1. Poems about Yang Wanli's lotus
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. ——Yang Wanli, Southern Song Dynasty, "Sent Off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at Dawn"
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. —— "Little Pond" by Yang Wanli in the Southern Song Dynasty
The green pond is all gone and the red lotus leaves are gone, but the lotus leaves are still blooming. —— Yang Wanli, Southern Song Dynasty, "Late Steps in the Cool Autumn"
But it is the pond lotus dancing in the rain, and the scattered pearls are reunited. ——Yang Wanli, "The Resentment of Zhaojun: Ode to the Rain on Lotuses" in the Southern Song Dynasty
About the author:
Yang Wanli (October 29, 1127 - June 15, 1206), courtesy name Tingxiu , No. Chengzhai. Han nationality, Jiangyou ethnic group, was born in Jishui, Jizhou (now Kuantang Village, Huangqiao Town, Jishui County, Jiangxi Province). A famous writer, patriotic poet, and official in the Southern Song Dynasty. Together with Lu You, You Miao, and Fan Chengda, he is known as the "Four Great Masters of the Southern Song Dynasty" and the "Four Great Poets of the Zhongxing Dynasty." Guangzong once personally wrote the word "Chengzhai" to him, which is called "Chengzhai" by scholars. As "Mr. Chengzhai". He was promoted to Baomo Pavilion as a bachelor, and was granted the title of Marquis of the founding of Luling County. After his death, he was given the posthumous title of Doctor Guanglu, with the posthumous title of Wenjie.
Yang Wanli wrote more than 20,000 poems in his life, but only 4,200 of them have been handed down. He is known as the great poet of his generation. Most of Yang Wanli's poems describe natural scenery, and he is famous for this. They are seven-character quatrains. There are also many chapters that reflect the suffering of the people and express patriotic feelings. He created the "Chengzhai Style" with simple and clear language, fresh and natural, and full of humor. He is the author of "Chengzhai Collection" and so on. His representative works include "Sent Off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at Dawn", "Xiaochi", "Xugongdian in Suxin City", "Xianju Rising from a Nap in Early Summer", "Xinliu", "Shuoguo Anren" "wait. 2. Yang Wanli's poem describing the lotus leaf
"Little Pond" was written by Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty. He described the lotus leaf like this: "The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on it." Later. People use this poem to describe talents that are appreciated as soon as they are revealed. Later, it is used to describe new things that are discovered by those with keen eyes as soon as they appear
Xiaochi [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, loving its clearness and softness.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
Translation
The spring is quiet because it is reluctant to let go of the thin water, and the shadow of the trees reflected on the water surface is because it loves the sunny weather and the gentle wind.
As soon as the delicate little lotus leaf revealed its sharp corners from the water, there was already a naughty little dragonfly standing on it. 3. An ancient poem about Yang Wanli’s lotus
Yang Wanli After the rain on July 14, I enjoyed the cool air on Puhe Bridge in Piling County
Listening to the lotus leaves facing the wind, watching the lotus after the rain.
Sitting on the moving bed bridge, I feel cold in the mirror.
Yang Wanli Sitting on the Lotus Bridge at Dusk The lotus leaves me and I cannot return.
The lotus flowers are blooming on both sides of the bridge. The lotus leaves me and I cannot return.
It’s great to sit on the Lotus Bridge. When the weather is cool, mosquitoes come.
The pond looks like a tiled green brocade, with lotus as weft algae as warp.
Weave a portrait of a poet out of nowhere, fly over the bridge independently to catch stars.
The water reaches the lotus pedicle, and the wind grows the wild rice leaf tips.
Small Pond
Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is clear and soft.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
The evening sounds of gulls disperse, and the evening light crosses the sky and water.
Yang Wanli Sitting on the Lotus Bridge at dusk. The lotus flowers are the weft algae and the longitude.
Yang Wanli Eats Lotus Seeds
The bees are busy gathering honey, making hives in the lotus stamens.
I don’t know that jade chrysalis is sweeter than honey, but it is also chewed into frost by poets.
