After picking the lotus, the lotus is lush and covered with green water like clothes.
Autumn wind blows the waves, and wild ducks and geese fly.
Row the lotus boat to the shore, wear a silk skirt, and gently paddle the jade wrist.
Looking from a distance, there are lotus leaves and lotus flowers between the island and the deep pool, and there are folk songs in the south of the Yangtze River, which adds to the suffering of lovesickness.
Acacia is bitter, so we can't stay on the day of meeting.
The Great Wall hasn't recruited people yet, and it's dusk to pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River.
It's dusk, picking lotus.
They are not all prostitutes.
Picking mulberry leaves on the south avenue is not as good as picking lotus on the river.
Lotus, there is a lotus, how thick and overlapping the leaves are.
Although the lotus leaf is green, compared with the eyebrows, it is shy and pale, and the red-violet can barely match the beautiful cheeks.
The person you miss is not here, looking forward to leaving.
Affect flowers and love their two pedicels; Broken lotus root, love its lotus root silk constantly.
The happiness before was nowhere to be found, but the lotus in front of me was in vain.
I don't care about the gifts of the Western Jin Dynasty, but I'm also worried that it's too late to write a book about Beihai Goose.
Lotus picking songs have a beat, and lotus picking has not stopped all night.
Just as the wind of the river is mighty, so is the wandering of the river and the moon.
The moon moves slowly, Lianpu meets in the middle of the night, and there are so many Wu Ji and Yue Nv.
Ask each other about the trip to Guanshan and the news that her husband was recruiting in the Han River thousands of miles away.
Appreciate:
Although this poem by Wang Bo is an old theme of Yuefu, it has great innovation in content and form, representing the atmosphere of poetry creation in the early Tang Dynasty.
This poem is about the feelings of a woman who picks lotus flowers and misses her husband. At the same time, the poet chose the specific background of returning from picking lotus in the evening to write. At the beginning of the poem, the woman returned from picking lotus, with green water rippling, wet clothes and mixed fragrance of lotus. This is the image of a woman after some lotus picking work.
At this time, the autumn wind blew the waves, and the wild ducks and geese were frightened and flew high, which also touched the hearts of lotus pickers. This sentence means "xing".