Qingyang Ferry~Jin Yuefu
Green lotus covers green water, and hibiscus is covered with red and fresh colors. There are lotus roots with roots underneath and lotus with heads above.
Ode to Lotus ~ Southern Dynasties·Liang·Shen Yue
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.
Picking Lotus~Southern Dynasties·Liang·Wujun
Weigela with mixed flowers and flowers, and robes hanging down the green river. Asked where he was going now, he went out to collect lotus flowers from the south of the Yangtze River. Three thousand miles west of Liaoning, there is no reason to send my wish. I hope you will return soon and the lotus flowers will bloom.
Poems about Lotuses~Jiang Hong
There are tiny grasses in Zepi, which can bloom and bear fruit. The green leaves like to turn in the wind, and the red leaves like to shine in the sun. When I moved to Yuchi, my roots were not lost. How to interact with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying fluffy.
Ode to the Hibiscus of the Same Heart ~ Sui Dynasty Du Gongzhan
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 by oneself, and the two minds are the same.
The Lotus Picking Song ~ Sui Dynasty Yin Yingtong
There are countless companions in the boat, and they untie the ropes to urge each other. There is no need to wipe off the sweat and powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The floats are moving in disorder, and the boat comes in and leans on the lotus. Lotus roots are tied together in strands, and lotus leaves are held in cups.
Ancient Style (Twenty-Six) ??~ Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The green lotus grows in the quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh. Autumn flowers emerge from the green water, and dense leaves gather green smoke. The beauty and pink are peerless, who can pass on the fragrance? Sit and watch the flying frost, withering this red and fragrant year.
The roots have not yet been harvested, but I would like to stay by the Hua Pond.
The song of picking lotuses~Liang Liu Xiaowei of the Southern Dynasties
The golden oar magnolia boat, the play of picking lotus from the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus fragrance spreads across the Pudu River, and lotus leaves fill the river. The house is easy to hold, and the handle is curved. When the flowers are dew, the hair is wet, and the wind stems are blowing.
If you break the lotus, you will get a gift~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Walking in the river to play in the autumn water, I love the fresh red lotus. 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.
Lotus~Li Shangyin
They are all colorless, but they have no fragrance. Yao banquets are set up to enjoy the coolness, and golden restraints are left late. When I return to my quilt, the lamp shines on my clothes, and my socks are soaked in water when I cross the quilt. I anticipate farewell in the autumn before, and sing songs in my dreams after separation.
Lotus~Wen Tingyun
The green pond is swaying to connect with Xingjin, and the rolling orchids are rolling into white apples. It should be the stockings of Luo Shenbo, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant.
Leaving Jingci Temple in the evening to see off Lin Zifang~Yang Wanli
After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
The hibiscus on Qian's pond ~ Wen Zhengming
In September, flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are off, and the hibiscus is wandering in Zhongzhou. The beauty smiles across the water, and the setting sun still brings sadness.
The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows the golden city in autumn. Looking at each other in old age is useless, there is a kind of tranquility in the pond.
A Cut of Plum Blossoms ~ Northern Song Dynasty·Li Qingzhao
The fragrant red lotus roots linger in the jade mat in autumn, I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers float and the water flows.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Su Muzhe~Northern Song Dynasty·Zhou Bangyan
Burn agarwood to relieve the heat. Birds call their eyes, invading the dawn and peeking into the eaves. On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain falls, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts each leaf.
My hometown is far away, when will I go? He lives in Wumen and has been traveling in Chang'an for a long time. Do you remember each other in May? In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu.
Liantang~Ming Dynasty·Huang Qiong
Dongjia Pond in the vast desert, with green trees shading towards the inlet. The fragrance of brocade can be seen continuously for ten miles, and the west wind and the bright moon return with songs.
Lotus Picking Song~Li Yaru
The lotus root fields are spread out next to the lake, and the flowers are faintly connected. Three or five small boats are approaching, singing loudly and plucking lotus flowers.
Furong~Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty
The most pitiful thing is the few red and pink marks, the small bamboo gate beside the bridge outside the water. Looking at myself in shock and pity, Xishi originally lived in Zhuluo Village.
