The door of the hedge is closed, looking at the oblique sunlight in the evening. Crane perches on the surrounding pine trees, and tourists are left in cold and sparse places. The bamboo knot has added a new layer of powder, and the old lotus leaf is red and red. Fishing boats on the ferry are shuttling little by little, and there are people coming and going everywhere.
Bai Juyi in "Song of Picking Lotus", the rhombic leaves are swaying in the wind, and the boat goes through the depths of the lotus. Every lang wants to bow his head and laugh, and Biyu scratches his head and falls into the water.
Yang Wanli, seeing the Woods from Jingci Temple at dawn, after all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in mid-June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
The pond is full of red and blue, and the wind blows the jade beads.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.