Bamboo: "Bamboo and Stone". Zheng Banqiao
Stick to the green mountains and never relax,
The roots are still in the broken rocks.
Thousands of blows have made me strong,
No matter the wind blows from east to west, from north to south.
Lotus: A gift of lotus by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The flowers and leaves in the world are inconsistent, and the flowers enter the golden basin and the leaves become dust.
There are only green lotuses and red lotuses, which are open and closed with innocence.
This flower and this leaf always complement each other, the green is reduced to red, and the sadness is killing people
Poetry describing lotus
On the land, hundreds of flowers are fragrant, and the blue water pool is silently fragrant, not as fragrant as peaches and plums. Fighting for the spring breeze, the flowing fire brings coolness in July
The green locust trees and tall willows swallow the new cicadas, and the scented wind first blows. The heavy smoke washes away under the green screen window, and the sound of chess frightens people who sleep in the daytime. After the light rain, the lotuses turn over and the pomegranate flowers bloom. The jade basin is clear from the spring with delicate hands, and the pearls are broken but round.
The lotuses are pulsing, and the faces are red with tears. Slanted against the green clouds and the crescent moon, the curved ring looks like a frown.
The 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.
The clear pond leads to the water of the lotus root. The spring breeze brings the dew to the body. When the flowers bloom like the full moon, who will remember the lotus planter after seeing the beauty.
At dusk in autumn, lotuses are scattered randomly, and pearls rain down. After the rain, the moon shines brightly, and it becomes cold in Yuanyangpu. On the pond, there is no one to care about, but this is the mood of living alone! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, he recited the words of Fenlang.
The spring is silent and trickling, and the water is clear and soft under the shade of the trees. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
Walking in the river and playing in the autumn water, I love the fresh red tomatoes. If you climb the lotus and play with its 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.
The gentle breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the gentle dew touches the red house. The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red.
In the month after the rain in hot summer, the spring flowers are lonely; the pond is full of red and blue, and jade beads are falling in the wind.
No lotus can be picked in the Yan Garden. The lotus leaves are empty in the fields. There are no fish playing in the lotus. It is also difficult for me to enter the lotus.
A friend called and invited me to visit the park. There are a few slanting winds and rain, and a few crescent willow branches. Walking to the Spring Garden, I stood looking at the lotus pond. The lotus welcomes me, and I am so graceful that I am infatuated with myself.
The lotus leaves are to the west, the lotus leaves are to the south, and the lotus leaves are to the north.
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, I lost my support as a commoner. How to interact with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying ponchos.
The red face and green ink are spread by the pool, dancing sleeves and waving the brush against the jade lotus, with a very beautiful appearance as if alive, and a delicate fragrance that makes you difficult.
The lotus blossoms are shining brightly, and the pavilions emerge from the water. A solitary stem attracts green, and two shadows create dividends. The color captures the song's face, and the fragrance dances in the wind of the clothes. The name Lotus can be recited naturally, and the two minds are the same.