Yang Wanli, after the rain on July 14, enjoyed the cool air on Puhe Bridge in Piling County.
Listen to the lotus leaves facing the wind, and watch the lotus flowers after the rain.
Sitting on the moving bed bridge, I feel cold in the mirror.
Yang Wanli Sitting on the Lotus Bridge at Dusk The lotus leaves me and I cannot return.
The lotus flowers bloomed on the bridge, leaving me unable to return.
It’s great to sit on the lotus bridge. When the weather is cool, mosquitoes come.
The pool is like a flat green brocade, with lotus flowers as weft algae as warp.
Images of poets are woven out of nowhere, and they fly independently to catch stars.
The water reaches the lotus pedicle, and the wind grows the wild rice leaf tips.
Small Pond
Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is clear and soft.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
The evening sounds of gulls disperse, and the evening light crosses the sky and water.
Yang Wanli Sitting on the Lotus Bridge at dusk. The lotus flowers are the weft algae and the longitude.
Yang Wanli Eats Lotus Seeds
Bees are busy gathering honey, and they make hives in lotus stamens.
I don’t know that jade chrysalis is sweeter than honey, and it is chewed by poets to make frost.
Yang Wanli, swimming in the lotus pond in the hot evening
The jade gravel and golden sand are so long, there is nowhere to cool off in the heat.
Walking alone to the lotus pond, the feng shui will not be fragrant if the lotus does not grow.
Han Zong is looking for flowers from the well, but he is sick and can’t get better after just one bath.
You can’t mess around with the cold, and your eyes will burn with hatred for half the clouds.
The thin grass shakes its head and suddenly reports to the peasants, and the west wind is blocked by its draped lapel.
The lotus flowers are still sad and hot in the dusk, and their lower faces are hidden deep in the green umbrellas.
Autumn will begin in just a short time, sending a message that the remaining summer heat will be quickly collected.
The thin cicada has a lot of energy, and it still refuses to rest as the sun sets.
A cloud is rising in the sky, spinning and closing.
First painting* Pine tree seeds suddenly become like willow flower balls.
Yang Wanli sent a message to Li Yuxian like Yan'an
A mad visitor from Siming Dynasty stayed in a thatched hut and gave Yanchuan Cai a song.
The poet Li Yuxian of Anfu has a big book like the one in front of Yanshan Mountain.
I once set foot in the state of Goujian, and ordered Songbai from Zhaoling Province.
It is the middle of August, and Jinghu Lake is not the autumn of the world.
The shadow of Jishan falls into the water, and the lotus dew drops in the middle of the moon.
The huts in Jizhen are deserted with green moss, and the ancient trees mourn and the apes cry redundantly.
On the other side of the Jiewu River today, the water is like Yanchuan.
When I arrived at Yanchuan, Jun was not there yet.
If you don’t see me, Xing Gong’s old grass is on the rooftop.
Yuan didn’t know the rooftop road. In a blink of an eye, it has risen again.
Where are the skinny vines and awnings in this month?
Yang Wanli on Qingxiao Lake
A bunch of clouds are lightly bunched on the mountainside, and the lake surface has its first frown and half a frown.
I haven’t mentioned the best places in the lakes and mountains. In the early morning, I went out to Kinmen.
The moon is rising and the wind is teasing Ge Shang. It’s cool to go out of the city.
The lotus smiles and the swallow branches dew, and it will be said that no one has seen the dawn makeup.
The West Lake is beautiful in June, covered with thousands of layers of green and thousands of reds.
They all use the coolness of the moon dew as a scent in the morning.
Yang Wanli came out at dawn to see Jingci off to Lin Zifang.
When he came out of the West Lake, the moon was still lingering, and the lotus flowers were blooming among the willows.
The red fragrance world is a cool country, I have traveled to the southern mountains but to the northern mountains.
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June 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.
Yang Wanli is very excited
Going to the country and returning home for one year, Fengshan Jinshui is even more accessible.
Don’t come here to fight hundreds of battles and risk countless mountains and rivers.
Why don't you just watch the ups and downs when there is no one around?
The lotus flowers are blooming and their pods are tender. Under the moonlight, the wine is filled with wine.
Yang Wanli passed by the lotus pond in Linping
The lotus pond is layered with mirrors, and the tender jade cuts the new light when spring comes.
There is a piece of reed foil in the corner, and no fish or shrimps are sent to other ponds.
There is dew and sand in the middle of the lotus pond, and there are savage houses on it.
Weeping willows are planted everywhere along the fence, and fishing boats hang around under the eaves.
In the morning, we gather lotus roots and in the evening we come to fish. We grow water chestnuts and reeds on the lotus banks.
It swings when the cold waves fall, and forms a lake after the new current rises.
The stars are scattered in the middle of the water, and the fragrance of celery soup and wild rice is ten miles away.
Think of the lotus world in Liusi Township after the Dragon Boat Festival.
Yang Wanli wrote three poems titled "Pictures of Zhang Yufu's Village"
A hundred miles of green mountains and ten miles of streams, thousands of hectares of lotus flowers shining in red.
At the foot of Linping Mountain and on the West Lake, it was always taken back by Yuzhuang.
The flowers, the light and the sound of the springs are incompatible, and it is difficult for the city and the mountains to have both.
I don’t know whether Fuzhuang is the most rogue.
The flowers are blooming, happy and sad, but you are annoyed by your plumpness.
It’s like an old man spreading his horizontal axis and seeing all the flowers of the four seasons in one day.