I often think of dusk by the river.
As drunk as a fiddler, we didn't remember anything on the way back!
Back on the boat at night,
Mistaken into the depths of lotus.
Fight for crossing, fight for crossing,
Frightened, all the egrets in the shallows flew away.
Wang's resentment against Qingzhao
The waves on the lake are boundless,
Autumn is dusk, red and fragrant.
Water and mountains are close to people,
Endless, infinitely beautiful.
Lotus seeds are getting old,
Clean dew and wash, apple flowers and grass.
The heron sleeping in Sha Ou will not look back,
Like hate, people return early.
Yi Jian Song Mei Li Qingzhao
Red lotus root fragrance, jade lingering in autumn,
Gently untie Luo Shang,
Alone in the blue boat.
Who sent the brocade book?
When the word goose came back,
Moonlight shines on the West Temple.
The withered petals are scattered all over the floor, and the water flows smoothly.
A kind of acacia,
Two luxury.
I can't eliminate this situation,
Just frown,
But in my heart.
2. What are the poems about "Lotus" in Li Qingzhao's works? 1. If you dream, Song Hui remembers the sunset in Xiting as usual, and you will be intoxicated with it and don't know the way back.
When I am happy, I will go back to the boat at night and walk into the depths of the lotus. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
2, resentment Yvonne Wang according to the lake, the wind is mighty, autumn is dusk, red and fragrant. That water, that mountain, that mountain, is very close to people, endless and endless.
Lotus seeds have become lotus leaves, old, clear and washed, and the flowers are from Cao Ting. The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early.
1 connected to the sky, the lotus leaf is infinitely blue, and the lotus flower reflects a different kind of red in the sun. Yang Wanli 2 The lotus has withered, and the petals float gently on the water like a boat.
The lotus flowers in the park, some with smiling faces and some in bud, are very beautiful. Soil can't defile the whiteness and fragrance of lotus.
She looked at the stretched lotus leaves and smelled the fragrance of lotus flowers, and her heart was also stretched. Bright lotus blooms on the boundless blue water.
In midsummer, the lotus flowers in the pond are in full bloom, which is a beautiful scene. Lotus leaves are dotted with little lotus flowers.
The lotus in the pond gradually withered. 10 Two sisters stand side by side, graceful as two blooming lotus flowers.
Also known as "wealth and grace". The beautiful lotus in the pond is like an elegant princess. Like a lovely little girl; Like a smiling girl.
12 in the pond, the lotus is graceful and graceful, and the wind blows, nodding gently. The lotus in the pond is in full bloom at 13.
14 The pond is full of pink lotus flowers. 15 The branches of the lotus are swaying in the wind, as if dancing briskly.
16 The lotus in summer stands like a graceful beauty in the pond. The evening breeze of 17 brings the fragrance of lotus, which is refreshing.
18 The budding lotus is like a shy little girl, wearing a pink skirt and tulle, dancing in the lotus leaves. 19 at the end of midsummer, several late lotus flowers brought a little coolness.
Look, the lovely lotus is surrounded by a string of colorful light bulbs.
3. Li Qingzhao's lotus poems are as follows:
well
Song Qingzhao
I often think of dusk by the river.
As drunk as a fiddler, we didn't remember anything on the way back!
Back on the boat at night,
Mistaken into the depths of lotus.
Fight for crossing, fight for crossing,
Frightened, all the egrets in the shallows flew away.
Hate the king of songs
Song Qingzhao
The waves on the lake are boundless,
Autumn is dusk, red and fragrant.
Water and mountains are close to people,
Endless, infinitely beautiful.
Lotus seeds are getting old,
Clean dew and wash, apple flowers and grass.
The heron sleeping in Sha Ou will not look back,
Like hate, people return early.
Cut plums
Song Qingzhao
Red lotus root fragrance, jade lingering in autumn,
Gently untie Luo Shang,
Alone in the blue boat.
Who sent the brocade book?
When the word goose came back,
Moonlight shines on the West Temple.
The withered petals are scattered all over the floor, and the water flows smoothly.
A kind of acacia,
Two luxury.
I can't eliminate this situation,
Just frown,
But in my heart.
4. The poem about lotus says that the land and water plants of Song and Zhou Dunyi are lovely.
Tao Jin Yuanming loves chrysanthemums alone; Since Li Tanglai, the world loves peony very much; Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside, not crawling, fragrant and clear. It is slim and elegant, so you can look at it from a distance without looking ridiculous. Want to call chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers.
Hey! The love of chrysanthemum flowers is rarely heard after Tao; Who gave the lotus love? Peony love is suitable for all ages! ◇ Qingyangdu ~ Jinlefu green lotus covered with green water, hibiscus covered with red and fresh. There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above.
◇ ode to hibiscus ~ Yue Qingfeng in the Southern Dynasties shook purple leaves and exposed Zhu Shi lightly. Zhongchi is so green, wait until I glow red.
◇ picking lotus ~ In the Southern Dynasties, Wu Liang Dai mixed flowers, and Luoyi hung Qinghe. Ask my son where to go today, picking lotus in Jiangnan.
Three thousand miles in western Liaoning, I want to send it for no reason. May you return early, this lotus is fresh.
◇ Poems about Lotus ~ There are tiny grasses in the north of Hongze River, which can be used to rejuvenate. Green leaves like the wind, and red cherry is suitable for the sun.
Moving to the fish pond is a great loss. How to frost dew, should be with the canopy.
◇ chanting concentric hibiscus ~ Duke Du of Sui displayed lotus flowers, and graceful water came out. Solitary stems attract green, and double shadows reward red.
