Poetry about withered lotus is modern 1. Kuhe poetry
The poem about "withered lotus" is as follows
1. "Linjiang Xian, holding a yellow flower, inadvertently inserted willow into the shade."
Year: Song Author: Xin Qiji
I didn't mean to touch the yellow flowers in my hand and hang around in the cloister.
The roller blinds are fragrant and fragrant.
Ducks that can't sleep in drought are dark in rain.
I remember working together in the past, but now the water is far away and the mountains are long.
No, Lacrimosa.
In the old love and new dream, I think about it at leisure.
2. Jade Time/Solution Time
Year: Song Author: Cao Xun
After the rain, the pond is quiet in autumn, and the shadow of laurel trees is cool and clear during the day. The leaves are empty and the willows are full. Outside the wind, the chrysanthemum withered and the lotus withered. I still like Leng Xiang sleeves.
Less fun. Humanitarian sorrow needs wine. Wine is afraid of waking up. In this case, I feel sad. Who reads a thousand kinds of autumn feelings, although it is good at first sight, still hates the long night.
3. Drunk/A Mutual Help
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The lake is clear and bright. The pavilion was demolished by water. The green radish is fighting for red and white. Just like Ling Bo, Xianbu socks. Now first frost is withered and broken. The fragrance is nowhere to be found. The floating life looks the same at first sight. Take Kang Qiang and face romance with a smile.
4. Fairy Songs, Left Window and Autumn Sunset
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Close the window at dusk in autumn, people in Gaotang dream of being sleepy, and hate the west wind alone. There are flowers on the eaves, and the steps are broken when they fall. The lotus garden under infinite autumn colors is full of age.
Put all your eggs in one basket, how many sounds are lost, and lock off the end of the world. Like Pengshan, the alchemist came, weeping and making small pear blossoms. Ruined, the rain bell on earth. Buttonwood leaves fall a lot, and solitary lights become dizzy.
5. "Spring on the Jade Tower"
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There is no light in the firefly flying in the moon. Waves and water do not shake the building, but the shadow is straight. Every time I pity powder and cry, I am too lazy to read old books. Smell the drops when the dead lotus is exposed. Nobody can stop you from dreaming. My body is not afraid of the wind in Zhejiang, flying around in an instant.
2. Dead Lotus Poems
1. Live in the Rockfall Pavilion and pay tribute to Cui Yonghe and Cui Zhou.
Tang Li Shangyin
Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city. Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.
Step 2 Give it to Liu Jingwen.
Song sushi
The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost. Good years must be remembered, it is orange.
Step 3 Give it to Liu Jingwen.
Song sushi
Ducks that can't sleep in drought are dark in rain.
4. The gloomy weeping willows reflect the withered lotus, and the golden building is empty and waterfowl passes.
Withered orchids, withered autumn colors, I asked the cold tips for news.
5. In cold weather, ducks keep the ice pool, and reeds wither and snow fly.
The shirt seems to be tied and the house is like a bucket.
6. Chrysanthemum Withering Outside the Wind and Jade Time/Solution Time by Song Cao Xun.
7. Now first frost Lotus Falls, and Song Zhanglun's Drunk Down/Ah Fu Zhu.
8. The withered lotus urges Song Chenliang's "Xian Ge Zuo Chuang Qiu Mu"
9. When the withered lotus was exposed, I smelled Song Zhaoxu's Spring on the Jade Tower.
10. The dragon declines with the withered lotus, and Jie Jiang's Where is the Fairy Song on Earth?
1 1. The female candle shadow of Songlazy Hall in Kuhetang Marsh shakes the red, green and clean lake light.
3. Poems describing the imminent withering of lotus flowers
Poems about lotus flowers can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River. What is the lotus leaf?
Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north. The lotus leaf skirt in Changling, Wang Song, is cut in monochrome, and the hibiscus bloom faces both sides of the face.
Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus. Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli of Chu Xiao Jingci School. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. A plum blossom in the Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance, jade Qing and Yu Qiuyu, so she untied Luo Shang and went to Lan alone.
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. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Lotus is clear. Shi Tao has a five-inch lotus leaf, and sticking to the waves does not hinder the painting boat from shaking; In April and May, it can also cover the waist of beautiful women. Love Lotus Song Dunyi's Flowers of Land and Water Plants is very complicated.
Tao Jinyuan clearly loves chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang came, peonies have been loved all over the world. Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside and straight inside, you can see from a distance that it is not ridiculous. Qingyangdu ~ Jinlefu is full of green water and hibiscus is red and fresh.
