Liao Chenxiang, a Lotus Su Mu in Song Dynasty
Song Dynasty: Zhou Bangyan
Burn agarwood to relieve summer heat. Birds call clear, intrude into the eaves. The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, and the water was clear, and the wind and lotus were 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. May the fishermen remember each other. Boat, dream into furongpu.
Picked mulberries and lotus flowers, the West Lake is good.
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
After the lotus blooms, the West Lake is good, and when the wine comes. There is no need for a standard, and the green cover of the red building will follow.
The original painting entered the depths of the flowers, and it was fragrant and golden. It was misty and rainy, so I went home drunk.
Fang Xin ku Yang Liuhui Tang
Song Dynasty: He Zhu
Liugui pond, Yuanyang from Pu. Lv Ping got up and broke the lotus boat road. No bees and butterflies yearn for fragrance.
Return to the light to welcome the tide, clouds bring rain. Yiyi seems to be talking to a poet. I refused to marry Feng Chun, but I was misunderstood by the autumn wind for no reason.
Niannujiao made a scene.
Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui
I am in Wuling. Hubei governs the constitution: the ancient city is wild and the trees are towering. Yu and two or three friends went boating during this period. Drinking mint flowers, the image is leisurely, not human. Autumn water is dry. Lotus leaves go out to find their feet, because sitting at the bottom, the sun can't be seen from above. Breeze Xu Lai, Lv Yun automatically. It is also a pleasure to catch a glimpse of tourists drawing boats in sparsely populated places. Come to Xing Wu. There are many sheep and lotus flowers, and the West Lake is flooded at night. The scenery is amazing. So write in this sentence.
I remember when I came, I tasted the company of Yuanyang. Thirty-six vicious people can't reach it, and there are countless styles of water. Green leaves are cool, jade makes wine disappear, and mushrooms sprinkle rain. Shake, Leng Xiang flies to the poem.
At dusk, the green pavilion is graceful, and the lover has gone, so why put up with Ling Bo? I'm afraid the dance clothes will fall off easily when they are cold, which makes people worry about Nanpu. High willows hang in the shade, old fish blow the waves, leaving me to live in the flower room. How many fields, how much back to the sand. (Sadness: Sadness)
Partridge day, open a lotus, go hand in hand.
Song: Yan
Keep the lotus open and go hand in hand, and meet the flat leaves to open the blue boat. When you come to Pukou, the river is full of buildings.
Bloom is silent, running water is empty, and flowers compete every year. In the Ming Dynasty, if the west wind spread eastward, Zhu Yan would not be able to stand autumn.
The fisherman's pride and flower bottom suddenly heard two paddles.
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Suddenly there were two paddles at the bottom of the flower. Wandering around with a date looking for a visit. The wine lamp rotates the lotus leaf. Lotus boat swings. There are red waves in the lamp from time to time.
Flowers, wine, and wine are fragrant. Cheeks are flushed with wine. Get drunk and sleep in the shade. Startled up. The bow pavilion is on the beach.
Operator, do it again while eating.
Song: Ge
The water is red and the pulse is full. The west wind is faint with smoke, and the rain is sparse.
A glass of wine is very attractive to you. Ye Ye is as red as a wine boat, flowing like water.
Shuyingyong lotus leaf
Song Dynasty: Zhang Yan
The garden is round and can clean itself. To the shallow continent, it is far away and the pavilion is bright. There is still a legacy, and if you don't show your autumn heart, how much heat can you roll? The same is true for mandarin ducks. Don't talk to the yarn washer. Afraid of complaining about songs, the wind suddenly broke, but Cui Yun broke.
Looking back on the Han dance in those days, I was afraid of flying away and wrinkling my fairy skirt. Love that blue, still fading fragrance, still sighing and snowing. The cabbage is as clear as lead water, and the west wind blows for another night. I like to watch quietly, practice Qiu Guang with horses and pour the moon on the lake.
Niannujiao West Lake and Human Rhyme
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The evening breeze blows rain, fighting new lotus, and the sound is chaotic. Who put the incense in the mirror? The cloud is red and the lake is blue. Birds fly across the sky, fish swim around, waves blow, and they are used to taking advantage of music seats. The heroic spirit sits on the audience and drinks thousands of stones.
If you think of the romantic life in Chu Shi, cranes will walk with people, and you will always be a flying fairy. It is the thatched cottage hedge today, and the pine and bamboo are not what they used to be. I want to say that in those days, looking at the lake downstairs, the water clouds were wide and narrow. Don't ask if you are drunk.
Yan GUI Liang feng Lian
Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang
I dreamed of the Tang Dynasty, palaces, spring and night. When the dance is dragging around. Cui Yun's team fought in Crimson Xia. Slow movements and drooping hands.
Suddenly, I got up in a hurry and flew out like Cai Feng. I dreamed of going back to Princess Wan Qiong. Look at the lotus, blown by the wind.