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.
Li Yaru, picking lotus songs
Lotus field is a lake with a faint bonus. Three or five boats will go, singing loudly.