1. The meaning of the poem about lotus
The meaning of the poem about lotus 1. The poetic story about lotus (with poem)
Lotus Bridge Drawing The water cuts the lotus flowers, and the west wind hazes the sunset on both sides of the bank.
It seems like the first banquet in Yaochi, with Wanfei's drunken face glowing with beauty. The lotus is green with dew in the wind, the water is cool, and the boat is enjoying the fragrance as it rotates.
It’s still too much to say that the green cover is covered with red makeup, let alone the person’s words are like Liu Lang! When the dew of autumn in Nanpu is cold, the lotus flowers wither into red pieces and become sad. If the teaching aids are viewed with high eyes, it will seem even more strange when it is broken by the wind, frost and withered.
Picking lotuses. The red leaf cannot be closed when dipped in water. The small boat picking lotus returns late at night. Where there is no wind and moon in a bottle, life will be hard and leisurely.
Collecting lotus, the clouds are scattered in the blue sky, jade hooks are hung, and the boats in the stone city are approaching the new autumn. The wind servant girl comes back late with misty hair, forgetting the lotus and remembering the sadness.
Collecting lotus The emperor's blue sky reflects the waves of dust, and there are fish swimming in the green lotus from time to time. Looking back at home, the mountains are thousands of miles away, and I can’t bear to listen to Wu songs while drunk! Lotus Picking Song Wu Shu smiled sweetly while picking lotuses, and her boat lit up the mist.
The double heads are folded to get a gift, but the heavy leaf cover is embarrassing to others. The female companion invited me to pick up the green feathers, and it was possible to return home as if they were flying.
The servant girl is leaning against the crowd, pointing to the rain in Shifan Mountain from a distance. Lotus: Remove all the sludge and borrow root flowers, leaving a lonely fragrance to shine on the sick man.
The water surface is spotless, and the county magistrate is not the red polygonum flower. A poem about watching lotus flowers in the water pavilion. Holding a hot screen for personnel matters, lying down and wearing a turban.
I passed by two or three friends and got out of bed in despair. The song goes out of Huamo, and the bridle follows the wild pond.
Chongxuan overlooks thousands of lotus flowers, and the waves are shining. They all forgot about the miasma in the sea, and suspected that they fell into the jade well.
There is no powdery smell far away, but there is ice and snow nearby. The leaves can be made for clothing, and the seeds can be harvested for tasting.
Li Sao’s magical herbs are famous among the public. It seems that I have known Sanlu, Anken Xiao Liulang.
The poet is more humble than the poet who sings about the concubine. He doesn't look at the splendor of Zihua, but his mind and color are harmonious and solemn.
The wind blows and the moon dew washes it away, how can it be like cultivating and advocating. Everyone admires her beauty, but who can participate in its subtle fragrance?
The remaining poems are dry and dull, sweeping away the makeup of the times. Lotus blooms in the country of water, and the evening glow shines in the cloudy sky.
When Concubine Mi comes to Lingbo, don’t worry about rowing back home. Put on light makeup, stop crying, and wear fragrant clothes.
I heard the drums and harps at the moment, and I will ask about the machine tomorrow. Embroidered knights pass by gracefully, and rare birds fly in twos and twos.
Don’t send Fu Pei to you if you don’t want to go against your will. The pure roots of the lotus are not competing with the beauty of the lotus, and thousands of handles and pavilions have green ripples.
The dew-intoxicated skin makes me want to wash it off, and there is no wind to blow the fresh air around me. The fragrance of making clothes is protected by cold clouds, and the alliance is deep and lonely, but the whole city is full of smiles and the valley is embroidered. Whose meaning is the same as the curtain stream?
Lotus trees are used as a fragrant forest, and the Buddha's face shines purple and polished gold. The lotus flower on the top of the peak is ten feet high, and a wonderful seat is placed in the center of the flower.
The title of the play is lotus. The poems of the ancients said that lotus flowers are the flowers that make people sigh in the spring breeze. Today I am leaning on the railing to add to my annoyance. Most of the pools and terraces belong to monks' homes.
Baize Lotus Therefore, the old prime minister said that Baize Lake is clean and hard to be stained when the sun shines. I still see lotus flowers here, but I don’t even know the gods.
Lotus flowers bloom on the water, and flowers bloom on the water. Flowers are supported by water, and water is enriched by flowers.
