1. Four ancient poems about lotus
Four ancient poems about lotus 1. Four ancient poems about lotus should not exceed 4 lines
Xiaochi Yang Wanli The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, loving its clearness and softness.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners. Has a dragonfly already stood on its head? Midnight Wu Song Li Bai Three hundred miles away from Jinghu Lake, there are lotus blossoms. In May, Xishi is harvested, and people look at it like a narrow path.
Returning to the boat without waiting for the moon, he returned to the Yue Wang family. Seeing Lin Zifang off at Jingci Temple at dawn Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake 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. Planted by Cao Changpenchi, the seventh brother of Fenghe Qian, Han Yu turned over the lotus in Jiangpu, and is here in this life.
If the leaves of wild rice grow long and the fragrant roots grow, who will migrate? The dew and the culvert are both fresh and green, and they are leaning against each other in the wind.
But as long as the owner knows, who can say that the pot is full. Lotus Picking Song by Li Bai A girl picking lotus by the Ruoye River laughs and picks lotus flowers while listening to people's words.
The sun shines on the new makeup, the water is bright, and the wind is fragrant, and the clothes are lifted up in the air. Who is wandering Yelang on the shore? There are three, three, five and five poplars reflecting the trees.
Purple pigs hiss and the flowers fall away, and the wind blows the wind and breaks the heart. Tang Poetry Li Bai: Song of the Four O'clock in the Midnight: Spring Song Luofu girl in Qin land, picking mulberries by the green water.
On the green strips on the bare hands, the red makeup is fresh in the day. The silkworms are hungry and the concubine wants to go, but the five horses cannot stay.
Li Bai: Song of the Four O'clock in the Midnight: Song of Summer. Three hundred miles away from the Mirror Lake, there are lotus blossoms. In May, Xishi is harvested, and people look at it like a narrow path.
Returning to the boat without waiting for the moon, he returned to the Yue Wang family. Du Xunhe: Romance in the Palace I was mistaken by Chanjuan for a long time, and I was in a daze in front of the mirror when I wanted to put on my make-up.
Cheng En is not about appearance, but teaching a concubine is about appearance. The wind is warm, the sounds of birds are broken, and the sun is high and the shadows of flowers are heavy.
Every year, women cross the stream to gather hibiscus. Li Shangyin: One of two untitled poems. They come with empty words and disappear without a trace. The moon is setting at five o'clock upstairs.
The dream is far away and it is difficult to cry, and the book is hastened to become ink. The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated that Pengshan was far away, and even more so, it was ten thousand layers away from Pengshan. Li Shangyin: Untitled No. 2 A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond.
The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well. Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain, Young Master Han, and Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei.
In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray. Li Shangyin: Untitled No. 2 The heavy curtains are deep in the Mochou Hall, and the night after lying down is slender.
My life as a goddess was just a dream, and my sister-in-law had no husband. The wind and waves don’t believe that Lingzhi is weak. Who teaches the fragrance of osmanthus leaves to Moon Dew? It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness.
Li Bai: Jade Steps Resentment White dew grows on the jade steps, which invades the stockings for a long time at night. But under the crystal curtain, I gazed at the exquisite autumn moon.
When you break the lotus, you get a gift. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty waded into the river to play in the autumn water, and loved the fresh red lotus. If you climb the lotus and play with the beads, the ripples will not become round.
The beauty is in the colorful clouds, and I want to give it to the distant sky. There is no reason to miss lovesickness, and look forward to the cool breeze with regret.
Midnight Wu Song (Part 2) Li Bai, Tang Dynasty Three hundred miles away from Jinghu Lake, there are lotus blossoms. Xishi plucking in May.
People look at narrow mindedness. Return to the boat without waiting for the moon, return to Yue Wang's house.
The Yue Girl, Tang Dynasty Wang Changling The Yue Girl made a osmanthus boat and used the osmanthus as a bow. The water on the lake is vast and the Qingjiang River cannot be crossed.
Pick hibiscus flowers, not hibiscus leaves. When he returned home, he asked his husband how he looked like his concubine.
White Lotus of Donglin Temple, Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi. The water in Beitang of Donglin Temple is so clear that you can see the bottom. There are white hibiscus growing in the middle and three hundred stems of lotus.