Yang Wanli Swimming in the Lotus Pond in the Hot Dusk
The jade gravel and golden sand are so long that there is nowhere to cool off in the summer.
Walking alone to the lotus pond, the feng shui will not be fragrant if the lotus is not there.
Han Zong Qianxun is looking for flowers from the well, but he is sick and can’t get better after just one bath.
Chasing the cold is not a waste of time, it burns the eyes and gives rise to hatred for half the clouds.
The thin grass shakes its head and suddenly reports to the peasants, and the west wind is blocked by its draped lapel.
The lotus flowers are still sad and hot at dusk, and they are hidden deep in the green umbrellas.
Autumn will begin in a short time, sending a message that the remaining summer heat will be quickly collected.
The thin cicada has a lot of energy, and it still refuses to stop singing in the setting sun.
A cloud is rising in the sky, spinning and closing.
The first painting was a pine tree, but suddenly it looked like a willow flower ball.
Yang Wanli sent the title "Li Yuxian is like Yan'an"
A mad visitor from the Siming Dynasty stayed in a hut and gave Yanchuan Cai a song.
Li Yuxian, the poet of Anfu, has a big book like the front gate of Yanshan Mountain.
I once set foot in Goujian State, and ordered Songbai from Zhaoling Province.
It’s the middle of August, and Jinghu Lake is less than autumn on earth.
The shadow of Jishan falls into the water, and the lotus dew drops in the middle of the moon.
The huts in Jizhen are deserted with green moss, and the ancient trees mourn and the apes cry redundantly.
On the other side of the Jiewu River today, the river looks like a river.
When I arrived at Yanchuan, Jun was not there yet.
If you don’t see me, Xing Gong’s old grass is on the rooftop.
Yuan didn’t know the rooftop road. As soon as I looked up, it had risen again.
Where are the skinny vines and the awnings?
Yang Wanli on Qingxiao Lake
A bunch of clouds are lightly bunched on the mountainside, and the lake surface has its first frown and half a frown.
I haven’t mentioned the best places in the lakes and mountains, but in the early morning I went out to Kinmen.
The moon is rising and the wind is teasing Ge Shang. It’s cool to go out of the city.
The lotus smiles and the swallow branches dew, and it will be said that no one has seen the dawn makeup.
The West Lake is beautiful in June, covered with thousands of layers of green and thousands of reds.
They all use the coolness of the moon dew as a scent in the morning.
Yang Wanli came out at dawn to send Jingci off to Lin Zifang
When he came out of the West Lake, the moon was still lingering, and the lotus flowers were blooming among the willows.
The world of red fragrance is a cool country. After traveling to the southern mountains, I went to the northern mountains.
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June 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.
Yang Wanli is grateful
I returned to my country and returned to my home after one year of yin, and Fengshan Jinshui came even more.
Don't come here to fight hundreds of battles, and risk countless mountains and rivers.
It seems that there is no one to stay around, so you might as well watch the ups and downs with a cold eye.
The lotus flowers are blooming and tender, and the wine is filled with wine under the moonlight.
Yang Wanli Passed Linping Lotus Dang
The lotus ponds are layered with mirrors, and the tender jade cuts the new light when spring comes.
There is a piece of reed foil in the corner, and no fish or shrimps are sent to other ponds.
In the middle of the lotus pond there is dew and sand, and there are savage houses on top.
Weeping willows are planted everywhere along the fence, and fishing boats are hanging around under the eaves.
In the morning, we gather lotus roots and in the evening we come to fish. We grow water chestnuts and reeds on the lotus banks.
When the cold waves fall, they sway, and when the new current rises, they form a lake.
People are scattered in the middle of the water, and the fragrance of celery soup and wild rice is ten miles away.
I think of the lotus world in Liusi Township after the Dragon Boat Festival.
Three poems inscribed by Yang Wanli on the picture of Zhang Yufu's village
Hundreds of miles of green mountains and ten miles of streams, thousands of lotus flowers shine in red.
At the foot of Linping Mountain and on the West Lake, it was always taken back by Yuzhuang.