Thoughts on Ou Xiang~Modern · Xiawen
Farewell to the ancient town of Anyi at dawn, boating on the water in Ou Xiang; willows on the bank dye the clear stream, and the fragrance of lotus fills the golden autumn .
Being stranded in a foreign land hurts poverty and chaos, but returning to my hometown is full of joy and scenery; political leaders and people are rich, and the hibiscus fairy is happy to come and visit.
The south pavilion is full of emotions in summer~Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the cool evening breeze, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.
Untitled·Part 2~Li Shangyin
A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond. The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain, Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei. In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
Having Friends in Summer~Xu Ji
Flowing water steps eliminate silence, and you can feel free to sleep alone. The moon is growing in the forest at dawn, and the rain is like autumn all night long. Recalling Hehuapu from far away, who chants Du Ruozhou? It may be a good night without dreams, but if there is a dream, we will travel together.
Huanxisha·Xue Zhaoyun
The country and the city are overwhelmed by hatred, so many red tears weep over Gusu, leaning against the wind and staring at the snowy skin. The sun sets over the mountains and rivers of Lord Wu, the palace of the King of Yue is half flat, and the lotus flowers and water chestnuts are all over the lake.
Nanxiangzi·Li Xun
Riding on a colorful boat, crossing the lotus pond, singing songs startled sleeping mandarin ducks. Wandering girls snuggled up with fragrance and laughed, vying for slimness, and folding their lotuses carefully to cover up the evening sunshine.
Huanxisha·Li Jing
The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the westerly wind is worrying among the blue waves.
Still haggard and haggard with the time, unbearable to look at.
The drizzle dreamed of returning to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building. How many tears of infinite hatred, leaning on the railing.
Sidixiang·Sun Guangxian
How is it? More lingering feelings! A shy moth gathers under the everlasting water curtain. Six pictures of skirts on the ground trace the blue waves slightly. See the drizzle and heavy rain all over the ground.
Recalling Yuhang·Pan Lang
I always remember the lonely mountain. The mountain is like a cluster of black flowers in the center of the lake. The monk's room faces the lake on all sides, and the clear water comes and goes.
The fragrance of lotus flowers fills the Lianyun Pavilion, and the sound of the pavilion is clear and the bells are heard under the eaves. Don't let the dust stain people's clothes, and dream about flying in the air.
Picking Mulberry·Ouyang Xiu
The West Lake is beautiful after the lotus blooms. When wine comes, there is no need for flags, but red buildings and green covers in front and behind. The painting boat was pushed into the depths of the flowers, the fragrance was golden, the mist and rain were gentle, and I returned drunk with music and songs.
Linjiang Immortal·Ouyang Xiu
It is raining on the Qinglei Pond outside the willow, and the sound of raindrops is heard as the lotuses are broken. The west corner of the small building has a bright red sky. The place where I lean against the wall is waiting for the moon to be born.
The swallows fly to peek at the painted building, and the jade hook hangs down the curtain. The cool waves will not move and the mat will be flat. There are two pillows of water essence, with a fallen hairpin hanging beside them.
Licorice seed·Liu Yong
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, Pinglan is worried about having no partner, but this is the mood of living alone! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, he recited the words of Fenlang.
Die Lian Hua·Yan Jidao
The first twist of frost gives birth to hope. The sound of orioles in the leaves seems to be imitating Qin'e's singing. After waking up from a nap, I felt lazy for a while, and the double-striped green mat was covered with cold waves. After the rain, the wind blows and the blue sky rises.
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.
Sheng Chazi·Yan Jidao
I have always hated crossing the river and moved to live near Xitou. While wandering on the Mulan boat, I strayed into Shuangyuan Pu. There are thin clouds for no reason, and the rain is dark. The green sleeves are cold, and I want to speak to the lotus.
Ruan Langgui·Early Summer·Su Dongpo
The green locust trees and tall willows swallow new cicadas, and the scented wind first blows into the strings. 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.
Yong Yule·Su Dongpo
The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the clear scenery is infinite. Fish are jumping in Qugang, lotuses are pouring out dew, and there is no one to see the loneliness. Like three drums, one leaf is sonorous, and the dark dreamy clouds are startled. The night is vast, and I am looking for nowhere again. I feel like I have been walking around the small garden. A tired traveler from the end of the world, returning to the mountains, looking past his hometown. The Swallow Tower is empty, where is the beauty? The swallow in the empty locked building. The past and present are like dreams, never dreamed, but there are old joys and new resentments. At the same time, Yu Hao sighed at the night view of Huanglou.
