Beautiful poems about appreciating lotus flowers in the rain: 1. The spring is silent and trickling, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, which is soft and clear. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
2. 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 naturally, and the two minds are the same.
3. The flowers on the land compete with each other for their fragrance, while the clear water pond is silently fragrant and does not compete with the peaches and plums for the spring breeze and the flowing fire in July brings coolness.
4. The ancient willows are hanging down the embankment, and the wind is light, and the new lotus is filling the marsh with leaves. The white feathers are waving frequently, the idlers are sitting, the black gauze is half-fallen, and the drunkard is sleeping. When you dream, you can cut off the sun by waving your arms, but when you wake up, you can hold your pipe and don't peek into the sky. It is worthy of laughter and glory to be the guest in the pillow, and to Lian Yu, I am a fairy from this world.
5. There are countless companions in rowing, and they urge each other to unmoor. 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.