The sun shines brightly, and the clear breeze spreads the fragrance. The silver bag of leaking fragrance is broken, and the jade plate of leaking dew is tilted.
I am ashamed of my dirty eyes, and I am so beautiful. I know that the red lotus flower has a false name of purity.
The summer calyx application has not stopped, and the autumn house knot is completed. Late at night, when all the monks were sleeping, they got up and walked around the pond alone.
I would like to receive a piece and send it back to Chang'an City. But I am afraid that if I go out of the mountains, my seeds will not grow in the world.
Planting lotuses in Jingzhao Prefecture, Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi. Dirty ditches store turbid water, and there are fields of leaves on the water. I sighed and realized it was Dongxilian.
There is green sludge underneath, and the fragrance is gone. There is red dust underneath, and the color is not bright.
The nature of things is like this, and so is the nature of people. It is better for a root to be discarded if it is not its proper place.
The sun once stood in the stream, and the flowers and leaves were beautiful and clear. This year I have no land, and I am in front of the Hao Mansion.
Qingyang Ferry, Jin, Yuefu. Green lotus covers the green water, and the hibiscus is covered with fresh red. There are lotus roots with roots underneath and lotus with heads above.
Ode to Lotus, Southern Dynasties, Liang Shen Yue The gentle breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the light dew touches the red house. The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red.
Collecting Lotus, Liang Wu Jun, Southern Dynasty. The brocade belt is decorated with mixed flowers, and the robe hangs over the green river. Asked where he was going now, he went out to collect lotus flowers from the south of the Yangtze River.
Three thousand miles west of Liaoning, there is no reason to send my wish. I hope you will return soon and the lotus flowers will bloom.
Xia Ge Southern Dynasties, Liang Xiao Yan Lotus blossoms bloom in the south of the Yangtze River, and red flowers cover the clear water. The color is the same and the heart is the same; the lotus roots are different but the heart is the same.
Poems about Lotuses by Jiang Hong There are tiny grasses in Zepi, which can bloom and bear fruit. The green leaves like to turn in the wind, and the red leaves like to shine in the sun.
I moved to Yuchi, and my roots were not lost.
How to interact with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying fluffy.
A solitary stem attracts green, and two shadows create dividends.
The color captures the song's face, and the fragrance dances around the clothes. The name Lotus can be recited naturally, and the two minds are the same.
Lotus Picking Song by Yin Yingtong, Sui Dynasty. There are countless companions in the boat, and they untie the ropes to urge each other. There is no need to wipe off the sweat and powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will.
The floating ducks are moving in chaos, and the boat comes in and leans on the lotus. Lotus roots are tied together in strands, and lotus leaves are held in cups.
A Lotus in the Autumn Pond by Hong Zhigong, Sui Dynasty. During the autumn solstice, everything is empty, and the waves are red. You can get what you have by relying on your roots. If you don't agree, you can follow the wind.
Ancient Style (Twenty-six) Tang Dynasty Li Bai The green lotus grows in the quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh. Autumn flowers emerge from the green water, and dense leaves gather green smoke.
Who can pass on the beauty and beauty? 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 Picking Song by Liu Xiaowei from the Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties. The Golden Oar Mulan Boat is used to pick lotuses from the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus fragrance spreads across the Pudu River, and lotus leaves fill the river.
The house is easy to get, and the handle is curved. When the flowers are dew, the hair is wet, and the wind stems are blowing.
Ode to the lotus harvesting in the south of the Yangtze River by Liang Liu Sui of the Southern Dynasties The north bank is dry in early spring, and the south lake is open in summer. The lotus rolls are so comfortable that you can lean on them, and the hibiscus is red when it grows.
It is better to go back to the path if the boat is small, and the boat is light and easy to enter the bush. The hair's light chases the shadows, and the fragrance of the clothes follows the headwind.
There is a little land in the south of the Yangtze River where love is endless year after year. I was able to cross the river to pick hibiscus. In the Southern Dynasties, Chen's ancestors and grandchildren climbed up. Floating lights filled the river and rose, and the hibiscus carried the falling light.
When people come, they can see the shadows of flowers in the room, and when they wear clothes, they can smell the fragrance of lotus. Gui Zhoushi is uncertain, but Ling Ge's lead is longer.
