Famous Poem Ode to Lotuses
Li Sao (Excerpt) Pre-Qin Dynasty. Qu Yuan made lotus flowers as clothes, and gathered hibiscus as clothes. I didn’t know that they were already here. , I love you so much!
"Jiangnan" Han Yuefu 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.
"Little Pond" Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the clear and soft water. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
"Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" Yang Wanli 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.
"The Theory of Love and Lotus" by Zhou Dunyi of the Song Dynasty Flowers of land and water are very lovely. Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since the 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. I say that chrysanthemum is a flower that represents seclusion; peony is a flower that represents wealth and honor; lotus is a flower that represents a gentleman. Oh! The love of chrysanthemums is rarely heard of after Tao. Who can share the love of lotus? The love of peonies is suitable for everyone.
"Lotus" Wen Tingyun The green pond is swaying to connect with the stars, and the orchids are rolling into the white apples. It should be the stockings of Luo Shenbo, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant. "Lotus Picking Song" Wang Changling's lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus blooming on both sides of the face. You can't see anyone entering the pool, but you can only feel someone coming when you hear the song.
"Su Muzhe" Northern Song Dynasty. Zhou Bangyan Burned agarwood to relieve the heat. Birds call their eyes, invading the dawn and peeking into the eaves. 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.
"Memory of Summer Nights in the Mountain Garden in the Past" by Zhuang Zhuang The slanting light shines down on the jade platform, and the shadows of the moonlight and trees linger. The faint fragrance stirred and the wind stirred up, and several lotus flowers bloomed.
"Picking Mulberries" by Ouyang Xiu The West Lake is beautiful when the lotus flowers bloom. When wine comes, there is no need for flags, but red buildings and green canopies 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.
"Ancient Style (Twenty-Six)" by 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. The beauty and pink are peerless, who can pass on the fragrance? Sit and watch the flying frost, withering this red and fragrant year. The roots have not been harvested, but I would like to stay by the Hua Pond.
"Lotus" by Li Shangyin They all have no color to compare with, but what is the fragrance? Yao banquets are set up to enjoy the coolness, and golden restraints are left late. When I return to my quilt, the lamp shines on my clothes, and when I cross my socks, they are soaked in water. I anticipate farewell in the autumn before, and sing songs in my dreams after separation.
"Lotus" by Yang Wanli Red and white lotuses bloom in the *** pond, both colors are equally fragrant. Just like the three thousand women in the Han Dynasty, half with heavy makeup and half with light makeup. "Lotus" by Wang Yuepu. After the rain, I lean against the langan and have nothing to do. The lotus powder in the charming water is not yet dry. Heaven does not hesitate to offer a hundred thousand pearls, and the green plate is held up for people to see. "Ruan Lang Gui·Early Summer" Su Dongpo The green locust trees and tall willows swallow new cicadas, and the scented wind first blows. The heavy smoke washes away under the green screen window, and the sound of chess frightens people who sleep in the daytime. After the light rain, the lotuses turn over and the pomegranate flowers bloom. The jade basin is clear from the spring with delicate hands, and the pearls are broken but round.
Thirty-six people have not arrived yet, and there are countless people wearing wind clothes. The green leaves are blowing cool, the jade face sells wine, and the wild rice rain is sprinkled. It shakes sweetly, and the cold fragrance flies up to the poem. At dusk, the pavilions are covered with green canopies. My lover is gone. Are you struggling to endure the waves? I'm just afraid that my dancing clothes are cold and easy to fall off, and I'm worried about the west wind in Nanpu. The tall willow trees are shaded, and the old fish is blowing the waves, leaving me to live among the flowers. How many fields are there, how many times we return home across the sand.
"The Resentment of Zhaojun: Ode to the Rain on the Lotus"· Yang Wanli "I dreamed of a small boat at the bottom of the flowers, and the smoke and water of the West Lake were filled with fragrance." The sound of heavy rain hitting the awning is the beginning of a dream. But it is Chi He jumping in the rain, and the pearls are reunited after being scattered. They gather into mercury nests and release clear waves.
