1. Poems about the moonlight in the lotus pond
1) I wade in the river and play in the autumn water, loving the fresh red lotus seeds. If you climb the lotus and play with the beads, the ripples will not become round.
2) Lotus flowers 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.
3) The beauty is in the colorful clouds, wishing to give her to the distant sky. There is no reason to miss lovesickness, and look forward to the cool breeze with regret.
4) The five-inch lotus leaf is so delicate that it can stick to the waves without hindering the movement of the painting boat; when the wind blows in April or May, it can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman.
5) The gentle breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the gentle dew blows in the red house. The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red. ——Shen Yue's "Ode to Lotus"
6) Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, 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.
7) Lotus root fields are spread out next to the lake, with faintly connected dots of red flowers. Three or five small boats are approaching, singing loudly and plucking lotus flowers. ——Li Yaru's "Lotus Picking Song"
8) In the vast and deserted Dongjia Lake, green trees shade the inlet. The fragrance of brocade can be seen continuously for ten miles, and the west wind and the bright moon return with songs. ——Huang Qiong's "Liantang"
9) Riding on a colorful boat and crossing the lotus, singing songs will wake up the sleeping mandarin ducks. Wandering girls snuggled up with fragrance and laughed, vying for slimness and folding their lotuses to cover up the evening sunshine. ——Li Xun's "Nanxiangzi"
10) The brocade ribbons are mixed with flowers and flowers, and the robes hang down 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. ——Wu Jun "Picking Lotus"
11) How? More lingering feelings! A shy moth gathers under the Yongri Water Essence Curtain. Six pictures of skirts on the ground trace the blue waves slightly. See the drizzle and heavy rain all over the ground. ——Sun Guangxian's "Reminiscence of the Emperor's Country"
12) There are countless companions in the boat, and they untie the rope 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 floats are moving in disorder, and the boat comes in and leans on the lotus. Lotus roots are tied together in strands, and lotus leaves are held in cups. ——Yin Yingtong's "Lotus Picking Song"
13) There are tiny grasses in Zepi, which can bloom and bear fruits. 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 interact with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying fluffy. ——Jiang Hong's "Poetry of Ode to Lotus"
14) There is more than enough regret to overwhelm the country and the 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. ——Xue Zhaoyun's "Huanxi Sand"
15) 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. ——Xu Ji's "Summer Friendships"
16) There is no color to combine, but there is no such thing as this fragrance. Yao banquets are set up to enjoy the coolness, and golden restraints are left 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. I anticipate farewell in the autumn before, and sing songs in my dreams after separation. ——Li Shangyin's "Lotus"
17) Walking across the river to play in the autumn water, I love 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. ——Li Bai "If you break the lotus, you will get a gift"
18) The golden oar magnolia boat is a play on lotus flowers 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 hold, and the handle is curved. When the flowers are dew, the hair is wet, and the wind stems are blowing. ——Liu Xiaowei's "Lotus Picking Song" 2. What are the poems that describe the moonlight in the lotus pond
1. [Ming Dynasty] Wen Xiangfeng's "A Journey to Houhu (Learned by the Ministry of Civil Affairs of Huzhou in the Yellow Book)"
Excerpts from the original text:
The new building of longevity is surrounded by smoke, and there are thousands of hectares of bright moon and thousands of hectares of lotuses.
Interpretation:
The newly built building of Changsheng stands on the water filled with clouds, and a bright moon shines on the thousands of lotus flowers on the vast lake.
2. [Song Dynasty] "A Letter to Doctor Fan" by Tian Xi
Excerpt from the original text:
There is a faint singing in the distance at night, and the wind is blowing the new lotus and the moon is full of the pond. .
Definition:
Late at night, the mood for poetry suddenly came. The wind blew the newly blooming lotus flowers, and the moonlight filled the lotus pond.
3. [Song Dynasty] Yang Gongyuan's "Looking at the White Lotus under the Moon"
Excerpt from the original text:
Ten miles of lotus flowers look like the moon, and the flowers are just like the moonlight.
Interpretation:
The lotus flowers in these ten miles are viewed under the moonlight, and the flowers and moonlight are just average.
4. [Song Dynasty] Song Boren's "Evening Journey to Yangjiao Geng"
Excerpt from the original text:
The evening bells of several temples have not stopped ringing, and I look at the lotus flowers under the bright moon.
Definition:
The evening bells of several temples were still ringing, but the moonlight had already filled my body, and I was looking at the lotus pond under the moonlight.
5. [Song Dynasty] Chen Bifu "Enjoying the Coolness in the Night Pavilion"
Excerpt from the original text:
The small courtyard is as cool as water in the deep night, and a pool of lotus flowers is soaked in the bright moon.