Cai Cai said goodbye and had no time to make clothes. Song Dynasty poem Huang Ying'er Huang Buzhi Nanyuan is beautiful and suitable for summer.
In twos, threes, and threes, new bamboo shoots are emerging, and Yi Yi crosses the eaves and invades the house. Listen to the chaotic lotus wind and the fine rain of sycamore trees.
In the late afternoon, the shadows on the curtain are uneven, the sound of cicadas in the distant forest is heard, and the remains of a deep dream are revealed. Standing still, the past has become empty, how could I have lived there for a while? Taking care of human affairs, it is not enough to reflect on the emotions in dreams.
Watch the floating flowers, and a wisp of fragrance lingers on the stick. The strange Taoist said: Tao Qian was the couple of Emperor Xi.
Visiting Kinmen Feng Yanji The willow road, the BMW hissing in the sky without a trace. I don't know the people in the new clothes, but I am a guest from all over the world every year.
I dreamed of the spring scenery of Wushan, and my eyes were filled with beauty and beauty. Dancing without hesitation and without energy, I love you and play the jade flute Luo Fumei Chen Shidao The hibiscus does not borrow the help of time, so it is yellow.
Leave makeup on your face. No cold flowers appear, only temporary fragrance.
The hurt of spring is not enough, the sorrow of autumn is bitter, the pistils fall and the muscles are floating. Know who is next to you.
One smile fills you with hundreds of fragrances.
2. Ancient poems about lotus
Ancient poems about lotus:
1. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun. ——Yang Wanli "Walking off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at dawn"
2. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. —— Yang Wanli's "Little Pond"
3. In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and return home with a hoe. ——Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"
4. The sun is shining on the leaves and the rain is falling, the water is clear and round, and the wind is lifting the flowers one by one. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Su Muzhe·Liao Agarwood"
5. Returning to the boat late after having fun, accidentally fell into the depths of the lotus root. ——Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream Ling·Chang Ji Xiting Sunset"
6. The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus splayed to both sides of the face. ——Wang Changling's "Two Lotus Picking Songs"
7. The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain. ——Li Shangyin's "Staying in Luo's Pavilion to Care for Cui Yong and Cui Gun"
8. The little boy held a small boat and secretly collected white lotus. ——Bai Juyi's "Chi Shang"
9. When you look at the lotus flower, you should know that it will not contaminate your heart. ——Meng Haoran's "Inscribed on the Zen Room of Yi Gong in Dayu Temple"
10. There are three autumn osmanthus seeds and ten miles of lotus flowers. ——Liu Yong's "Looking at the Tide·Southeast Formation Victory"
11. The hibiscus flowers in the past have now become rhizomes. ——Li Bai's "Concubine's Unlucky Life"
12. When the lotus leaves grow, spring hates them, and when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them. ——Li Shangyin's "Wandering Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn"
13. Green bamboos contain new powder, and red lotuses have fallen from their old clothes. ——Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence"
14. When Tian Fu arrived with his hoe, he met each other and talked to each other. ——Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia"
15. A lotus blossoms blooming. —— Su Shi's "Jiang Shenzi·Jiang Jing"
Lotus flower belongs to the order Proteaceae and the family Lotus. It is the general name for two plants of the genus Lotus. Also known as lotus, water hibiscus, etc. It is a perennial aquatic herbaceous flower of the genus Lotus. The underground stems are long and thick, with long nodes and round leaf shields. The flowering period is from June to September. They are solitary on the top of the pedicel. The petals are numerous and embedded in the receptacle. They come in red, pink, white, purple and other colors, or have colorful patterns or borders. Nuts are oval, seeds are oval.
There are many types of lotus, divided into two categories: ornamental and edible. It is native to tropical and temperate regions of Asia and has been cultivated in China as early as the Zhou Dynasty. The lotus is full of treasures. The lotus root and lotus seeds are edible. The lotus seeds, rhizomes, lotus nodes, lotus leaves, flowers and seed germs can all be used as medicine. His character of being able to emerge from the mud without being stained has always been praised by the world.
