Tang Wen ting jun Lianhua
The green pond shakes the iron pot to pick up the gold, and the blue rolls the white grass.
It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust.
Tang Wen Ting Yun Fu Rong
The thorns are green, and the flowers are serrated and red.
The autumn water in Wu Ge is cold, and the night in Xiangmiao is cloudy.
Beauty is in the mirror in the thick fragrance.
You are not allowed to go back to the South Tower. It is night practice in Dong Tang.
Tang Wen listened to Yunhe and Zhang Jingwan and chose the lotus song.
Blue frost drops red Yuquan, Baochai drags her neck and throws clouds.
Liuwan Bridge in the west of the city, the ditch in front of the door is sparkling.
Kirin's son faces the sky, and Kyle devotes himself to spring.
Don't dance lightly in the palm of your hand, break your sorrow and break the spring garden.
Holding a foot of smoke on the moon, the musk deer umbilical dragon marrow is pitiful and charming.
Autumn blows water and breaks light, and heavy flowers are not sold.
? The pond is full of water, and the green duckweed is as short as a millet lotus.
The west wind sent rain all night, and the powder marks were scattered red.
Lotus roots are stacked on the bow, and lotus roots and lotus seeds stay together.
Lang's heart seems to be missing every month, with fifteen and sixteen distinct and round.
Tang Tang Yan Qianlian
Lian Xin ying duo pu, all the way to the east of green pond.
Still shadows shake the moon, while Leng Xiang reflects the water and wind.
Gold powder drops, jade dew washes away residual red.
Looking at Yu Fangshao, no one asked.
Tang Tang Yan Qian Huang Zi North Lotus
Ten hectares of wind shook the dust, and the bank was red and new.
All the flowers in the world are sad, but lotus fragrance is more annoying.
Tang, Liu, Shang, Yong and Shuanglian
The new flowers bloom in parallel, the makeup is beautiful, and the face is beautiful.
In the west, the bird of Jialing flies into the pool in the morning and evening.
Wang Tang Bai Zhen Du Furong
The square pool is crystal clear, and it shines alone in the jade.
If midges don't like each other, they will worry about themselves.
The sun is setting, the shadow is still in sight, and the wind is blue.
What do you both admire? Birds swim.
Tang Xue Zhaoyun Huanxisha
I hate the whole country, how many tears have flowed in my eyes,
Leaning against the wind to coagulate the skin.
The sun sets in the sky of Wuzhushan River, and the King of Yue Palace is semi-flat.
Lotus rhomboid, full of lake sinking.
Tang Cuiling's Lotus
When leaning against the wind and unable to reduce the fragrance, the dew is like crying and lying in the pool.
Under the horse nest in front of Jingulou, the world is sad.
Tang Cuiling's Seven Rhythms Lotus
The shadows are clear and the waves are full of smoke, and I hate silence.
Light fog and fragrance accumulate rice, and when it is red, it falls into the boat.
It's better to be clean after the rain than to brush in the world.
What is the limit of heartbroken? Get drunk on the wind.
Tang Cuiling's seven laws cherish lotus flowers.
The pond was dyed red the day before yesterday, but the gold surface was thin yesterday.
This is the most ingenious way to keep samples. Who cares that incense is a fumigation cage?
Edge stop Cui Yan meditation, forbear to let the good quilt gradually empty.
The soul broke the withered state of the old stream, and the cold smoke and powder left the original East.
Tang Cuizhang sees lotus flowers in Yueyang Yunmeng Pavilion.
Drunk like careless Shui Xin, sunset like a moth.
The clear moon is shameful, and the cold wind blows.
I have seen Taichu and Yu Yu, and only found a boat in Wuyuan.
At that time, I wrote a poem for you, and this place is sad as before.
Hot Skin Rixiu Chongtai Lian1111
Nothing is easy to do. Every leaf is half a meter of gold.
You have to teach him to watch the water princess, and duality is a center of gravity.
Pi Rixiu's Ode to Bai Lianhua in Tang Dynasty (I)
Tired of Joan's white powder and fat, Mrs Jing Zhao has no thrush.
Elegant dance is eye-catching, and the effect of time is half-open.
Dew can't wash makeup overnight, but Ling Bo is unmoved for a day.
I don't want to be a daffodil. Every year's pictures are related to this flowering period.
From now on, I have no intention of loving red.
If you fold it, just think of Joan as a guest and plant it in the jade pond.
Water drops to the sun, but suspiciously crisp, including the girl who blows the lotus in the wind.
Pi Rixiu's Poems of White Lotus in Tang Dynasty (Ⅱ)
From now on, I have no intention of loving red.
If you fold it, just think of Joan as a guest and plant it in the jade pond.
The dripping water is suspicious of the sun, and the wind is turbid and the snow is fragrant.
The number of people under the stage of the prince of Wu is far as stone's plain makeup.
Caibolian District, Tang Wang
Pick lotus, green water and hibiscus clothes, and the autumn wind makes waves and geese fly.
Gui Lan grows radially downward, and the jade skirt is lightly scratched.
The flower ponds in Yu Ye are extremely flat, and the river is getting bitter.
Acacia is bitter, the ceremony can't stay, the husband beyond the Great Wall hasn't returned, and it's dusk to pick lotus in Jiangnan.
It's dusk, picking lotus, and we should advocate going home today.
Picking mulberry leaves in Lunan is not as good as picking lotus on the river.
Lotus after lotus, why should the flowers and leaves overlap? Ye Cuiben is ashamed of his eyebrows, and his bonus is like cheeks.
Looking forward to leaving when the beauty is away. Love flowers, love lotus roots.
Therefore, there is no place for love, and new things are nothing more than gorgeous. I did not hesitate to pay attention to the Western Jin Dynasty, and I was ashamed of the delay in writing geese in Beihai.
Lotus picking songs have a festival, and the lotus picking night has not rested. Just as the mighty river prevailed, it was worth visiting the river last month.
Meet in Lianpu at night, Wu Nv! * * * Li Xi asked Han Jiang, how heavy is Guanshan Road?