Definition:
It was chilly in the small courtyard late at night, and the moonlight filled the lotus pond. 3. Beautiful poems in the moonlight of the lotus pond
I have been feeling quite uneasy these days. Tonight, I was sitting in the yard enjoying the cool air, and suddenly I thought of the lotus pond I walked past every day. It must look different under the light of the full moon.
The moon was gradually rising, and the laughter of the children on the road outside the wall could no longer be heard; my wife was patting Run'er in the house and humming a lullaby in a daze. I quietly put on my coat, closed the door and went out.
Along the lotus pond, there is a small winding cinder road. This is a secluded road; few people walk it during the day, and it is even more lonely at night. There are many trees growing on all sides of the lotus pond, which are lush and lush. On one side of the road are some willows and some trees whose names I don’t know. On a moonless night, the road was eerie and a little scary. Tonight is very good, although the moonlight is still faint.
I was alone on the road, walking with my hands behind my back. This world seemed to belong to me; I also seemed to have transcended my ordinary self and entered another world. I love being lively and calm; I love being in groups and being alone. Like tonight, a person can think about anything and think about nothing alone under this vast moonlight, and he feels like a free person. Whatever you must do or say during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone. Let me just enjoy the boundless lotus fragrance and moonlight.
On the surface of the winding and twisting lotus pond, one could see fields of leaves. The leaves are high out of the water, like the skirts of a graceful dancer. Among the layers of leaves, white flowers are dotted here and there, some are blooming gracefully, and some are holding their petals shyly; just like individual bright pearls, like stars in the blue sky, and like flowers just emerging from the bath. beauty. The breeze passed by, bringing wisps of fragrance, like the faint singing from a tall building in the distance. At that time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, which immediately spread across the lotus pond. The leaves were densely packed side by side, and there seemed to be a ripple of solid blue. Under the leaves are veins of running water, which are covered and some colors cannot be seen; but the leaves are even more beautiful.
The moonlight is like flowing water, quietly flowing on this leaf and flower. Thin green mist floats in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; they are also like a dream wrapped in a veil. Although it was a full moon, there was a thin layer of clouds in the sky, so it couldn't shine brightly; but I thought this was just the right thing - a sound sleep is essential, but a nap also has its own flavor. The moonlight shines through the trees, and the dense bushes high up cast jagged and mottled black shadows, as steep as ghosts; the sparse shadows of the curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is not uniform; but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, like the famous music played on the Buddhist bell.
There are trees all around the lotus pond, far and near, high and low, among which willows are the most numerous. These trees surrounded a lotus pond; only a few gaps were left on the side of the path, as if they were specially left for the moonlight. The color of the trees is gloomy, and at first glance they look like a cloud of smoke; but the beauty of the willows can also be distinguished in the smoke. Faintly looming above the treetops is a distant mountain range, just a general outline. There are one or two street lights leaking through the cracks in the trees, looking listless like sleepy eyes. The liveliest sounds at this time were the cicadas chirruping on the trees and the frogs croaking in the water; but the excitement was theirs and I enjoyed nothing.
Suddenly I remembered the lotus picking thing. Picking lotus is an old custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have been around for a long time, and it was popular during the Six Dynasties. We can roughly know it from poetry. Those who picked lotus were young women. They went in boats and sang erotic songs. Needless to say, there are many people picking lotus, and there are also people watching lotus picking. It was a lively season and also a romantic season. Emperor Yuan of the Liang Dynasty said it well in "Poem of Picking Lotuses":
So the fairy boy and girl made a promise to go boating; the hawk's head slowly returned, and the feather cup was passed; And Pingkai. Her waist is slender and her clothes are tied tightly, and her steps are delayed. At the beginning of summer and after spring, when the leaves are tender and the flowers are blooming, she smiles for fear that her clothes will be stained, and she pulls back her clothes for fear of capsizing the boat.
It can be seen that the scene of play at that time was great. This is really interesting stuff, but it’s a pity that we are no longer lucky enough to enjoy it.
Then I remembered the sentences in "Xizhou Song":
In the autumn of picking lotus in Nantang, the lotus flowers are more than the heads of people; I lower my head to pick up the lotus seeds, which are as clear as water. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus flowers here will be considered "outstanding"; just a few shadows of running water will not do. This makes me miss Jiangnan after all. ——Thinking like this, I suddenly raised my head and found that I was already in front of my own door. I pushed the door gently and went in. There was no sound. My wife had been asleep for a long time.
I think the whole text is beautiful! ! ! 4. Ancient poems describing lotus and moonlight
Poetry describing lotus: Tang poetry Li Bai: Song of the four o'clock in the night: Spring song A girl from Luofu in Qin land picked mulberry trees 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 have long been mistaken for Chanjuan. I want to put on my makeup and look in the mirror in a daze.