"The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red" is a true portrayal of the beauty of the lotus. The noble character of the lotus, which is "straight in the middle and straight to the outside, neither creeping nor branching, coming out of the mud but not stained, washing the clear ripples without being evil", has always been one of the themes of poetry and painting by poets and writers throughout the ages.
3. Ancient poems describing lotus
Lotus Picking Song [Tang Dynasty] Wang Changling wore a lotus-leaf skirt of one color, with hibiscus blooming on both sides of her face.
He entered the pool without being able to see him, but when he heard the song, he felt that someone was coming. Ancient style [Tang Dynasty] Li Bai's green lotus grows in a quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh.
Autumn flowers emerge from the green water, and dense leaves are filled with 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 yet been harvested, but I would like to stay by the Hua Pond. In summer, Huai Xin Da in the South Pavilion [Tang Dynasty] Meng Haoran The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Enjoy the cool evening breeze, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming at night.
"Untitled·Part 2" [Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond. The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
The Jia family peeked behind the curtain of Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei. In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
Lotus, Tang Dynasty, Wen Tingyun The green pond is swaying to connect with the stars, and the orchids are rolling into the white grass. It should be the stockings of Luo Shenbo, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant.
Lotus Tang Yanqian The new lotus radiates from Duopu, passing to the east of the green pond. The still shadow shakes the waves of the moon, and the cold fragrance reflects the water wind.
The golden dust falls off the pistil, and the jade dew washes away the remaining red. Looking at Mr. Yu Fang, no one asked.
Ode to the Two-Blooming Lotus by Liu Shang of the Tang Dynasty. In the west, the Kalinga bird is collected and painted, flying up to the pond in the morning and evening.
Hibiscus, Tang Dynasty, Wen Tingyun. The thorny stems are green and the flowers are unevenly red. Wu Ge, the autumn water is cold, and the Xiang Temple is filled with clouds at night.
In the rich fragrance, the beauty is reflected in the clear mirror. The south building has not been returned to its original place, and it has been practicing in the east of the pond overnight.
Alone Hibiscus, Wang Zhenbai, Tang Dynasty. The clear morning mirror in Fangtang shines alone on the jade face in autumn. The beetroots and beetroots are not in harmony with each other, and I am worried about myself.
When the sun sets, I still look at my shadow, and when the wind blows, I bow my head. What kind of thing can I envy? Two pairs of robins are flying around.
Huai Xin Dahong in the South Pavilion in Summer Meng Haoran The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Spread out and enjoy the evening coolness, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.
The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. I want to play the harp, but I hate the ignorance of the music.
I feel nostalgic for my old friend, and I am tired of my dreams at midnight. Lotus Picking Song by Yin Yingtong, Sui Dynasty. There are countless companions in the boat, and they untie the rope to urge each other.
There is no need to wipe away the sweat and powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The floats are moving in confusion, and the boat is leaning against the lotus.
The lotus root silk is tied together, and the lotus leaves are held into a cup. When you break the lotus, you get a gift. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty waded into the river to play in the autumn water, loving the fresh red lotus.
Climb the lotus and play with its beads, but the ripples are not round. The beauty is in the colorful clouds, I want to give it to the distant sky.
There is no reason to miss lovesickness, and look forward to the cool breeze in despair. Collecting Lotus Liang Wujun in the Southern Dynasty, with brocade ribbons and mixed flowers, and robes hanging down the green river.
I asked my son where he was going now. He went out to pick lotus flowers from the south of the Yangtze River. Three thousand miles west of Liaoning, there is no reason to send my wish.
I hope you will return soon and the lotus flowers will bloom. Yong He Jiang Hong There are tiny grasses in Zepi, which can bloom and bear fruit again.
The green leaves like to turn in the wind, and the red leaves like to shine in the sun. When I moved to Yuchi, my roots were not lost.
How to make love with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying ponchos. Lotus flowers by Li Shangyin are all colorless, but they have no fragrance.
Yao mats are set up to enjoy the cool weather, and the golden restraints are set late. The lamp in the quilt illuminates the silk, and the water in the socks when crossing is wet.
Anticipating farewell in the autumn before, and singing songs in dreams after separation. Untitled No. 2 Li Shangyin A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond.
The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well. Mr. Jia peeked into the curtain, Young Master Han, and Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei.