There are plants in the middle and reeds on the sides. When the autumn wind comes naturally, there will be a feeling of rivers and lakes.
Watching lotus flowers in Jitian. Green water fills the suburbs, and rivers and lotuses shine brightly in the river. The fragrance is stolen in a flash of wind, and the sound of the show is endless rain.
The laughter among the waves, the dance of the bamboo-wrapped Chanjuan. Looking at the fairy posture in a foreign land, Xiao Ran loses his temper.
Watching the lotus in the middle of the road. Go to the southeast of the road, and it is the time when the lotus is blooming. The jade quality does not need to be dyed, and the fairy fragrance is infinitely clear.
The Zhu Zhu is still white, and the pulse is full again. When the wind blows in the distant sky, who cares about the lightness of dancing?
The lotus knotted pavilion near the water looks like a boat, and the night rain is raining and the canopy is being thrown. The lotus leaves are not wet at dawn, but they mistakenly hear the wind at dawn.
Lotus Dreaming about the green cover of Nantang, I feel proud but shy. The startling Honghong reflects the morning glow in the distance, and the egret first glimpses the rainy autumn.
The scent of fragrance is a gift, and the coolness of the breeze makes me want to follow you. Smallpox is about to try Vimo's disease, but no piece of clothing is left behind.
He old man's lotus is planted in red, white and red, shallow and deep at the same time. But love emerges from clear water, and it comes from mud without hesitation.
With the flowers covering each other, they gather together to form a room and bear to be broken open. The wonderful clean color and fragrance are uninterrupted, and the fermented rice is washed by the bedside.
The lotus in front of the state house hall. Fairy Lingbo is still and fragrant, and also wears a rich red makeup. Intentionally open up the morning dew, ruthlessly gather the setting sun.
The mud roots, jade and snow are pure and untainted, and the wind leaves and green onions also have their own fragrance. I think the flowers in the stone lake are just right, and the clouds and brocade paintings in the sky are cool.
Lotus and hibiscus are slanting in the water, white, white and red. Recently, new flowers have appeared, and one branch can hold two kinds of flowers.
The lotus is woven with snow brocade and crocodile gauze, and the colorful flowers lean against the painted bridge. A clean and pure gentleman is innocent, but who would want to be charming if he is handsome?
The lotus leaves in the green house have faded, and the jade lotus roots are spinning and the leaves are shaking in the summer. You might as well call friends in the flowers, and when picking incense, you must look at the bright moonlight.
The lotus flowers stand against each other in the autumn wind, and the orchids seem to be there or not. There is no handsome girl like Shuang Shuang, but she does not love Yue'e Gu.
My strength is weak and my heart is full of tears. The tailoring follows the thoughts of Chu, and the resentment is sent to Wu Xi.
The sachet is half untied, slightly tilted and drunk. If you cross the river, you can pick it up, and Baiqi will light your body.
Yong Zi teaches the lotus flowers outside the door. The hibiscus outside the door refuses to bloom. The west wind is full of moonlight and the dew is full of flowers. When I come to be a guest, it’s like we’ve made an appointment, and we’re all busy at the same time.
The lotus flowers are covered with green covers, and everyone can see their morning makeup. There are three thousand boxes of jade mirrors and twelve rows of gold hairpins.
The rain adds to the water bath, and the moon undresses the moon palace clothes. Who can do this, he must have a heart of stone.
Lotus is written all over the steps with thousands of red leaves. It cannot be tasteless but the book is empty. The crimson silk is peeled off to remove all the red and crisp bulges, and the cold wind is applied to the fringe.
Gathering in the Garden to see lotus flowers. The four mountains are covered with clouds, and the water is bright and the sky is shining with cold light. The lotus flowers on your face provide your vision, and you feel as if you are no longer in the mortal world.
The lotus flower fan is green and the sachet is red. The immersion is due to re-exposure, and the violence is the autumn wind.
No one sings the tune, the autumn pond is empty every night. He Yao saw Zhou Fang and moved into the painting screen.
Gift of lotus flowers to Li Shangyin The flowers and leaves in the world are not in harmony with each other, and the flowers enter the golden pot and the leaves become dust. There are only green lotuses and red lotuses, which can be opened and closed freely.
This flower and this leaf always complement each other, the green is reduced and the red is faded, and the sorrow is killing.
