Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling
The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other.
Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.
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The green Luo skirt of the girl who picked the lotus seems to be the same color as the lotus leaf in the field. The girl's face is hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflects each other. Mixed into the lotus pond and disappeared. I didn't realize that someone was coming until I heard singing everywhere.
2. The title city is Nanzhuang
Tang Dynasty: Cui Hu
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
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Last spring, in this door, the girl's face set off a bright peach blossom. When I came here again today, the girl didn't know where she had gone. Only peach blossoms are still smiling and blooming in the spring breeze.
3, reduce the word magnolia, sell shoulder flowers
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Sell flowers on your shoulders. I bought a spring flower. Tears dyed lightly and evenly. I still have traces of rosy clouds and dew. ?
Afraid lang would guess. Slave noodles are not as delicious as flower noodles. Yunbin Xie Chai. I want to show Longbi.
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Under the burden of the flower seller, I bought a flower in bud. Dew in the morning also left traces on the colors, making the flowers look more lovely. I'm afraid my husband will get suspicious after seeing the flowers and think my face is not as beautiful as the flowers. I will put plum blossoms between the clouds and temples, let the flowers stand side by side with my face, and teach him which one is more beautiful.
4. picking lotus songs
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
A woman who picks lotus by the river will laugh at the lotus.
Rizhao's new makeup is bright under the water, fragrant in the wind and lifted in the air.
Who swims on the shore, 3355 reflects weeping willows.
Zi Juan hissed into the fallen flower and saw the emptiness and heartbroken.
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In summer, beautiful lotus pickers pick lotus seeds in twos and threes by the Ruoye River. Through the lotus flowers, people laugh and the lotus flowers set each other off in red. The sun shines on the new makeup of the lotus picker, and the bottom of the water is bright. When the wind blows, the clothes are lifted in the air, and the fragrance of lotus flowers is floating. Whose is Yu Yelang wandering on that shore? Lying in the shade of weeping willows in 3355.
The purple-tailed horses around me neigh and rumble, and the fallen flowers fly away one after another. Seeing this beautiful scenery, the poet lingered and was heartbroken.
5, Liang Zhu Yue Nv picking lotus autumn water
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Yue Nv picked lotus in autumn water. The narrow sleeves are light, revealing double gold cymbals. Take a picture and pick flowers like noodles. Only * * * silk confusion in my heart.
? It's getting late at the beach. The fog is heavy and the smoke is light, and there is no companion when you come. The faint song spread to the distance. Sorrow leads to Jiang Nanan.
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Next to the clear autumn water, a beautiful Jiangnan girl is picking lotus. Lightweight sleeves and a gold ring hidden on the jade wrist outline her graceful posture and figure. Her charming face is reflected on the water, competing with the lotus flower. She picked the fragrant lotus root with delicate hands, but it did not interfere with the "silk" of the lotus root and aroused her feelings.
In a blink of an eye, it's getting late and the wind is blowing. The girl immersed in reverie suddenly wakes up and sees a group of frivolous evening smoke, thinking of her companions. At this time, there was a faint song in the distance, only to hear it farther and farther, and the lingering sound curled up on the bank of the south of the Yangtze River, as if it had spilled all the way.