The sentence of lotus and love

lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and He Tiantian with lotus leaves. 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. Lotus picking song Wang Changling lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and 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 in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaf in the next day is not to be green, the lotus is particularly bright red in the sun. A plum cut in the Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao's red lotus root is fragrant and the jade is lingering in the autumn, so she untied Luo Shang and went 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. The lotus flower is clear. Shi Tao has a five-inch lotus leaf, and sticking waves does not hinder the painting boat from shaking; In April and May, it can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman. "Love Lotus" Song Dunyi's flowers of land and water vegetation are very complicated. 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. ◇ Ode to Hibiscus ~ In Southern Dynasties, Liang Shen Yue's breeze shook the purple leaves and gently exposed the Zhu room. Zhongchi is so green, wait for me to glow red. ◇ Picking lotus ~ Southern Dynasties Liang Wu Jun Jin Dai miscellaneous flowers, Luo Yi hanging 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. ◇ Poems about Lotus ~ There are tiny grasses in Zebei, Jiang Hong, which can be rejuvenated by flowers. 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. ◇ chanting concentric hibiscus ~ 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 rowed countless companions, and untied himself. 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 (its twenty-six) ~ Tang Li Bai Bihe gives birth to a quiet spring, and the 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. ◇ There is a gift for folding the lotus ~ Tang Li Bai plays autumn water in the river and loves 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 are colorless and compatible, so why not be fragrant? 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 Tingyun Green Pond shakes Xingjin, and rolls orchid into white apple. We should put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far the lotus core has incense dust. ◇ Going out to Jingci Temple at night to see Lin Zifang ~ Yang Wanli After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that of 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. ◇ Hibiscus on Qian's Pool ~ Wen Zhiming spent a rest in the south of the Yangtze River in September, and Hibiscus turned 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. ◇ A plum cut ~ Northern Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance can ruin the jade in autumn, lightly untie Luo Shang, 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. ◇ Su Curtain Covered ~ Northern Song Dynasty, Zhou Bangyan burned agarwood to cool off the 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. ◇ Liantang ~ Ming Huang Qiong Dongjiatan is a vast desert, with green trees facing the water inlet. Ten miles of brocade incense is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing. ◇ picking lotus songs ~ Li Yaru's lotus field is a piece of lakeside, with a faint bonus. Three or five boats will go, and the songs will be loud and clear. ◇ Hibiscus ~ Qing Zheng Banqiao is most pitied by a few scars of blush, and there is a 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. ◇ Thinking in Ouxiang ~ Modern, Leisure, Wenxiao, farewell to the ancient town of Anyi, and the water in Ouxiang is swaying in a canoe; The shore willow is dyed with green brook water, and the lotus fragrance is brewed with golden autumn. Being stranded in a foreign land hurts the poor and chaotic, and the hometown returns to the happy scene; People with political integrity and wealth start from the beginning, and Fairy Furong is happy to visit. In Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking of Xin ~ Meng Haoran the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, in the east from the lake the slow moon rises. With her hair hanging in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in the quiet and spacious place. Waves of evening breeze sent to the fragrance of lotus, the dew from the bamboo leaves to send a crisp sound. I thought I would like to make a song and make a song, and I only hate my friends in front of me. Regrets the night, the memory of old friends, all night in the dream also hard to miss. ◇ Untitled Second ~ Li Shangyin, a misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, and wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool. There