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 by oneself, 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. Poems describing the moonlight: 1. "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" by Li Bai There was a bright moonlight in front of the bed, and it was suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. 2. "Resentment on the Jade Steps" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty White dew grows on the jade steps, which invades the stockings for a long time at night.
But under the crystal curtain, look at the autumn moon exquisitely. 3. "The Thirteenth Song of Qiupu" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The water in Lu is clear and the moon is clear, and the moon is clear and the egrets are flying.
The man listened to the girl picking water chestnuts and returned home with a night song. 4. "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
5. "Moon over Guanshan" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
Han descended to Baideng Road, and Hu glanced at Qinghai Bay. The origin of the battle was that no one returned.
The garrisonmen looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home. The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough.
6. "Ask the moon about wine." 5. Looking for poems about the moonlight over the river pond
The moonlight over the lotus pond
The moonlight shines deeper through the west window, and the clear water of the lotus pond is embedded with green marks.
A sound of frogs greeted my eyes, and the shadows of two or three fish were moving in the mist
Moonlight in the lotus pond (you can read it backwards)
The moon is setting in the west in the melting night,
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The lotus pond is half exposed and half reflected in the house.
The wind blows away the jade in the small building,
The shadow plays the frog from the flute.
The sky is dim with wild trees and the water is low,
The silent sandy land is far away.
The peaks and peaks of the mirror screen make your eyes drunk,
The morning-scented flowers sprout from the corners.
(Read backwards)
The fragrance of flowers has emerged early,
The floating screen mirror has peaks in the eyes.
The sand in the distance is silent,
The water is low, the sky is covered with trees and fields.
Frogs croak and play flutes, and the shadows are long,
The jade alley and the charming building provide a small breeze.
The house is half reflected by the lotus dew on the pond,
The moonlight slants to the west and melts in the night.
6. What are the poems about the moonlight over the lotus pond
"Moonlight over the lotus pond"
Poetry appreciation:
"Moonlight over the lotus pond" flash poems
Author: Feng Weiguo 2010/6/5
Ye Weiyang.. The night view of the farmhouse brings refreshing breeze
Basking in the moonlight.. I stroll beside the lotus pond
< p> Looking up from the railing on the bridge...the moonlight seems to...lightly sprinkle the white gauze curtainThe fireflies are holding lanterns...as if their dreams are flying
The summer insects are singing quietly...just It's like pouring out the melancholy of longing for her
The beauty is far away... romance turns into regret... just adding sentimentality
The beautiful moonlight of the lotus pond... can soothe my sadness
I am no longer confused...kissing the lotus fragrance...suddenly enlightened
I am no longer lonely...missing you in a hazy state
My heart is so full of missing you. Quiet and serene
Like the soft waves under the bridge... a moon lying gently on the lotus pond
The moon represents my missing heart... weighing it with affection
Add The one in the sky is three crooked moons
In the hazy field, the black and white overlap, the mountains are faintly mist
The colors of ink and wash outline a charming landscape gallery< /p>
The night is like ink.. The ink splashed in the leisurely walk creates a quiet and beautiful reverie
The moonlight is like a pen. The ink spreads out the charming night of the earth
Thoughts are like the wind ..The fragrance of longing flowers floats through the pen and ink
Leaning on the railing on the bridge and looking into the distance..The crooked moon
It is the direction of my longing..The moonlight reflects your heart
p>It’s not the sadness of longing, it’s the flow of my love
Why is the crooked moon so bright and bright?
It turns out to be the light condensed by countless longings for the moon!
One of the bunches has the warmth of my blessing
Gently wave away the coldness in your heart
Quietly soothe the sadness in your heart
This... is the moon you see
Although... the moon is not so perfect
But it is... a crescent moon full of love
I happened to look... in the pavilion of a farmhouse next to the lotus pond
A girl was dressing up in front of the window
She had a graceful body and a delicate face
She was leaning against the window while plucking black silk stockings. .Looking up at the moon and thinking endlessly
The beautiful girl is looking at the moon in the attic
I am looking at the moon and looking at the girl on the bridge
The moonlight reflects on the girl's white screen window
Girl...can it be reflected in my sweet dreams tonight?
But... I don't want to fall asleep... I just want to have fun with the night
On the lotus pond... the fragrance of the field soil is floating
In the breeze... The fragrance of longing summer flowers floats
I feel the soft wind
Just like my lover...kissing me...so affectionate
Indulgence... is the fresh drunken kiss... lingering on it
Sweet dreams... is the smoky night breeze... softly entangled in the dream
I closed my eyes... Open your arms... my heart is swaying. 7. Poems about "Describing Lotus Under the Moonlight"
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.
You can't see anyone entering the pool, but you can only feel someone coming when you hear the song. 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 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.
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 roots 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~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, my roots were not lost.