"Yan Gui Liang·Wind Lotus"·Jiang Jie I dreamed that the spring in the Tang Palace was late, and the dance was coming, and the train was dragging. The Cuiyun team is fighting in Jiangxia clothes, with their hands hanging down. Suddenly, there was a rush of drums and the general rose up, like a colorful phoenix, flying around in confusion. In the dream, I didn’t see Concubine Wan Qiong, but I saw lotus flowers blown by the wind.
"Poem of Picking Lotus"·Emperor Yuan of Liang Dynasty (Excerpt) When he was boating, he made a promise, the hawk's head slowly returned, and he also passed on the feather cup. When the boat is about to move, the algae hangs, and when the boat is about to move, it floats away. Your waist is slender, and your steps are delayed. The beginning of summer and the end of spring, the leaves are tender and the flowers are beginning to bloom. Afraid of staining the clothes and smiling slightly, afraid of capsizing the boat and gathering the train, so the water splashed the orchid beams and the reeds invaded the strings. The chrysanthemums have not turned back, the Wutai is very visible, the water plants are wet on the clothes, and the water chestnuts are long and wrapped around the hairpins. Floating cypress boats and carrying them, singing and picking lotus flowers in Jiangzhu. The song goes: "The little Jasper girl has come to marry the King of Runan. Her face is messed up by lotus flowers, and her clothes are fragrant with lotus leaves. Because I recommend you as a gentleman, I would like to wear lotus clothes." The lotus returns, the green water is covered with hibiscus, the autumn wind stirs the waves and the geese fly. The osmanthus and orchids are under the Changpu River, and the oars are gently swayed by the jade wrists in the skirts. The leaf island flower pool is extremely flat, and the river is full of lovesickness. Lovesickness is painful, the good times cannot stay, my husband has not returned from the expedition outside the Great Wall, and it is already dusk picking lotus in the south of the Yangtze River. It's dusk now, I'm picking lotus flowers, and I'm going to encourage my family. The mulberry leaves in the south of the official road are like picking lotus flowers on the river. The lotus is a lotus, and the flowers and leaves are so thickly stacked; the leaves are green and the eyebrows are shy, and the flowers are as red as the cheeks. The beauty is no longer here, and I look forward to leaving you with regret. Pull the flowers to pity the stems, break the lotus roots and love the silk threads. The old love has nowhere to go, and the new thing is just a flash in the pan. I don't hesitate to pay tribute to Xi Jin, but I am ashamed of Bei Haiyan's late writing. There are festivals in lotus-picking songs, and the lotus-picking night is endless. It is the time when the wind is rising over the mighty river, and the moon is rising over the wandering river.
Wandering around Lianpu and meeting each other at night, Wu Ji Yue's daughter He Fengrong! ***Ask Hanjiang thousands of miles away, how heavy is the Zhengkeguan Mountain Road?
Lotus Lotus · Lotus Su Dongpo Xia Bao Ni Hebi, natural, especially romantic style. Under the heavy green cover, Qianjiao shines on the water, so red and white. Every time I look at the bright moon and the clear breeze, I feel very depressed and speechless, and the evil spirits are powerless. Finally, I have to let go, the boat goes away, and the beautiful fragrance lives in the depths, watching the color of Iraq.
I have never said that I feel bitter in my heart, but I hope that the fragrance will bloom against the heat. 2. An independent pond does not feel sad for itself, but its drunken lotus eyes open to others. The fragrance is exhaled and the joy is gone, the broken handles of the lotus leaves are left to be destroyed by the rain. In March and August, the pond is still blooming, and the red light is still in the clear autumn. The dancing shadows in the wind are layer upon layer of green, especially tender and secluded. 4. The delicate lotus in the water reflects the red sun, and the brocade fragrance condenses the green green onions. Taking root in the mud and keeping the body unstained is because there is an ice heart in the lotus root. Fifty miles away, the lotus-scented scenery is secluded, and the beautiful lady still looks shy when reflecting on the water. Under the setting sun, the waves are dyed with color, and the breeze blows through the boat.