are locks of the golden toad incense burner, cigarette wrapped in elegant, like the yuhu pulley, traction rope to draw the well water. The king of the prince of Wei dreamed that he was a young and beautiful girl, and that the prince of Wei had a dream of keeping a pillow and composing a poem. Never mind * * * flowers compete for hair, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?. ◇ Making friends in summer ~ Xu Ji is free to sleep alone when the water steps are quiet. The moon gives birth to the forest, and the rain stays overnight like autumn. Looking back at Lotus Pu, who sings Du Ruozhou? There is no dream in a good night, and you can swim if you have a dream. ◇ Huanxisha Xue Zhaoyun has more than enough hatred, and many red tears cry for Gusu, leaning against the wind to coagulate the snow skin. The setting sun is in the sky of Wuzhushan River, the King of Yue Palace is semi-flat, and the lotus flowers are full of heavy lakes. ◇ Nanxiangzi Li Xun took a colorful boat, crossed the lotus pond, and sang songs to wake up sleeping mandarin ducks. Younv cuddled with incense and laughed, contended for gentle and graceful, and trembled to break the lotus to cover the evening photos. ◇ Huanxisha Li Jing ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇96 Also with Shaoguang * * * gaunt, ugly. The drizzle dreams that the chicken is far away, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing. How about Sidi Township Sun Guangxian? More lingering feelings! The moth gathers shame under the curtain of eternal water. Six Luo skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves. Look at the ground to get rid of the rain and play the lotus. ◇ Recalling Yuhang Pan Lang's long memory of the lonely mountain, the mountain is like a cluster in the middle of the lake, and the monk's room is open to the lake all around, and the Qing Dynasty will come back. Lotus fragrance spray even the cloud pavilion, the pavilion clear sound eaves priests. Don't come to dust and dirty people's clothes, and dream of flying in vain. ◇ After picking mulberry seeds and Ouyang Xiu's lotus blossoms, the West Lake is good. When you bring wine, you don't need a standard, and the red buildings and green covers follow. Draw a boat into the depths of the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, and go home drunk. ◇ Linjiangxian Ouyang Xiu The rain falls on the light thunder pool outside the willow, and the sound of rain drops and breaks the sound of lotus. Soon the rain is stopped, the small building west corner shows the broken rainbow. We leaned against the railing until the moon rose in the east. The swallow flew back to the door, peeping at the hualiang to ask. I put the curtain down from the jade hook. The bed on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but no ripple. Water spirit double pillow, there is a falling hairpin on the bank. ◇ Gan Caozi Liu Yong autumn dusk, scattered failure lotus, each pearl rain. After the rain, the moon is born, and it is cold. There is no companion in the pool, so I can't stand such a solitary mood! But beside the golden cage * * * parrot, read the words of Pink Lang. ◇ Butterfly Lovers, Yan Jidao's first frost twist, Wan was disappointed. Through the sound of Ye Ying, it seems to imitate Qin E's singing. After a nap, I woke up for a day, and the double-striped green bamboo was covered with cold waves. When the rain strikes, the wind blows and the sky rises. The lotus flowers are tender, and the tears are blushing. Inclined to Lv Yun crescent moon, the curved ring is just like a frown. ◇ Born Chazi Yan Jidao hated wading in the river and moved closer to Xitou. Wandering around Mulan boat and straying into Shuangyuanpu. Unreasonable frivolous clouds, dark for cheap fiber rain. The green sleeves are too cold to speak to the lotus. ◇ Ruan Langgui Early Summer Su Dongpo Green Huai Gao Liu Yan Xin Chan, Xun Feng first entered the string. Wash the heavy smoke under the blue screen window, and the sound of chess scares you to sleep during the day. After a light rain, the lotus turned over and the pomegranate bloomed. Jade basin hands to find out the spring, Qiongzhu broken but round. ◇ Yong Yule Su Dongpo The moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Jumping fish in a curved harbor, shedding dew in a round lotus, lonely and unseen. Like three drums, a leaf is loud and clear, and the dark dream cloud is broken. The night is boundless, I find nowhere again, and I feel that I have traveled all over the small garden. Tired of visitors at the end of the world, I return home in the mountains, looking at my hometown. The swallow house is