There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above. ◇ ode to hibiscus ~ Yue Qingfeng in the Southern Dynasties shook purple leaves and exposed Zhu Shi lightly.
Zhongchi is so green, wait until I glow red. ◇ picking lotus ~ In the Southern Dynasties, Wu Liang Dai mixed flowers, and Luoyi hung Qinghe.
Ask my son where to go today, picking lotus in Jiangnan. Three thousand miles in western Liaoning, I want to send it for no reason.
May you return early, this lotus is fresh. ◇ Poems on Lotus ~ There are micro-grasses in the north of Jiang Hongze, which can be used to revive the spring.
Green leaves like the wind, and red cherry is suitable for the sun. Moving to the fish pond is a great loss.
How to frost dew, should be with the canopy. ◇ chanting concentric hibiscus ~ Duke Du of Sui displayed lotus flowers and came out gracefully.
Solitary stems attract green, and double shadows reward red. The color wins the song, and the fragrance dances wildly.
The famous lotus can read by itself, and the same is true. ◇ picking lotus songs ~ Sui Yin Yingtong drew countless companions and untied himself.
You don't need to wipe sweat powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The boat docked against the lotus.
Lotus root silk is held as a wisp and lotus leaf as a cup. ◇ Ancient style (its twenty-six) ~ Tang Li Baibi is born in quiet spring, sunny and fresh.
Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke. Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense? Sit and watch the frost disappear.
If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi. ◇ Lotus-picking Song ~ Xiao Weijin paddled a Mulan boat in South Liu Liang, playing with lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.
Lotus fragrance is separated from Purdue, and lotus leaves are fresh all over the river. The room is easy to start with, and the handle comes with it.
As soon as the flowers are exposed, they are wet and the stems of the wind are flickering. ◇ There is a gift of folding lotus ~ Tang Li Bai is playing autumn water by the river, loving this red and fresh.
The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round. This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away.
Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind. ◇ Lotus ~ Li Shangyin is colorless and compatible. Why not be fragrant?
Yao's seats are all set for the cool, and Yu Jinjin is too late. Turn the light back and cross the socks with the water.
Looking forward to saying goodbye to the autumn before, leaving home to sing a song. ◇ Lotus ~ Wenlutang shakes the star gold, and rolls the orchid into a white apple.
It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust. Go out to Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli at night. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. ◇ hibiscus on the money pool ~ Jiangnan will rest in September, and hibiscus will turn to Zhongzhou.
Beauty laughs across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow. Dew wash jade plate Jintang cold, autumn wind blowing Jincheng ribbon.
It's no use looking at each other. It's getting late, and there's a kind of seclusion in the pond. ◇ A plum cut ~ Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance in the Northern Song Dynasty can ruin Yuqiu, relieve Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone.
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. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
◇ Su Curtain Covered ~ Zhou Bangyan burned agarwood to cool off the heat in the Northern Song Dynasty. Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird.
The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one. My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time.
Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu. Li Antang ~ Huang Mingqiong Dongjiatan is a vast desert with green trees facing the water inlet.
Ten miles of brocade is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing. ◇ picking lotus songs ~ Li Yaru's lotus field is a lake with a faint bonus.
Three or five boats will go, singing loudly. ◇ Hibiscus ~ The most pitiful thing about Zheng Qing Banqiao is a few blushing scars, and there is a small bamboo door beside the Shuiwai Bridge.
Looking in the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Shi used to live in Zhuze Village. ◇ Thinking in Ouxiang ~ Modern, leisure, Xiao Wen, bid farewell to Anyi ancient town, and the water in Ouxiang is swaying in the canoe; The shore willows are dyed with green streams, and the lotus fragrance is brewed in autumn.
Living in a foreign land is poor and chaotic, and my hometown is happy; A man of virtue and wealth starts from scratch, and the lotus fairy comes to the door gladly. In summer, the mountain light suddenly goes out in the west of Nanting Sixin-Meng Haoran, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
◇ Untitled second ~ Li Shangyin, a misty rain is blowing from the east, and the wheels are faintly thundering outside the Furong Pool. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
Making friends in summer ~ Ji Xu is free, sleeping alone and the water steps are quiet. The moon gives birth to the forest, and the rain stays overnight like autumn.
