After the rain, the lotus flowers fill the courtyard with fragrance. ——Li Chongyuan's "Recalling Wangsun·Xia Ci"
In autumn, the fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat. I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose 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. ——Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms"
The five-inch lotus leaf is so delicate that it sticks to the waves and does not hinder the movement of the painting boat; even in the windy weather in April and May, it can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman.
——Shi Tao's "Lotus"