empty, where is the beauty? Empty lock the swallow in the building It's like a dream in ancient and modern times, but there are old joys and new grievances. At different times, the night view of the Yellow House is a sigh for Yu Hao. ◇ Man Tingfang Huang Tingjian's water is thick and clear, the new strip is light green, and the green light reflects the virtual pavilion. The golden-flowered frost heron, the lotus path picks up the duckweed. The trunk of Xiangdu column is curved with red makeup, thin and sparse. The wind is clear at night, the moon is full in the horizontal pond, and the water is clear and the stars are moving. I can hear it, and after a light rain, she bloomed, so she moved to the Hu bed and became a square screen. The practice scales are full of clouds, the sound is constant, and the eaves are ringing with wind chimes. When the banquet is reopened, the Yaochi is full of snow, and the mountain dew is green. ◇ Huang Yinger Chao Buzhi's South Garden is better than the summer. In twos, threes and threes, new bamboo shoots came out at the beginning, and they invaded households over the eaves. Listen to the chaotic lotus wind and sprinkle the buttonwood rain. After noon, the curtains are uneven, the cicadas are far away, and the dreams are still there. Stay, the past is empty, and when you meet, have you ever lived? Counting human affairs is not enough to remember, but to dream of emotions. Watch a few floating flowers, and a wisp of fragrance lingers. The strange Taoist said: Tao Qian has done a great job. ◇ Nan Kezi "Wonderful Selected Poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties" is ten miles away, and the Chaoping Road is sandy. A few times, the birds complain about the years, and it is a bleak time in the end of the world! The Millennium gathers the waning moon, and the breeze scatters the misty clouds. Green Di Yang asked Lotus: Remember that family who sold wine that year? ◇ Mrs. Bodhisattva Wei The Red Chamber leans against Lianxi Qu, and the stream in front of the building condenses cold jade. Rippling Mulan boat, people and teenagers in the boat. Lotus is charming and eager to talk, laughing into Yuanyangpu. On the waves, the smoke is low, while on the song month, the diamond returns. ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇967 Birds call clear, encroach on dawn and peep at eaves. Chu Yang on the leaves is dry and rainy. The water surface is clear and round, and the wind and the load are lifted 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. ◇ Huanxisha Zhangyuangan Mountain shakes the city around Pinghu Lake, and the reflection of the lake light soaks into the green mountains, and the crystal floor wants to watch the night. 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. ◇ Linjiangxian Ye Mengde didn't see the jumping fish and twisting the harbor, and the lake specially passed by. 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. ◇ Nian Nujiao Jiang Kui made a scene, and when he came, he tasted being a companion with Yuanyang. 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. ◇ Yan Guiliang Fenglian Jie Jiang I dream of the Tang Palace in spring and late in the day, just dancing and dragging. Cui Yun's team is full of crimson clothes, with hands hanging down. All of a sudden, the drum rushed up, like Cai Feng, flying in a panic. Dream back to see Wan Qiong princess, see lotus, blown by the wind. ◇ Water Fairy Ode to Jiangnan Zhang Yanghao A river of smoke and water shines in sunny haze, and people on both sides of the strait draw eaves. A section of lotus bushes in Qiu Guang is light, and watching Sha Ou dance repeatedly, the wind is ten miles away. Draw a boat to the horizon, the wine flag is outside the wind, the lotus leaves in the south of the Yangtze River are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are red. -Yang Wanli's "Xiao Chu Jingci Temple Send Lin Zifang" Clear water gives hibiscus, which is naturally carved. -Li Baihe-Li Qiao's new slip is full of Chengpi, and the round lotus shadow is irregular. When the wind comes, the fragrance is far away, and the sunset covers the shade. Fish play with leaves, and turtles float to see green pools. It was difficult for the Wei dynasty to accept the mining, but Chu took it with him. Give a lotus flower-Li Shangyin The flowers and leaves in the world are inconsistent, and the flowers go into the golden basin to make dust. Only lotus is the safflower green leaves to match, lotus leaf has a volume of Shu, lotus has open, set off as the perfect natural. This flower and this leaf set each other off, and the green color reduces the red color and kills people.