Jiangnan
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and lotus leaves are He Tiantian. Fish plays lotus leaf, fish plays lotus leaf east, fish plays lotus leaf west, fish plays lotus leaf south and fish plays lotus leaf north. ?
picking lotus songs? Wang Changling?
the lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus opens to both sides of the face. The lotus flowers were mixed in the lotus pool, and it was difficult to recognize the lotus pond, and it was only when they heard the song that someone in the pool was picking lotus - picking. ?
Xiao Chu Jing Ci sent Lin Zifang? ? Yang Wanli?
After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaf in the next day is not to be green, the lotus is particularly bright red in the sun. ?
A prune? Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao?
The fragrant red lotus root can last a long time, so I can untie Luo Shang lightly and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book in the cloud? When the word geese returns, the moon is full of the West Building. Flowers drift and water flows. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind. ?
Lotus? Qing Shi Tao?
The lotus leaf is five inches long, so sticking waves does not hinder the painting boat from rocking; In April and May, it can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman. ?
Aileen said? Song Zhou Dunyi?
the flowers of land and water vegetation are very numerous. Jin Tao Yuanming loves chrysanthemums alone. Since Li Tang came, the world loves peonies very much. To love the lotus alone, the mud is not stained, and it is clear but not demon. It is straight outside and straight, and it can be seen from a distance without being ridiculous. Qingyangdu ~ Jin Yuefu is covered with green water, and hibiscus is red and fresh. There is a lotus root on the bottom and a lotus root on the top.
? Xu furong? In the Southern Dynasties, Liang Shen Yue's gentle breeze shook the purple leaves and gently exposed Zhu Fang. Zhongchi is so green, wait for me to glow red. ?
picking lotus? Southern Dynasties Liang Wu Jun?
brocade is mixed with flowers, and Luo Yi hangs over the green river. Ask the son where to go today, and pick the lotus in the south of the Yangtze River. Three thousand miles in western Liaoning, I want to send it for no reason. May you return early, and this lotus flower is fresh. ?
ode to the lotus poem Jiang Hong?
there are tiny grasses in Zebei, which can be rejuvenated. The green leaves are fond of the wind, and the red ying is suitable for the sun. It's a great loss to move to Yuchi. How to frost dew, should be with erigeron.
Ode to Tongxin Furong Sui Du Gongzhan?
burning lotus flowers, graceful out of the water. A solitary stem leads to green, and a double shadow pays dividends. The color wins the song and the face, and the fragrance dances in disorder. The famous lotus can be read by itself, and the situation is the same. ?
picking lotus songs, Sui Yin Yingtong?
there are countless companions in the boat, and they are urged to untie themselves. There is no need to wipe the sweat powder, and the wind skirt is open at will. The ship came in to lean against the lotus. Lotus root silk is held as a wisp, and lotus leaves are held into cups. ?
ancient style (part 26) Tang Li Bai?
Bihe gives birth to a quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh. Autumn flowers emit green water, and dense leaves are full of smoke. The beautiful powder is peerless, and who will pass on the fragrance? Sit and watch the flying frost fade away. If the roots are not found, I would like to trust the edge of Huachi. ?
picking lotus songs, southern Liang Liu Xiaowei?
golden paddle Mulan boat, playing with Jiangnan lotus. Lotus fragrance is separated from Pudu, and lotus leaves are fresh all over the river. The room is easy to start with, and the handle is self-contained. When the flowers are exposed, they are wet, and the wind stems are suddenly swaying. ?
is there a gift for Tang Li Bai?
playing autumn water in the river, I love this red and fresh. The water drops on the lotus leaf, but the rolling is not round. The beautiful beautiful woman hid in the colorful clouds, want to give her flowers, and far in the sky. Acacia and meet life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind. ?
lotus Li shangyin?
all of them are colorless and compatible, so I don't want this fragrance. Yao seats are set in the cool, and the gold is too late. Turn back the lamp and shine, and cross the socks with water. Expect to say goodbye to the autumn before, and leave home to sing a song. ?
lotus? Wen tingjun?
the green pond is shaken and connected with Xingjin, and the rolled orchid enters the white apple radially. We should put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far the lotus core has incense dust. ?
Going out to Jingci Temple late to see Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli off?
After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaf in the next day is not to be green, the lotus is particularly bright red in the sun. ?
Wen Zhiming, a hibiscus on Qian's pond?
in September, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River will be closed, and the hibiscus will turn to Zhongzhou. Beauty smiles across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow. The dew washes the jade plate and the golden hall is cold, and the wind blows the ribbon with Jincheng in autumn. It's useless to look at each other, it's late, and there is a kind of seclusion in the pond.
Zhou Bangyan covered the Northern Song Dynasty with Su Mu?
burn agarwood to relieve summer heat. Birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds and birds. Chu Yang leaves dry overnight rain, the water is clear and round, and the wind and the lotus lift 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 remember each other in May? Small boat, dream into Furong Pu. ?
lotus pond? Ming Huang Qiong?
dongjiatan, a vast desert, is shaded by green trees. Ten miles of brocade incense is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing. ?
picking lotus songs? Li yaru?
the lotus field is surrounded by a lake, with faint bonuses. Three or five boats will go, and the songs will be loud and clear. ?
furongqing Zheng Banqiao
There are a few marks of the most pitying blush, the small bamboo gate beside the bridge outside the water. Looking at the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Xi Shi used to live in the village of Zhuluo. ?
Huanxisha Zhang Yuangan?
The mountains surround the Pinghu Lake and shake the city. The reflection of the lake light soaks the mountains, and the crystal floor wants the night shift. When the fog and willow are dark, the clouds are cloudy and the moon is full, and the dew and lotus are turned over by fireflies, and the rustling is distributed to the morning. ?
Linjiang Xian Ye Mengde?
I didn't see the fish jumping over the harbor, but I passed by the lake specially. Rustling winds and disorderly Yu He. Weiyun blows away, and the moon falls flat. A glass of white wine is still drunk, and it is swaying when you come back. No one can sing the song of picking ling. Xiao Xuan pillow bamboo, eaves shadow hanging star river. ?
Niannujiao? Jiang Yan?
Make a splash, and remember to be with Yuanyang when you come. Thirty-six vicious people have not arrived, and there are countless water dresses. The green leaves are cool, the jade capacity sells wine, and the rain is sprinkled. Shake, Leng Xiang fly on the poem. At dusk, the green pavilion is graceful, and the lover is gone, so why bother to endure Ling Bo? I'm afraid that my dancing clothes will be cold and easy to fall, and I'll worry about entering Nanpu, the west wind. High willows hang in the shade, old fish blow in the waves, leaving me to live in the flowers. How many fields, how many times to return to the sand.