Looking back at Lian Fang, who sings Du Ruozhou? There is no dream at night, and you can swim if you have a dream. ◇ There is more hatred in the sand and snow in Huanxi, and more red tears cry for Gusu, leaning on the wind to coagulate the snow skin.
The setting sun is over the river, the palace is half flat, and the lotus is full of lakes. ◇ Nanxiangzi Li Xun took a float boat, crossed the lotus pond, and called the sleeping mandarin duck.
You girls cuddle and laugh, compete for novelty and beauty, and shake the lotus cover to break the sunset. ◇ Huanxisha Jing Li Jing Li Huanxisha Jing Li
With the light * * * gaunt, ugly. The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold.
How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing. How about Sun Guangxian in Sidi Township? More lingering feelings! Moths gather shame under the eternal water curtain.
Liu Luo's skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves. Look at the ground, rain hits the lotus.
◇ Recalling Yuhang Pan Lang's long memory of the lonely mountain, the mountain is like a cluster in the lake, and the monk's room faces the lake all around, and the Qing people come back. Lotus fragrance spray even the clouds pavilion, pavilion sound clear eaves priests.
Don't come to dust and stain other people's clothes, and dream of flying in vain. ◇ After picking the lotus flowers of Mulberry and Ouyang Xiu, the West Lake is good. You don't need to mark the wine, and the green cover of the red building will follow.
The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, and drunk. ◇ Linjiang Xian Ouyang Xiu It's raining in the light thunder pool outside Liuwai.
4. Poem of the Dead Lotus
Li Shangyin's "Love is in the Rockfall Pavilion, and he hangs on Cui Yan". The bamboo dock is clean and clear, and homesickness is separated from the city.
Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. Li Qingzhao, a famous poetess in Song Dynasty, wrote a poem "Pruning Plums", which lost the fragrance and jade capacity of red lotus root in autumn and went to Lanzhou alone.
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. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
"Huanxisha" Li sells green leaves, and the west wind is blue. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.
The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing.
"Gan Caozi" Liu Yong autumn dusk, littered with lotus flowers, falling pearls. The moon is born after the rain, and it is freezing.
I can't stand such loneliness without companions in the swimming pool! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, the words pink lang are written.
5. What are the poems about "withered lotus"?
There is 1 a poem about "withered lotus". The age of "Linjiang Fairy Picking Yellow Flowers Unintentionally" is: Song Author: Xin Qiji Picking Yellow Flowers Unintentionally, strolling leisurely in the cloister.
The roller blinds are fragrant and fragrant. Ducks that can't sleep in drought are dark in rain.
I remember working together in the past, but now the water is far away and the mountains are long. No, Lacrimosa.
In the old love and new dream, I think about it at leisure. 2. "Jade Time/Solution Time" Time: Song Author: Cao Xun autumn rain is quiet, laurel shadow is cool and clear in the daytime.
The leaves are empty and the willows are full. Outside the wind, the chrysanthemum withered and the lotus withered. I still like Leng Xiang sleeves.
Less fun. Humanitarian sorrow needs wine.
Wine is afraid of waking up. In this case, I feel sad.
Who reads a thousand kinds of autumn feelings, although it is good at first sight, still hates the long night. 3. "Drunk Down/A Mutual Help" Time: Song Author: Hu Guang Zhan Bi.
The pavilion was demolished by water. The green radish is fighting for red and white.
Just like Ling Bo, Xianbu socks. Now first frost is withered and broken.
The fragrance is nowhere to be found. The floating life looks the same at first sight.
Take Kang Qiang and face romance with a smile. 4. "Song of the Cave Fairy" Time: Song Author: Chen Liang locks the window in autumn and dusk, dreaming that people in Gao and Tang Dynasties are sleepy, and the independent west wind hates them.
There are flowers on the eaves, and the steps are broken when they fall. The lotus garden under infinite autumn colors is full of age. Put all your eggs in one basket, how many sounds are lost, and lock off the end of the world.
Like Pengshan, the alchemist came, weeping and making small pear blossoms. Ruined, the rain bell on earth.
Buttonwood leaves fall a lot, and solitary lights become dizzy. 5. "Jade House Spring" Year: Song Author: Fireflies flying on the dull moon.
Waves and water do not shake the building, but the shadow is straight. Every time I pity powder and cry, I am too lazy to read old books.
Smell the drops when the dead lotus is exposed. Nobody can stop you from dreaming.
My body is not afraid of the wind in Zhejiang, flying around in an instant.