In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray. Huanxi Sha Xue Zhaoyun There is more to hate than a country and a city. How many red tears weep over Gusu, leaning against the wind and staring at the snowy skin.
The sun sets over the mountains and rivers of Lord Wu, the palace of the King of Yue is half flat, and the lotus flowers and water chestnuts are all over the lake. Lotus Picking Song by Li Kangcheng of the Tang Dynasty I went to pick lotuses, and the moon was gone and the spring was dawning on the river.
In the center of the water are green thin red sleeves, green lotus seeds and fragrant clothes. When the clouds rise and the wind rises, the road back is long.
The road back is long, so it will take a long time. Everyone returns to the boat and waves their hands. Hibiscus flower Sui·Xin Deyuan Luo Shen is very concentrated, Wen Jun is bright red.
Compared with beautiful women, bright colors are in a dilemma. Come to Zhaobo Day, and the fragrance will follow the breeze from the shore.
The good things across the river are far away, and the trust is endless. Lotus by Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty New slips are all over the Chengbei, and the round lotus shadows are regular.
The wind blows and the fragrance spreads far away, and the sunset covers the clouds. Fish play in rows of leaves, and turtles float in the green pond.
It was difficult for the Wei Dynasty to pick up the clothes, but the Chu army wore the same clothes. Furong Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty has beauty that does not hide itself, but can keep its solitary roots.
On the west bank of Hunan, the autumn wind and dew are abundant. The beautiful scenery is separated from the cold water, and the rich fragrance is in front of the pavilion.
It’s hard to compare with the stuffing of wildflowers, but it will lead to a plateau. Gaohe Yuanzhen of the Tang Dynasty planted more than a hundred lotus roots, and Gaohe only had four leaves.
The fan of green clouds is shining, and the green jade stacks are stacked together. The pavilions and pavilions lift themselves up, and the cauldron and cauldron are hard to hide? .
If you don’t learn from Shui Quan, you will grow up to be stubborn. Huang Zipi Lotus, Tang Dynasty·Tang Yanqian Ten hectares of strong wind shakes the dust, and the water on the edge of the embankment shines red.
Every flower in the world is depressing, but the scent of lotus is even more annoying. 2 Ancient Poems on Lotus. Broken Lotus Cui Lu of the Tang Dynasty When leaning on the wind and unable to reduce the fragrance, the dew is contained like a cry lying in a green pond.
In front of Jingu Tower and under Mawei, the world is full of sadness. Qilu, Lotus, Tang Cui Lu, the shadow is clear, the waves are smoke, and the days are coming to a new year in a state of hatred and silence.
The light mist dawns and the fragrant accumulation of rice turns into a human ship when the film is red. It is difficult to paint with a pen in the world, but it is better to be pity when there is no dust after the rain.
Why should I not be named for my broken heart? Qilu Cherishing the Lotus by Cui Lu of the Tang Dynasty Half the pond was dyed red the day before yesterday, and the golden side was thinned by yesterday's wind.
The most regrettable thing about retaining samples is that there is no clever pen. Who cares about protecting the fragrance? Yuan stopped at the green bar and looked at it in deep thought, forbearing to make the accumulation of good things gradually become empty.
The soul is broken and the old stream is haggard, and the cold smoke and powder are left in Taitung. New Lotus by Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty Eighty-nine leaves in the field, scattered green at the beginning of the pond.
Only the tender blue can level the water, and the round shade has covered the fish. The duckweed cannot cover it, and the weak waterweed is still sparse.
Half at the bottom of the spring wave, my heart is not yet relaxed. Hibiscus by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty. The thorny stems are blue and the flowers are unevenly red.
The autumn water of Wu Ge is cold, and the night sky of Xiang Temple is cloudy. In the rich fragrance, the beauty is in the clear mirror.
The south tower has not been returned to its original capacity, and it has been practicing in the east of the pond overnight. Gift of Lotus Li Shangyin of Tang Dynasty The flowers and leaves in the world are inconsistent, and the flowers enter the golden basin and the leaves become dust.
Only the green lotus and the red lotus are open and closed with innocence. This lotus and this leaf always complement each other, the green is reduced and the red is declining, and the sadness is killing people.