The color wins the song, and the fragrance dances wildly. The famous lotus can read by itself, and the same is true.
◇ picking lotus songs ~ Sui Yin Yingtong drew countless companions and untied himself. You don't need to wipe sweat powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will.
The boat docked against the lotus. Lotus root silk is held as a wisp and lotus leaf as a cup.
◇ Ancient style (its twenty-six) ~ Tang Li Baibi is born in quiet spring, sunny and fresh. Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke.
Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense? Sit and watch the frost disappear. If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi.
◇ Lotus-picking Song ~ Xiao Weijin paddled a Mulan boat in South Liu Liang, playing with lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus fragrance is separated from Purdue, and lotus leaves are fresh all over the river.
The room is easy to start with, and the handle comes with it. As soon as the flowers are exposed, they are wet and the stems of the wind are flickering.
◇ There is a gift of folding lotus ~ Tang Li Bai is playing autumn water by the river, loving this red and fresh. The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round.
This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away. Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind.
◇ Lotus ~ Li Shangyin is colorless and compatible. Why not be fragrant? Yao's seats were all set for the cool, but Jin was too late.
Turn the light back and cross the socks with the water. Looking forward to saying goodbye to the autumn before, leaving home to sing a song.
◇ Lotus ~ Wenlutang shakes the star gold, and rolls the orchid into a white apple. It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust.
Go out to Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli at night. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
◇ hibiscus on the money pool ~ Jiangnan will rest in September, and hibiscus will turn to Zhongzhou. Beauty laughs across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow.
Dew wash jade plate Jintang cold, autumn wind blowing Jincheng ribbon. It's no use looking at each other. It's getting late, and there's a kind of seclusion in the pond.
◇ A plum cut ~ Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance in the Northern Song Dynasty can ruin Yuqiu, relieve Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. ◇ Su Curtain Covered ~ Zhou Bangyan burned agarwood to cool off the heat in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird. The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose 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 in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu.
Li Antang ~ Huang Mingqiong Dongjiatan is a vast desert with green trees facing the water inlet. Ten miles of brocade is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing.
◇ picking lotus songs ~ Li Yaru's lotus field is a lake with a faint bonus. Three or five boats will go, singing loudly.
◇ Hibiscus ~ The most pitiful thing about Zheng Qing Banqiao is a few blushing scars, and there is a small bamboo door beside the Shuiwai Bridge. Looking in the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Shi used to live in Zhuze Village.
◇ Thinking in Ouxiang ~ Modern, leisure, Xiao Wen, bid farewell to Anyi ancient town, and the water in Ouxiang is swaying in the canoe; The shore willows are dyed with green streams, and the lotus fragrance is brewed in autumn. Living in a foreign land is poor and chaotic, and my hometown is happy; A man of virtue and wealth starts from scratch, and the lotus fairy comes to the door gladly.
In summer, the mountain light suddenly goes out in the west of Nanting Sixin-Meng Haoran, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.
Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams. ◇ Untitled second ~ Li Shangyin, a misty rain is blowing from the east, and the wheels are faintly thundering outside the Furong Pool.
There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water. Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? . Making friends in summer ~ Ji Xu is free, sleeping alone and the water steps are quiet.
The moon gives birth to the forest, and the rain stays overnight like autumn. Looking back at Lian Fang, who sings Du Ruozhou? There is no dream at night, and you can swim if you have a dream.
◇ There is more hatred in the sand and snow in Huanxi, and more red tears cry for Gusu, leaning on the wind to coagulate the snow skin. The setting sun is over the river, the palace is half flat, and the lotus is full of lakes.
◇ Nanxiangzi Li Xun took a float boat, crossed the lotus pond, and called the sleeping mandarin duck. You girls cuddle and laugh, compete for novelty and beauty, and shake the lotus cover to break the sunset.
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The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing.
How about Sun Guangxian in Sidi Township? More lingering feelings! Moths gather shame under the eternal water curtain. Liu Luo's skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves.
Look at the ground, rain hits the lotus. ◇ Recalling Yuhang Pan Lang's long memory of the lonely mountain, the mountain is like a cluster in the lake, and the monk's room faces the lake all around, and the Qing people come back.
Lotus fragrance spray even the clouds pavilion, pavilion sound clear eaves priests. Don't come to dust and stain other people's clothes, and dream of flying in vain.
◇ After picking the lotus flowers of Mulberry and Ouyang Xiu, the West Lake is good. You don't need to mark the wine, and the green cover of the red building will follow. The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown.
◇ Linjiang Xian Ouyang Xiu's rain fell on the light thunder pool outside the willow, and the rain dripped and broke the lotus sound. Soon the rain stopped and the broken rainbow appeared in the west corner of the building.
We leaned against the railing until the moon rose in the east. Swallow flies back to the door, peeping at Hua Liang and asking. I took the curtain off the jade hook.
The bed on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but there is no ripple. Watery pillow, there is a hairpin on the shore.
◇ Autumn dusk in Liuyong, Gan Caozi, all the lotus flowers are gone, and the pearls are raining. The moon is born after the rain, and it is freezing.
I can't stand such loneliness without companions in the swimming pool! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, the words pink lang are written. ◇ butterfly lovers, Yan's first "Frost Twist" was a great disappointment.
Through Ye Ying's voice, it seems to imitate Qin E's singing. Take a nap, wake up one day, double bamboo covered with cold wave.
Rain blows and wind blows, and the sky rises. Lotus is delicate and full of tears.
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