1. The West Lake is good after the lotus blooms. Here comes the wine, no need to mark it, followed by the green cover of the red chamber. The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds";
2. Golden oar Mulan boat, playing Jiangnan lotus. 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. -Liu Xiaowei's "Lotus Picking Song";
3, burning lotus, graceful water. Solitary stems attract green, and double shadows reward red. The color wins the song, and the fragrance dances wildly. The famous lotus can read by itself, and the same is true. -Du Gong Exhibition "Singing Concentric Hibiscus";
4, Xiang Xiang sells green leaves, and the west wind rises in blue waves. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly. The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing. -Li Wei's "Huanxisha";
5, agarwood, summer heat. Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird. The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one. -Zhou Bangyan's Su Curtain Cover;
6, playing autumn water in the river, love this red and fresh. The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round. This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away. Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind. -Li Bai's "Folding Lotus Gifts";
7. I hate wading across the river and getting closer to the head of the stream. Wandering the Mulan boat, wandering the two-yuan shop. Unreasonable frivolous clouds, dark for the base fiber rain. Green sleeves are too cold to talk to Lotus. -Yan's Life Checker;
8. How about it? More lingering feelings! Moths gather shame under the eternal water curtain. Liu Luo's skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves. Look at the ground, rain hits the lotus. -Sun Guangxian's "Sidi Township";
9, all colorless and compatible, not resistant to this fragrance. Yao's seats are all set for the cool, and Yu Jinjin is too late. Turn the light back and cross the socks with the water. Looking forward to saying goodbye to the autumn before, leaving home to sing a song. -Li Shangyin's Lotus;
10, I hate the rest of the country, and how many red tears cry for Gusu, leaning on the wind to coagulate the snow. The setting sun is over the river, the palace is half flat, and the lotus is full of lakes. -Xue's "Huanxisha".