A Lotus in the Autumn Pond by Guo Gong of the Tang Dynasty. At the autumn solstice, everything has fallen into pieces, and the waves are red. You can get what you want only by holding on to the root. If you don't agree, you will follow the wind.
Zhang Jingwan's Lotus Picking Song by Wen Tingjun of the Tang Dynasty The red jade hair falls from orchid paste in spring, and the swallow hairpin drags its neck and throws it into the clouds. The willows in the west of the city are leaning toward the bridge late, and the water in the ditch in front of the gate is sparkling.
Master Qilin visits the sky, riding horses and horses across the spring road. The dance clothes are light and powerless in the palm, cutting off the crocodile silk and breaking the spring green.
Holding the moon and floating smoke a foot high, the musk navel and dragon marrow are tender and tender. Autumn flowers are blowing through the water, and the light is moving. The dew is heavy and the flowers are so fragrant that they are not sold.
The pond is full of water, and the green duckweeds are as short as millet lotus. The west wind brought rain all night, and the pink marks were scattered and red.
The bow of the boat is tied with folded lotus root threads, and the lotus root roots and lotus seeds are attached to each other. The man's heart is like the moon, which is easy to lose. At fifteen or sixteen, the light is clear and round.
Chongtailian by Pi Rixiu of the Tang Dynasty. It is hard to bear the red water. The edge of each leaf is half a meter of gold. But you have to teach him, Princess Shui, that two yuans are one heart.
Lotus Guo Zhen of the Tang Dynasty The face is greasy and fragrant, as if it is sentimental. Nothing in the world can be more light. After the rain, Xiang Fei came to look at the pond. There were crystals in the jasper plate.
Ode to the White Lotus (Part 2).
4. What are the ancient poems about lotus?
Jiangnan Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, 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. Lotus Picking Song by Wang Changling The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus splayed to both sides of the face.
He entered the pool without being able to see him, but when he heard the song, he felt that someone was coming. At dawn, Jingci sends Lin Zifang off. Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake 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. A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao. In autumn, the fragrant red lotus roots remain in the jade mat. I undressed my clothes lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers float and the water flows.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Lotus Qing. Shi Tao. The five-inch lotus leaf is delicate and delicate. It sticks to the waves and does not hinder the movement of the boat. When the wind blows in April and May, it can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman. "The Love of Lotus" by Zhou Dunyi of the Song Dynasty There are many lovely flowers among water and land vegetation.
Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since 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 clear ripples without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches, can be viewed from a distance but cannot be played with ◇ Qingyang Ferry ~ Jin·Yuefu, green lotus covers green water, The hibiscus is red and fresh.
There are lotus roots with roots underneath and lotus with heads above. ◇Ode to Lotus ~ Southern Dynasty·Liang·Shen Yue The gentle breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the light dew touches the red house.
The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red. ◇Collecting Lotus~Southern Dynasty·Liang·Wu Jun The brocade belt has mixed flowers and flowers, and the robe hangs down the green river.
I asked my son where he was going now, and he went out to pick lotus flowers from the south of the Yangtze River. Three thousand miles west of Liaoning, there is no reason to send my wish.
I hope you will return soon and the lotus flowers will bloom. ◇A poem about lotuses~Jiang Hong There are tiny grasses in Zepi, which can bloom and bear fruit.
The green leaves like to turn in the wind, and the red leaves like to shine in the sun. When I moved to Yuchi, I lost my support as a commoner.
How to make love with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying ponchos. ◇Ode to the Lotus of the Same Heart ~ Sui Dynasty Du Gongzhan The lotus blossoms are shining brightly, and the pavilions emerge from the water.
A solitary stem attracts green, and two shadows share dividends.
The color captures the song's face, and the fragrance dances in the wind of the clothes.
The name Lotus can be remembered naturally, and the two minds are the same. ◇ Lotus Picking Song ~ Sui Dynasty·Yin Yingtong There are countless companions in the boat, and they help each other when unmooring.
There is no need to wipe off the sweat and powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The floats are moving in disorder, and the boat comes in and leans on the lotus.
Lotus root threads are tied together, and lotus leaves are held into cups. ◇Ancient Style (Part 26)~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The green lotus grows in the quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh.