The flowers, the light and the sound of the springs are incompatible, and it is difficult for the city and the mountains to have both.
Regardless of whether the village is the most rogue, it will hurt your integrity to be on the verge of death.
The flowers bloom, rejoice and sigh, but you are annoyed by your plumpness.
It’s like an old man spreading his horizontal axis and seeing all the flowers of the four seasons in one day. 4. Yang Wanli's poem about lotus
Seeing Lin Zifang off at dawn from Jingci Temple
Yang Wanli
After all, in the middle of June, West Lake,
The scenery Not at the same time as the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green,
The lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
[Appreciation]
The beautiful scenery of the West Lake has always been the object of description by literati. This poem by Yang Wanli has been passed down through the ages with its unique technique and is worth savoring. "After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons." The first sentence seems abrupt, but the actual sentence is grand. Although readers have not yet appreciated the beautiful scenery of West Lake from the poem, they can already feel it from the poet's admiring tone. This sentence seemed to blurt out. It was the most intuitive feeling after being surprised and overjoyed, which further enhanced the beauty of West Lake. Sure enough, "The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus reflecting the sun is uniquely red." The poet uses "blue" and "red" to highlight the strong visual impact of lotus leaves and lotus flowers. The lotus leaves are endless. It seems to be connected to the sky and the sky, and the atmosphere is grand. It not only depicts the boundless lotus leaves, but also renders the magnificence of the heaven and earth, and has an extremely rich sense of spatial modeling. "Reflecting the sun" and "lotus" complement each other, making the whole picture gorgeous and vivid. The whole poem is clear and concise, and what is outstanding is that it first writes feelings and then describes the actual scene, thus creating an effect of first virtuality and then reality. After reading it, I can really feel the beauty of West Lake in June that "is different from the four seasons" scenery. 5. Poems about lotus leaves
> The old willow trees hang down the embankment and the wind is light, while the new lotus leaves fill the fields of the marsh.
The white feathers are waving frequently, and the idlers are sitting, while the black gauze is half-fallen and the drunkard is sleeping. When you dream, you can cut off the sun by waving your arms. When you wake up, you can hold your pipe and don't peek into the sky.
> You can’t pick lotuses in Yanyuan. Lotus leaves are empty. There are no fish playing in the fields. It’s hard for me to go among the lotus to pick lotus. Song (Wang Changling) The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus blooms to both sides of the face. I can’t see it when I enter the pond. I hear the song. Only then did I feel that someone was coming. > The red face, green ink, dancing sleeves by the pool, waved a brush against the jade lotus, which was extremely beautiful, just like a line of delicate fragrance, which made the water of the king's water flow out of hibiscus. After all, in the middle of June in the West Lake, Yang Wanli left the Jingci Temple to send off to the forest. The scenery is different from the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. > In the month after the rain in hot summer, the spring flowers are lonely; the pond is full of red and blue, and jade beads are falling in the wind.
> After a night of wind and rain in the pond, tens of thousands of red jade blossoms bloomed; I am so proud of you that I pity you, and whoever loves the lotus is as dignified as Yi. > Where does the gentleman in the flower come from? The graceful jade is standing tall. The sun is warm and the fragrance is endless. The branches are spreading and the leaves are green. Even if it is cool to cover up the hot summer, it is too tiring to hide from the cold winter. Why stand in the mud if you don’t want to be stained by dust? > Hundreds of flowers on the land compete with each other in the fragrant blue water pool. The silent fragrance does not compete with the spring breeze with peaches and plums, the flowing fire brings coolness in July> The scenery in the north of Beijing is strange in autumn, the sky is high, the clouds are light and the geese are blurred; I can’t find any place after walking through the iron ridge, searching for the empty water relics in the lotus pond; I have no choice but to fall asleep in autumn, and my heart is filled with fairy clothes that beat the snow. ; Why do you sigh that you have no chance to see me? In the summer wind, there is a pool of green within ten miles.
> In the bleak autumn wind, all the flowers died, and the dead branches and leaves swayed with the waves, temporarily losing the health-preserving power of lead flowers. Once the spring rain came, the pond was full of green.