Man Tingfang·Huang Tingjian
The repair water is thick and clear, the new strips are light green, and the green light reflects the empty pavilion. There are golden mandarin ducks and frost herons, and the lotus paths are covered with secluded duckweeds. The balusters of the fragrant ferry are bent and red, and the lattice is thin and sparse.
On a clear night, the moon is full in Hengtang, and the clear water can see the moving stars. It's pleasant to listen to. After the light rain, the algae and grasshoppers will move to the bed, and the Xiang mat will be a square screen.
The mist-scaled clouds are swirling around, the sound is constant, and the eaves are ringing with wind chimes. When the banquet resumes, the Yaochi is full of snow and the mountains are dewy and the Buddha's head is green.
Huang Yinger·Chao Buzhi
The beauty of Nanyuan is suitable for summer. In twos, twos, threes, new bamboo shoots emerge from the bamboo shoots, and Yi Yi crosses the eaves and invades the house.
Listen to the chaotic wind of lotus flowers and the fine rain of sycamore trees. After noon, the shadows on the curtain are uneven, the sound of cicadas in the distant forest is heard, and the remains of a deep dream are revealed.
Standing still, the past is gone, how could I have lived there for a while? Taking care of human affairs, it is not enough to reflect on the emotions in dreams.
Looking at the floating flowers, a wisp of incense lingers on the stick. The strange Taoist said: Tao Qian was the couple of Emperor Xi.
Nan Kezi·"Selected Poems of the Sages of the Tang and Song Dynasties"
Ten miles away, the green mountains are far away, and the tide-level road is sandy. The birds chirp several times to complain about the years, and it’s a desolate time again at the end of the world!
The white dew collects the waning moon, and the breeze disperses the dawn clouds. I asked the lotus beside the green poplar embankment: Do you remember that person who sold wine that year?
Bodhisattva Man·Mrs. Wei
The red building leans against the stream, and the stream in front of the building condenses with cold jade. The Mulan boat is rippling, and there are young people in the boat. The lotus blossoms are so sweet that they smile into Yuanyang Pu. The smoke is low on the waves, and the song is returning under the moon.
Su Muzhe·Zhou Bangyan
Burn agarwood to relieve the heat. Birds call out for the clear sky, and they peek into the eaves at dawn. On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain falls. The water surface is clear and round, and each one is lifted by the wind. My hometown is far away, when will I go? He lives in Wumen and has been traveling in Chang'an for a long time. Do you remember each other in May? In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu.
Huanxisha·Zhang Yuanqian
The mountains surround the flat lake and the waves shake the city. The reflection of the lake is soaked in the green mountains, and the crystal downstairs is about to be updated three times. When the foggy willows are dark, the clouds and the moon rise, and the dew and lotuses turn over, and the water flows with fireflies, and their rustles spread until dawn.
Linjiangxian·Ye Mengde
No jumping fish was seen turning to Qugang, and I passed by the lake specially. Xiao Xiao Shu wind chaos rain lotus. The slight clouds have blown away, and the bright moon has fallen into a flat wave. I'm still drunk after a glass of white wine, and I'm still feeling drunk when I come back.
No one can sing the song of collecting water chestnuts. Xiaoxuan pillow mat, eaves shadow hanging stars.
Nian Nujiao·Jiang Kui
A famous couple, I remember that when I came here I tried to be a couple with a mandarin duck. Thirty-six people have not arrived yet, and there are countless people wearing wind clothes. The green leaves are blowing cool, the jade face sells wine, and the wild rice rain is sprinkled. Swirling beautifully,
The cold fragrance flies up to the poem. At dusk, the pavilions are covered with green canopies, and my lover is gone. Are you struggling to endure the waves? I'm just afraid that my dancing clothes are cold and easy to fall off, and I'm worried about the west wind in Nanpu. The tall willow trees are overcast, and the old fish is blowing the waves.
Leave me to live among the flowers. How many fields are there, how many times we return home across the sand.