2. The poem about the lotus has a lot of meaning
The lotus symbolizes innocence. The lotus has gorgeous flowers, overflowing fragrance, green leaves and green cover, and is very elegant. Zhou Dunyi's famous poem "Love Lotus" "Shuo" said that it "comes out of the mud but remains unstained", praising the noble character of the lotus and treating it as a symbol of innocence and purity. "Jiangnan"\x0dLotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, where are the lotus leaves and the fields. Fish play among the lotus leaves, and fish The lotus leaves play to the east, the fish plays to the lotus leaves to the west, the fish plays to the lotus leaves to the south, and the fish plays to the lotus leaves to the north.\x0d"Dawn comes out to send Jingci to Lin Zifang" by Yang Wanli\x0dAfter all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the 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.\x0d"Lotus" Qing Dynasty. Shi Tao\x0dThe five-inch lotus leaves are delicate and delicate. They stick to the waves and do not hinder the movement of the painted boat; they can also cover the wind in April and May. But she has a beautiful waist.\x0d"The Theory of Love of Lotus" by Zhou Dunyi of the Song Dynasty\x0dThe flowers of land and water are very cute. Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since the Li and Tang Dynasties, the world has loved peonies very much.\x0dI love lotus only. The mud is not stained, the ripples are clear but not evil, the middle is straight and the outer is straight, not creeping or branching, the fragrance is clear from a distance, the pavilions are pure and planted, you can look at it from a distance but not play with it. \x0d "Qingyang Ferry" Jin. Yuefu \x0dThe green lotus covers the green water, and the hibiscus is covered with fresh red. There are lotus roots with double roots below, and lotus flowers with double heads above.\x0d "Song of Picking Lotuses" by Yin Yingtong, Sui Dynasty\x0d Countless companions are rowing, untiing the rope to encourage each other. There is no need to sweat powder Wipe it, the wind skirt opens at will.\x0dThe floating ducks are moved in disorder, and the boat comes leaning against the lotus. The lotus roots are tied together, and the lotus leaves are held into cups.\x0d"Lotus" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty\x0dThey are all colorless and can not be combined. But what is the fragrance like this? The Yao mat is set up to enjoy the coolness, and the golden restraints fall into the night.\x0dThe lamp in the quilt illuminates the silk, and the water in the socks is wet. I anticipate farewell in the previous autumn, and I sing songs in my dreams after separation.\x0d"Lotus" Wen Tingyun\x0dGreen The pond shakes and connects with the stars, and the orchids roll into the white apples. It should be the stockings on the waves of Luo Shen, and the lotus pistils are still fragrant. \x0d There are too many poems.
3. Poems about lotus
Jiangnan Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, where 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.
He entered the pool without being able to see him, but when he heard the song, he felt that someone was coming. At dawn, Jingci sees off Lin Zifang. 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 the Lotus" by Zhou Dunyi of the Song Dynasty There are many lovely flowers on land and water.
Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since the 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 with heads above. ◇Ode to Lotus ~ Southern Dynasty·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 gather 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 Dynasty. 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 root leaves the jade mat in autumn, I undressed my clothes lightly, and got 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 is endless 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 red and pink marks 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 sunshine. ◇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 flowers bloom. When the wine comes, no flags are used, but red buildings and green covers follow.
The painting boat is pushed into the depths of the flowers, the fragrance is golden, the mist and rain are gentle, and I return drunk with music and singing. ◇Linjiangxian·Ouyang Xiu It is raining on the light thunder pond outside the willows, and the sound of raindrops breaking the lotus.
4. Famous poems about lotus
Poems about lotus Jiangnan You can pick lotus in Jiangnan, where 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.
He entered the pool without being able to see him, but when he heard the song, he felt that someone was coming. At dawn, Jingci sees off Lin Zifang. 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 the Lotus" by Zhou Dunyi of the Song Dynasty There are many lovely flowers on land and water.
Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since the 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 with heads above. ◇Ode to Lotus ~ Southern Dynasty·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 gather 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 Dynasty. 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 root leaves the jade mat in autumn, I undressed my clothes lightly, and got 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 is endless 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 red and pink marks 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 sunshine. ◇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 flowers bloom. When the wine comes, no flags are used, but red buildings and green covers follow.
The painting boat is pushed into the depths of the flowers, the fragrance is golden, the mist and rain are gentle, and I return drunk with music and singing. ◇Linjiangxian·Ouyang Xiu The light thunder pool outside the willow.