Yang Wanli wrote a poem about the lotus swaying in the wind.

Lakeside temple at dawn

It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

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The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.

The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

After the rain in July 14, enjoy the cool on Puhe Bridge in Piling County.

Listen to the lotus leaves in the wind and watch the lotus flowers after the rain.

Sitting on the bed bridge, falling into the cold in my mirror.

Ganxing

Returning to China for one year, Fengshan Jinshui is more boarding.

Don't touch a hundred battles, risk mountains and rivers.

Why do idle people have no access? It is better to watch the ups and downs coldly.

Lotus is making lotus tender, and the moon is full of loose mash.

Guo Lin ping Lian dang

Lotus flowers are swaying layer by layer, with tender spring and bright jade color.

A reed foil in the corner does not send fish and shrimp across the pond.

When the lotus flower swings in the middle, the sand is exposed, and there are savages on it.

Weeping willows are inserted everywhere along the fence, and boats are wrapped around fishing cars under the eaves.

Pick lotus roots in the morning, fish at night, and plant water with reeds on the shore.

When the cold wave falls, it swings, and the new ocean current rises and becomes a lake.

People are scattered in the middle, and ten miles of celery is fragrant.

After the Dragon Boat Festival, the lotus world is Liusi Township.

I can't go back to lianhua bridge at dusk.

The bridge cut the lotus, but I can't return it.

It's good to sit on the bridge, because politics is cold.

The pool seems to be paved with green brocade, and the lotus flowers are weft algae.

Weave the image of a poet for no reason, and fly independently to catch stars.

From water to lotus, leaves are born by wind.