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The autumn wind makes waves and geese fly. Gui Lan grows radially downward, and the jade skirt is lightly scratched. The flower ponds in Yu Ye are extremely flat, and the river is getting bitter. Acacia is bitter, but the ceremony can't stay. The husband beyond the Great Wall has not returned, and it is dusk to pick lotus in Jiangnan. Today is dusk, picking lotus. Canal will be a prostitute. Picking mulberry leaves in Lunan is not as good as picking lotus on the river. Lotus after lotus, why should the flowers and leaves be broken? Ye Cuiben is ashamed of his eyebrows, and his bonus is like cheeks. Looking forward to leaving when the beauty is away. Love flowers, love lotus roots. So, where there is no love, new things come from China. I did not hesitate to pay attention to the Western Jin Dynasty, and I was ashamed of the delay in writing geese in Beihai. Lotus picking songs have a festival, and the lotus picking night has not rested. Just as the mighty river prevailed, it was worthwhile to return the river last month. Pei Huilian will meet Pu at night, and Wu Ji will be there. * * * Li Xi asked Han Jiang, how heavy is Guanshan Road?
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The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other. Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.
three
There are many lotus seeds on the shore of Qiu Jiang, and the daughter who picks them relies on boat songs. The green room is round and solid, and the microwave oven is contested before the competition. Try to pull the green stem to find the lotus root, and the broken silk will stab your hand. White practice waist sleeve half-rolled, no Hosta makeup comb shallow. The boat is not full of Qianzhou. Who lives far away? When I come back, I will stay at dusk, and I will be my own hibiscus and paddle.
four
Jade flowers are competing, and the golden soup is surging. Afraid of losing each other when they met, they took Mulan's boat.
five
The diamond leaves are full of waves and winds, and the boats in the depths of the lotus are connected. Every lang wants to bow his head and laugh, and Biyu scratches his head and falls into the water.
six
In the Qingjiang River at sunset, Jing songs are gorgeous and waist-high. I have been used to picking lotus since I was a child, and I followed the trend at the age of fifteen.
seven
Picking lotus flowers, smiling skillfully, and breaking smoke in a boat. Double fold as a gift, double leaf cover embarrassed. The woman invited to pick up Cui Yu, but she didn't fly back. Tilt up your temples, cover your sleeves, and point to the rain on Fan Shi Mountain.
eight
The boat floats lightly, and the willows sway with the wind; Lotus leaf, green cover and lotus flower are proud and charming. Sunset, microwave, golden thread flashing across the river, left holding right holding, lotus boat singing. The lotus is half open, and bees and butterflies are not allowed to come lightly; Accompanied by green water, clean and dust-free. Between streams, picking lotus flowers, water drops slip through lotus money. Clap, pat, and respond to the song. The lotus root is ashamed, and the bottom is deep; No cocoon, no silk, no pupa wrapped in the center? Pick lotus roots at the head of the stream. Girls should pick them and be barbarians. The waves sink, the waves rise and the waves sing. There are many lotus seeds, many willows on both sides, and magpies are noisy; Liu Hua falls in Silla. Picking lotus by the stream, my ears and temples are faintly reddish. The wind is fixed, the wind is born, and the wind ripples with the song. The moon is hooked, the sky is clear, Wan Li, Vega morning glory; Fog blows on the water, and cool wind floats to the lotus boat. Flowers are fragrant, clothes are fragrant, and they dissolve into a vast expanse; When it is quiet, when it smells, there is a song in the void.
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A woman who picks lotus by the river will laugh at the lotus. Rizhao's new makeup is bright under the water, fragrant in the wind and lifted in the air. Who swims on the shore, 3355 reflects weeping willows. Zi Juan hissed into the fallen flower and saw the emptiness and heartbroken.
ten
There are countless companions on board, and the cable is released at its own urging. You don't need to wipe sweat powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The boat docked against the lotus. Lotus root silk is held as a wisp and lotus leaf as a cup.
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Lotus fragrance is separated from Purdue, and lotus leaves are fresh all over the river. The room is easy to start with, and the handle comes with it. As soon as the flowers are exposed, they are wet and the stems of the wind are flickering.