Autumn flowers emerge from the green water, and dense leaves are filled with 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.
I have not yet gained my roots, but I would like to stay by the Hua Pond. ◇ Lotus Picking Song ~ Liang Liu Xiaowei of the Southern Dynasty. The golden oar magnolia boat is used to pick lotuses from the south of the Yangtze River.
The lotus fragrance spreads across Pudu, and the lotus leaves fill the river. The house is easy to hold, and the handle is curved.
When the flowers are dew, the hair is wet, and the wind stems are lightly brushed. ◇If you break the lotus, you will get a gift~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty waded into the river to play in the autumn water, and loved the fresh red lotus.
Climbing the lotus and playing with the beads, the ripples are not round. The beauty is in the colorful clouds, and I want to give it to the distant sky.
There is no reason to miss lovesickness, and look forward to the cool breeze in despair. ◇Lotus~Li Shangyin They are both colorless and can’t be combined, but they don’t smell the same.
Yao mats are set up to enjoy the cool weather, and the golden restraints are set late. When I return to my quilt, the lamp shines on my clothes, and my socks are soaked in water when I cross the quilt.
Anticipate farewell in the autumn before, and sing songs in dreams after separation. ◇Lotus~Wen Tingyun The green pond is swaying to connect with Xingjin, and the orchids are rolled into white apples.
It should be the stockings on the waves of Luo Shen, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant. ◇Leave Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang off in the evening ~ Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake 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. ◇Hibiscus on Qian's Pond~Wen Zhengming In September, flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are off, and the hibiscus is wandering around Zhongzhou.
The beauty smiles across the water, and the setting sun still brings sadness. The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows the golden city in autumn.
It is useless to look at each other in old age, there is a kind of tranquility in the pond. ◇A Prune Cut~Northern Song Dynasty·Li Qingzhao The fragrant red lotus roots linger in the jade mat in autumn, I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers float and the water flows.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
◇Su Muzhe~Northern Song Dynasty·Zhou Bangyan Burns 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 dries up, 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. ◇Liantang~Ming Dynasty·Huang Qiong Dongjia Pond in the vast desert, with green trees shading towards the inlet.
The fragrance of brocade can be seen continuously for ten miles, and the west wind and the bright moon return with songs. ◇ Lotus Picking Song ~ Li Yaru The lotus root fields are spread out next to the lake, and the flowers are faintly connected.
Three or five small boats are about to go, singing loudly and picking lotus flowers. ◇ Furong ~ Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty. I pity the few marks of red pink the most, the small bamboo gate beside the bridge outside the water.
Looking at the photo, I am shocked but also pity myself. Xishi originally lived in Zhuluo Village. ◇ Thoughts on Ou Township ~ Modern · Leisure Article Farewell to the ancient town of Anyi at dawn, boating on the water in Ou Township; the willows on the bank dye the clear stream, and the fragrance of lotus fills the golden autumn.
Being in a foreign land hurts poverty and chaos, but returning to my hometown is full of joy and scenery; people with good political skills and rich people are born, and the hibiscus fairy is happy to come and visit. ◇The South Pavilion is Huai Xin Da in summer~Meng Haoran The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Enjoy the evening coolness by spreading out the air, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.
◇Untitled·Part 2~Li Shangyin A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond. The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
The Jia family peeked behind the curtain of Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of Wei Wangcai. In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
◇Friends in Summer~Xu Ji The flowing water steps remove the stillness, and you can feel free to sleep alone. The moon is growing in the forest at dawn, and the rain is like autumn all night long.
Recalling Hehuapu from afar, who sings about Du Ruozhou? It may be a good night without dreams, but if there is a dream, we will travel together. ◇Huanxisha·Xue Zhaoyun There is more to hate than a country and a city. How many red tears weep in Gusu, leaning against the wind and staring at the snowy skin.
The sun sets over the mountains and rivers of Lord Wu, the palace of the King of Yue is half flat, and the lotus flowers and water chestnuts are all over the lake. ◇Nanxiangzi·Li Xun Riding on a colorful boat, crossing the lotus pond, singing songs awoke the sleeping mandarin ducks.
Wandering girls snuggled up with fragrance and laughed, vying for slimness and folding their lotuses to cover up the evening sun. ◇Huanxisha·Li Jing The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the westerly wind is worrying about the blue waves.
