup to watch the colorful moon,
Express my love for the lotus with my pen.
The rolling red dust leaves a new charm,
The ink painting dyes Xia Hua.
2. Poems about praising lotus
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus reflecting the sun is uniquely red in the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves.
Among the fish and lotus leaves, the fish and lotus leaves are to the east, the fish and lotus leaves are to the west, the fish and lotus leaves are to the south, and the fish and lotus leaves are to the north. Lotus Picking Song by Wang Changling The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus splayed to both sides of the face.
He entered the pool without being able to see him, but when he heard the song, he felt that someone was coming. At dawn, Jingci sends Lin Zifang off. 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. In autumn, the fragrant red lotus roots remain in the jade mat. I undressed my clothes lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose 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.
Lotus Qing. Shi Tao. The five-inch lotus leaf is delicate and delicate. It sticks to the waves and does not hinder the movement of the boat. When the wind blows in April and May, it can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman. "The Love of Lotus" by Zhou Dunyi of the Song Dynasty Flowers of water, land and vegetation are very lovely.
Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since Li and Tang Dynasties, people have loved peonies very much. I only love the lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained, washes the ripples clear without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches.
◇ Qingyang Ferry ~ Jin·Yuefu Green lotus covers the green water, and the hibiscus is covered with red. 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 light dew touches the red house. The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red.
◇Plucking lotus~Southern Dynasties·Liang·Wujun The brocade belt is decorated with mixed flowers, and the robes hang 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.
I moved to Yuchi, and my roots were not lost. How to interact with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying ponchos.
◇ Ode to the Lotus of One 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 around the clothes. The name Lotus can be recited naturally, and the two minds are the same.
◇ Lotus Picking Song ~ Sui Dynasty Yin Yingtong There are countless companions in the boat, and they untie the ropes 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 floating ducks are moving in chaos, 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 bloom in the green water, and dense leaves bloom in green smoke.
Who can pass on the beauty and beauty? 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.
◇ Lotus Picking Song ~ Liang Liu Xiaowei of the Southern Dynasty. The golden oar magnolia boat is used to pick lotuses from the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus fragrance spreads across the Pudu River, and lotus leaves fill the river.
The house is easy to get, 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 waded into the river to play in the autumn water, and loved 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 how can they be fragrant? Yao banquets are set up to enjoy the coolness, and golden restraints are left late.
The lamp in the quilt illuminates the beauty, and the socks in the crossing 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 Xingjin, and the rolling orchids merge into white apples. It should be the stockings of Luo Shenbo, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant.
◇Go out to Jingci Temple to see off Lin Zifang in the evening ~ 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 are off, and hibiscus are wandering around 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 Prune Cut~Northern Song Dynasty·Li Qingzhao In the autumn, the fragrant red lotus root remains and the jade mat is left, I undress lightly and get on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose 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 eyebrows, but it is in my heart. ◇Su Muzhe~Northern Song Dynasty·Zhou Bangyan Burning agarwood can relieve the heat.
Birds call their eyes, peeking into the eaves at dawn. 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 Dongjia Pond in the vast desert, with green trees shading towards 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.
◇Hibiscus ~ Qing Dynasty·Zheng Banqiao I pity the few red and pink marks the most, 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 · Xiaowen Farewell to the ancient town of Anyi at dawn, boating on the water in Ou Xiang; the willows on the bank dye the clear stream water, and the fragrance of lotus fills the golden autumn. Being stuck 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 harp, but I hate the ignorance of the music.
Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of my dreams. ◇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, and 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 The flowing water steps remove the stillness, 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 long. Recalling Hehuapu from afar, who sings about Du Ruozhou? It may be a good night without dreams, but if there is a dream, we will travel together.
◇Huanxisha·Xue Zhaoyun There is more than enough hatred to overwhelm the country and the city. How many red tears weep in 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.
◇Nan Xiangzi·Li Xun Riding on a colorful boat, crossing the lotus pond, singing songs awoke the sleeping mandarin ducks. Wandering girls snuggled up with fragrance and laughed, vying for slimness, and folding their lotuses carefully 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 back to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building. How many tears of infinite hatred, leaning on the railing.
◇How about Sidi Township·Sun Guangxian? More lingering feelings! A shy moth gathers under the Yongri Water Essence Curtain. Six pictures of skirts on the ground trace the blue waves slightly.
See the rain 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 music from 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 seeds·Ouyang Xiu The West Lake is beautiful after the lotus blooms. When the 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.
3. Five-character poem about lotus.
Tang Dynasty. Li Qiao. Ode to Lotuses
The fresh water fills the clear valley, the shadows of round lotuses are regular, the wind blows and the fragrance is far away, the sun sets and the shade moves away, fish play in rows of leaves, turtles float in the green pond, the Wei Dynasty is difficult to pick, Chu Wear clothes but wear the same clothes.
Li Shangyin.
The lotus flowers
are all colorless, but I don’t know what the fragrance is. Yao mats are set up to enjoy the coolness, and the gold ribbon falls late.