Yan Guiliang·Fenglian·Jiang Jie
I dreamed of a late spring day in the Tang Palace, when I was dancing and the train was being dragged.
The Cuiyun team fights in Jiangxia clothes, with their hands hanging down. Suddenly, there was a sudden rush of drums and the general rose up, like a colorful phoenix, flying around in confusion.
I didn’t see Concubine Wan Qiong in my dream, but I saw lotus flowers blown by the wind.
Water Fairy·Ode to the South of the Yangtze River·Zhang Yanghao
The smoke and water of a river illuminate the blue sky, and people on both sides of the river connect their painted eaves. The autumn light is dim in the lotus bushes, and I can see the sand gulls dancing again and again, and the fragrant wind rolls up the bead curtain ten miles away. Painting boats are coming to the horizon, wine flags are blowing in the wind, and love is evil in the south of the Yangtze River.
Li Bai: Song of the Four O'clock in the Midnight: Spring Song
A girl from Luofu in the Qin Dynasty picked mulberries by the green water.
On the green strips on the plain hands, the red makeup is fresh in the day.
The silkworms are hungry and the concubine wants to go, but the five horses cannot stay.
Li Bai: Song of the Four O'clock in the Midnight: Summer Song
Three hundred miles away from Jinghu Lake, there are lotus blossoms.
In May, Xishi is collected, and people look at it as if it is narrow.
He returned to the boat without waiting for the moon, and returned to the Yue Wang family.
Du Xunhe: The Romance of the Spring Palace
I have been mistaken by Chanjuan for a long time, and I want to put on makeup and look in the mirror in a daze.
Cheng En is not about appearance, but teaching concubine is about appearance.
The wind is warm, the sounds of birds are broken, and the sun is high and the shadows of flowers are heavy.
Women cross the stream every year and remember each other picking hibiscus.
Li Shangyin: One of two untitled poems
What came is empty words and disappears, the moon is setting at five o'clock upstairs.
The dream is far away and it is difficult to recall it, and the book is hastened to become ink.
The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated that Pengshan was far away, and even more so, it was ten thousand layers away from Pengshan.
Li Shangyin: Untitled No. 2
A soft east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond.
The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain, Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei.
In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
Li Shangyin: Untitled No. 2
The heavy curtains are deep in the Mochou Hall, and the night after lying down is slender.
My life as a goddess was just a dream, and my sister-in-law had no husband.
Feng Bo doesn’t believe that Lingzhi is weak. Who teaches the fragrance of osmanthus leaves to Moon Dew?
It’s useless to be longing for lovesickness, but it’s just pure madness to feel melancholy.
Li Bai: Resentment on the Jade Steps
White dew grows on the jade steps and invades the stockings for a long time at night.
But under the crystal curtain, look at the autumn moon exquisitely.
If you break the lotus, you will get a gift. Tang Dynasty
Li Bai
Wading in the river to play in the autumn water, loving the fresh red lotus.
Climb the lotus and play with the beads, but the ripples will not be 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 in despair.
Midnight Wu Song (Part 2) Tang Dynasty
Li Bai
Jinghu Lake is three hundred miles away, full of lotus blossoms.
Pure Xi Shi in May. People think it is narrow.
He returned to the boat without waiting for the moon, and returned to the Yue Wang family.
Yue Nv, Tang Dynasty
Wang Changling
The Yue Nv made a osmanthus boat and used osmanthus as a bow.
The water on the lake is vast and the Qingjiang River cannot be crossed.
Pick hibiscus flowers, not hibiscus leaves.
When he returned home, he asked his husband how he looked like his concubine.
White Lotus in Donglin Temple, Tang Dynasty
Bai Juyi
The water in Beitang of Donglin Temple is so clear that you can see the bottom.
The white hibiscus grows in the middle, and there are three hundred stems of lotus.
The sun shines brightly, and the clear breeze spreads the fragrance.
The silver bag of fragrance leaks is broken, and the jade plate of dew leaks overturns.
I am ashamed of my dirty eyes, and I am so beautiful.
I know that the red lotus flower has a false name of purity.
The application of the calyx in summer has not stopped, and the knot in the autumn room is completed.
