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"Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaf Tian Tian. Fish are frolicking among the lotus leaves. Fish plays lotus leaf east, fish plays lotus leaf west, fish plays lotus leaf south and fish plays lotus leaf north. " This is a very fresh and beautiful poem in Yuefu folk songs in Han Dynasty. In this poem, "lotus" refers to both the real Hualien and the sympathetic homophonic word "pity". The love between men and women is vividly compared with a fish hitting a lotus leaf. With the beautiful water town in the south of the Yangtze River as the background, the hero and heroine who picked lotus rocked the boat and sang pure and beautiful love freely. What a fresh picture! The Western Zhou Qu, which represents the highest achievement of Yuefu folk songs in the Southern Dynasties, has a detailed description of lotus flowers and lotus picking: "Don't open the door, go out and pick red lotus flowers. Autumn, autumn Nantang, she is holding a lotus seed, and the lotus grows taller. With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. Hide lotus seeds in your sleeve. Lotus seeds are red and transparent. Recalling Mandy, I looked up at Hong Fei ... "The scene of picking lotus in this poem not only vividly shows the life of Jiangnan people, but also writes the heroine's deep yearning for her long-distance lover, with fresh and lively language, long artistic conception and lingering feelings. "Lotus leaf skirt cut one color, hibiscus open two sides. I can't see it when I enter the pool. I feel someone coming when I hear the song. " In the poem "Lotus Picking Song" written by Wang Changling, the Seven Wonders of the Tang Dynasty, although the beauty of lotus picking girls is not a word, they are all romantic, because their figures have been integrated with picturesque lotus ponds and lotus flowers. From this natural and intriguing artistic conception, we can easily feel the charm of China's classical literature. On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind. Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican. Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing. I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. It is well said in Emperor Liang Yuan's "Lotus Picking Fu": Therefore, the demon is a child or a woman, willing to boat; The snipe makes a first promise and passes the feather cup; I can move, algae can hang, boats can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After long summer, in late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. I'm afraid of touching the petticoats and laughing, and I'm afraid of leaning over the boat and getting together. It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now. Then I remembered the sentence in "Xizhou Qu": Lotus is picked in Nantang in autumn, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel that it is already your own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.