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 Dynasties. 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 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.
◇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. 8. Poems about the moonlight in the lotus pond
1) I wade in the river and play in the autumn water, loving the fresh red onions.
Climbing the lotus and playing with the beads, the ripples are not round. 2) Lotus flowers bloom in the south of the Yangtze River, and red flowers cover the clear water.
The colors are the same and the heart is the same; the lotus root is the same but the heart is the same. 3) 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. 4) The five-inch lotus leaf is so delicate that it sticks to the waves and does not hinder the movement of the painting boat; in the wind of April and May, it can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman.
5) The gentle breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the gentle dew blows in the red house. The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red.
——Shen Yue's "Ode to Hibiscus" 6) Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, 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.
7) There are lotus root fields next to the lake, with faintly connected dots of red flowers. Three or five small boats are approaching, singing loudly and plucking lotus flowers.
——Li Yaru's "Lotus Picking Song" 8) In the vast and deserted Dongjia Lake, green trees shade the inlet. The fragrance of brocade can be seen continuously for ten miles, and the west wind and the bright moon return with songs.
——Huang Qiong's "Liantang" 9) Riding on a colorful boat and crossing the lotus, singing songs will startle the sleeping mandarin ducks. Wandering girls snuggled up with fragrance and laughed, vying for slimness and folding their lotuses to cover up the evening sunshine.
——Li Xun's "Nanxiangzi" 10) The brocade belts are decorated with flowers, and the robes hang down 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.
——Wu Jun "Plucking Lotus" 11) How? More lingering feelings! A shy moth gathers under the Yongri Water Essence Curtain. Six pictures of skirts on the ground trace the blue waves slightly.
See the rain and heavy rain all over the ground. ——Sun Guangxian's "Reminiscence of the Emperor's Country" 12) There are countless companions in the boating, 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 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. ——Yin Yingtong's "Lotus Picking Song" 13) 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, my roots were not lost.
How to make love with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying ponchos. ——Jiang Hong's "Poetry of Ode to Lotus" 14) There is more than enough hatred to overwhelm the country and the 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. ——Xue Zhaoyun, "Huanxi Sand" 15) The flowing water steps remove the stillness, and you can feel free to sleep alone.
The moon is growing in the forest, and the forest is about to 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.
——Xu Ji's "Summer Friendships" 16) There is no color to combine, but there is no such thing as this fragrance. Yao banquets are set up to enjoy the coolness, and golden restraints are left late.
The lamp in the quilt illuminates the beauty, and the socks in the crossing are soaked in water. I anticipate farewell in the autumn before, and sing songs in my dreams after separation.
——Li Shangyin's "Lotus" 17) Walking across the river to play in the autumn water, I love 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.
——Li Bai "If you break the lotus, you will receive a gift" 18) The golden oar magnolia boat, playing with lotus flowers 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.
——Liu Xiaowei's "Lotus Picking Song". 9. Looking for poems from the Tang Dynasty that describe the moonlight over the lotus pond
The South Pavilion is full of joy in summer
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moonlight gradually fades over the pond. Go 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 my dreams.
Translation
The shadow of the sun on the mountain suddenly set in the west, and the moon on the pond slowly rose from the east. Let your hair hang loose to enjoy the coolness at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze brought the fragrance of lotus, and the dew dripping from the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I was about to take the piano and play it, but unfortunately I don’t have a close friend to appreciate it. I sighed with emotion about the good night and missed my old friends. I thought about them painfully in my dreams all night long.
"Summer in the South Pavilion" depicts the leisurely contentment of enjoying the cool air on a summer night, and expresses the poet Meng Haoran's nostalgia for his old friends.
The beginning is about the setting sun in the west and the rising moon in the east, setting the scene for enjoying the cool air; the third and fourth sentences are about enjoying the coolness after bathing, expressing leisure and comfort; the fifth and sixth sentences continue to describe the true feeling of enjoying the coolness through the sense of smell; the seventh sentence is about enjoying the cool air after bathing. , the eight sentences are written from the quiet state to the thought of playing the piano, the thought of "bosom friend", the transition from enjoying the cool air to the cherishment of others; finally, it is written that I hope my friend can spend a good night by my side and have a dream.
The whole poem describes the scenery in detail, the language is smooth and natural, the situation is integrated, the poetry is mellow, and the meaning is full of charm, giving people a sense of leisure.
Extended information:
The creative background of "Summer South Pavilion Huai Xin Da":
The South Pavilion seems to be in Jiannan Garden, located on the outskirts of Meng Haoran's hometown of Xiangyang. Near Xianshan. Xin Dayi, also known as Xin E, was a friend of the author from the same hometown. He often came to the South Pavilion to enjoy the cool air in the summer, and arranged to have gin and wine with Meng Haoran.
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