One corner of the lotus leaf skirt opens, and hibiscus flowers open to both sides of the face.
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.
Bai Juyi, picking lotus songs
The rhombic leaves are full of light and wind, and the boat is deep in lotus.
Every Yu Lang bowed his head and smiled. Bi Yu scratched his head and fell into the water.
Fisherman's daughter
The beautiful shadow bends along the river, and the bamboo tip is pear-shaped.
But when asked where Gillian was going, Fei Xia turned her face and eyes.
Lotus is not as beautiful as beauty, and the water temple is fragrant.
She no longer powdered her face with her own hands, nor put a silk robe on her shoulders. ..
Silence is like a flower shining on the water, and action is like the wind helping the willows.
If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
Spring breeze passes around the waist, and a hundred birds are fragrant.
Chinese odyssey with thin steps.
But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .