Lotus song. Dong Sikan weaves brocade and snow, and colorful flowers lean on colorful bridges. No dirt, a gentleman is clean, who wants to be handsome? The lotus root in the green room is dying, and the lotus root in the summer leaves may wish to call a netizen, and the fragrance will be bright and radiant.
Xiang Lian sells green leaves, and the west wind worries about the blue waves. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.
Picking lotus songs and songs. He Yinglong is lazy in the lotus picking season and busy in Bo Xin every day. Don't go deep into the lotus, there are mandarin ducks in the lotus.
Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. I can't get rid of this feeling, just frowning, but in my heart, the ancients praised the lotus.
Burning lotus, graceful water. Solitary stems attract green, and double shadows reward red. The color wins the song, and the fragrance dances wildly.
/He Yong/Tian Jie Bi Ye washed the still water and raised the red flower on his neck to print a blush. I didn't realize that something was wrong, but I made heroic poems.
My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time. Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu.
The sky is covered with snow, and the colorful pavilion leans against the colorful bridge. No dirt, a gentleman is clean, who wants to be handsome? Lotus roots in green houses wither, while jade lotus roots shake in summer. You might as well call your friends in the flowers, and you must be radiant when picking incense.