Still haggard and haggard as time goes by, unbearable to look at. The drizzle dreamed of returning to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building.
How many tears with infinite hatred, leaning on the railing. ◇How about Sidi Township·Sun Guangxian? More lingering feelings! A shy moth gathers under the Yongri Water Essence Curtain.
Six pictures of skirts on the ground, with blue waves trailing slightly. See the drizzle and heavy rain all over the ground.
◇Recalling Yuhang·Pan Lang I always remember the lonely mountain. The mountain is like a cluster of black flowers in the center of the lake. The monk's room faces the lake on all sides, and the clear water comes and goes. Lianyun Pavilion is fragrant with the fragrance of wild lotus, and the sound is clear from above.
Don’t let the dust stain people’s clothes, or dream about flying in the air. ◇ Picking mulberry seeds·Ouyang Xiu The West Lake is beautiful after the lotus blooms. When the wine comes, there is no need for flags, but red buildings and green covers in front and behind.
The painting boat is pushed into the depths of the flowers, the fragrance is golden, the mist and rain are slight, and the song returns drunkenly. ◇Linjiangxian·Ouyang Xiu It is raining on the light thunder pond outside the willows, and the sound of raindrops breaking the lotus.
5. Ancient poems about lotus
1. "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is not as beautiful as Four o'clock at the same time. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
Translation: After all, this is the scenery of West Lake in June. The scenery is indeed different from other seasons. The lotus leaves reach the sky and there is endless green, and the lotus flowers are exceptionally bright and bright red in the sunshine.
2. "Giving Lotus Flowers" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The flowers and leaves in the world are inconsistent, and the flowers enter the golden basin and the leaves become dust. There are only green lotuses and red lotuses, which can be opened and closed freely.
This flower and this leaf always complement each other, the green is reduced and the red is faded, and the sorrow is killing.
Translation: People in the world have different views on flowers and leaves. They plant flowers in beautiful golden pots, but ignore the flowers and leaves and let them fall into the soil and turn into dust. Only the lotus has red flowers and green leaves. The lotus leaves are curled and relaxed, and the lotus flowers are open and closed. It is so perfect and natural.
Lotus and lotus leaves have always complemented each other. It is so sad when the lotus leaves fall and the lotus withers.
3. "The Theory of Love and Lotus" Song Dynasty: Zhou Dunyi
The flowers of land and water are very cute. Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang, 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 chrysanthemum, the flower that represents seclusion; peony, the flower that represents wealth; lotus, the flower that represents the gentleman. Alas! The love of chrysanthemum is rarely heard of after Tao. Who can share the love of the lotus? The love of peony is suitable for everyone!
4. "Three Odes of Harmony with Beautiful Mulan and the Back Pond·White Lotus" Tang Dynasty: Lu Guimeng
Su Yin is so beautiful that she is deceived by others. This flower ends in Yaochi. Who knows if there is ruthlessness or hatred? When the moon is clear and the wind is about to fall.
Translation: Elegant flowers are often bullied by bright flowers, but white lotus should always grow in the fairyland. The moon is bright, the wind is clear, the flowers are about to wither, there is only hatred but no mercy. Who understands you?
5. "Autumn Lotus" Yuan Dynasty: Liu Yin
The thin shadow is embarrassed, the light fragrance is faint, who wants to know? It is unbearable to see the beauty of the market, and even more so in the cold moonlight of Jiang Qing.
I planned to spend the whole night in Qingfang, but I didn’t know that the white dew has already turned into autumn wind. The eyes of Shengsensen are still there, don't let the boat go and the wine will be empty.
Translation: The lotus that blooms in summer cannot withstand the wind and frost in autumn and gradually withers. The faint fragrance no longer arouses the interest of passers-by. In the cold moonlight of the river, what is even more unbearable is that the flowers and leaves of the autumn lotus have fallen.
I originally thought that the lotus pods would grow to keep the autumn lotuses alive, but I didn’t know that the autumn wind had already started blowing during the white dew. The changes in nature are the same as the changes in the human world. The ups and downs are clearly visible in my old eyes. It is better not to leave the wine glass on the boat empty and cherish the good times in front of you.