In the middle of the night, all the monks were sleeping and walked around the pond alone.
I would like to receive a piece and send it back to Chang'an City.
But I am afraid that if I go out of the mountains, I will not be able to reproduce in the human world.
Planting lotuses in Jingzhao Prefecture, Tang Dynasty
Bai Juyi
The ditches store turbid water, and there are fields of leaves on the water.
I sighed and realized it was Dongxilian.
There is green sludge underneath, and the fragrance cannot be restored.
There is red dust underneath, and the color is not bright.
The nature of things is like this, and so is the nature of people.
It is better to be discarded than to support a root that is not its proper place.
The sun once stood in the stream, and the flowers and leaves were beautiful and clear.
No land this year, in front of the Haggard Mansion.
Qingyang Ferry Jin, Yuefu
Green lotus covers the green water, and the hibiscus is covered with bright red.
There are lotus roots with roots underneath and lotus with heads above.
Ode to Lotus, Southern Dynasties, Liang Dynasty
Shen Yue
The gentle breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the light dew touches the red house.
The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red.
Collecting lotuses from Liang in the Southern Dynasties
Wu Jun
The brocade belts are decorated with mixed flowers, and the robes hang down the green river.
I asked you where you are going now. I went out to pick lotus flowers from the south of the Yangtze River.
Three thousand miles west of Liaoning, there is no reason to send my wish.
May you return soon and enjoy the fresh lotus flowers.
Xia Ge, Southern Dynasties, Liang Dynasty
Xiao Yan
Lotus flowers bloom in the south of the Yangtze River, and red flowers cover the clear water.
The color is the same but the heart is the same; the lotus roots are different but the heart is the same.
Poems about Lotuses
Jiang Hong
There are tiny grasses in Zepi, which can bloom and bear fruit.
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 didn’t lose my roots.
How to interact with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying ponchos.
Ode to the Hibiscus of the Same Heart, Sui Dynasty
Du Gongzhan
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 around the clothes.
The name Lotus can be remembered naturally, and the two minds are the same.
Lotus Picking Song, Sui Dynasty
Yin Yingtong
There are countless companions in the boat, and they untie the rope to urge each other.
There is no need to wipe off the sweat and powder, and the wind skirt can be worn freely.
The floating ducks are moving in chaos, and the boat comes in and leans on the lotus.
The lotus root silk is tied together, and the lotus leaves are held into a cup.
A Lotus in the Autumn Pond, Sui Dynasty
Hong Zhigong
Everything is empty during the autumn solstice, and only the red waves are spitting out.
You can only get what you want by relying on your roots. If you don’t agree, you can follow the wind.
Ancient Style (Twenty-Six) ??Tang Dynasty
Li Bai
The green lotus grows in the quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh.
Autumn flowers emerge from the green water, and dense leaves gather green smoke.
The beauty and pink are peerless, who can pass on the fragrance?
Sit and watch the flying frost, withering this red and fragrant year.
The roots have not yet been harvested, but I would like to stay by the Hua Pond.
The song of picking lotuses in the Southern Dynasty Liang
Liu Xiaowei
The golden oar magnolia boat, the play of picking lotus from the south of the Yangtze River.
The lotus fragrance spreads across Pudu, and the lotus leaves fill the river.
The house is easy to get, and the handle is curved.
When the flowers are dew, the hair is wet, and the wind stems are brushed.
Ode to the lotus harvested in the south of the Yangtze River, Liang of the Southern Dynasties
Liu Xu
The north bank dries up in early spring, and the south lake opens up in summer.
The lotus rolls are so comfortable that you can lean on them, and the hibiscus is red when it is born.
The boat is light and easy to enter the bush.
The hair's light chases the shadows, and the fragrance of the clothes follows the headwind.
In some places in the south of the Yangtze River, love is endless year after year.
I was able to cross the river to pick hibiscus. The Southern Dynasty Chen
Grandparents and grandchildren ascended the mountain
The floating light filled the river and rose, and the hibiscus carried the falling light.
When you come, you will see the shadows of flowers in the room, and you will feel the fragrance of lotus when wearing clothes.
The Gui Zhou Shi is uncertain, but the Ling Ge is longer.
Cai Cai said goodbye and had no time to make clothes.