1. Verses about lotus leaves for first graders
Verses about lotus leaves for first graders 1. Verses describing lotus leaves can be understood by first and second graders
First Grade
Chishang
Bai Juyi
The little boy held a boat and secretly picked white lotus flowers.
If you don’t hide the traces, you will capture Ping and open them together.
The child took the boat and secretly picked white lotus flowers. I don't know the hidden trace, but a white line appears on Ping Ping.
Bai Juyi (772-846 AD), a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, was given the courtesy name Letian and the name Xiangshan Jushi. Xiagui was from Gui (now Weinan County, Shaanxi Province). Born in Xinzheng, Henan. "On the Pond": This poem describes the innocence of children. The little boy held the boat and went to the pond to steal white lotus canopies. They also don't hide their tracks, leaving an obvious water path on the duckweed.
Jiangnan
Folk Songs
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan,
There are fields of lotus leaves!
The fish plays with the lotus leaves,
The fish plays with the lotus leaves to the east,
The fish plays with the lotus leaves to the west,
The fish plays with the lotus leaves South,
Fish plays with lotus leaves in the north.
There are lotuses to pick in the south of the Yangtze River, and the lotus leaves are so lush and fresh. The fish swam in all directions among the lotus leaves, going east, west, south, and north.
"Jiangnan":
Appreciation: The whole poem is like a green and graceful picture, but sometimes the gentle and joyful singing of the lotus picking girl is sent into your heart, quiet and vivid ! Your mood instantly becomes relaxed as you follow the happy pace of the lotus-picking girl. The beautiful scenery of the Jiangnan water town, the endless emerald-like lotus leaves, and the little fish playing freely under the lotus leaves make you feel that all the worldly affairs are in vain, and that fame and fortune have long been gone. Blurred, all that accompanies you is the fresh summer air and the peaceful and indifferent feelings
Du Shui Hong Dragonfly
Mei Yaochen
Du Shui Hong Dragonflies fly around people.
But I know that the boat is light, but I don’t know that the boat is far away.
Red dragonflies fly on the water and follow people. I only know that I am flying lightly with the boat, but I don't know that the boat has traveled very far.
Mei Yaochen, a famous poet in the Song Dynasty.
2. 100 ancient poems about lotus leaves
Lotus Picking Song by Wang Changling
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus blooms on both sides of the face.
You can't see anyone entering the pool, but you can only feel someone coming when you hear the song.
Jiangnan
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and there are fields of lotus leaves.
The fish plays among the lotus leaves, the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the east,
The fish plays with the lotus leaves to the west, the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the south, and the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the north.
Dawn comes out and Jingci sees off Lin Zifang Yang Wanli
After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake 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.
The lotus flowers are clear. Shi Tao
The five-inch lotus leaves are delicate, and they stick to the waves without hindering the movement of the boat;
It can also be seen in the Xunfeng in April and May. Covering the waist of a beautiful woman.
Midnight Wu Song by Li Bai
Three hundred miles away from Jinghu Lake, there are lotus blossoms.
In May, Xishi is picked, and people look at it like a narrow path.
Returning to the boat without waiting for the moon, he returned to the Yue Wang family.
Xiaochi 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, has a dragonfly already stood on its head?
Ode to the Hibiscus of the Sui Dynasty by Du Gongzhan
The lotus blossoms are shining brightly, and the pavilions emerge from the water.
A solitary stem attracts green, and two shadows share dividends.
The color captures the song's face, and the fragrance dances around the clothes.
The name Lotus can be remembered naturally, and the two minds are the same.
Ancient Style (Twenty-Six) ??Tang·Li Bai
The green lotus grows in the quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh.
Autumn flowers emerge from the green water, and dense leaves gather green smoke.
Who can pass on the beauty and beauty?
Sit and watch the flying frost, withering this red and fragrant year.
I have not yet gained my roots, but I would like to stay by the Hua Pond.
3. Words describing lotus leaves and lotus flowers in Grade One: How Beautiful the Summer Night is.
Original text of "How Beautiful the Summer Night is":
Summer night, the park is quiet of.
In the pool, Sister Water Lily had just closed her eyes when she was awakened by the sound of whimpering. She opened her eyes and saw a little ant lying on a water plant. Sister Water Lily asked anxiously: "Little Ant, what's wrong with you?"
The little Ant said: "I accidentally fell into the pond and can't get to the shore!"
"Come up quickly. Come on!" Sister Water Lily bent down and let it climb up.
The little ant was very grateful and said repeatedly: "Thank you, Sister Water Lily."
Sister Water Lily said: "Just stay here tonight! Look, there are many summer nights. Beautiful!"
The little ant shook his head and said, "I have to go home, otherwise my parents will be anxious.
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Their words were heard by Dragonfly who was resting on the water lily leaf. He asked: "Aunt Water Lily, what's the matter? "
"Little Ant wants to go home, but I can't send him away. "
The dragonfly said: "Let me give the little ant a gift! "
Water Lily asked: "It's so dark, can you do it? "
At this time, a firefly flew over and said, "I'm here to give you light." "
The little ants climbed onto the "plane" and the dragonfly took off. The fireflies lit up the small bright lanterns in front.
The dragonfly flew and flew, flying over the green rockery. Crossing the green lawn and flying to a flower bed, the little ant arrived home.
The star blinked happily.
Oh, what a beautiful summer night! >
4. Poems about lotus leaves
The leaves are endlessly green, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun. The lotus flowers are lying in the quiet lake. The clear water of the mountains is connected to the sky. Along the small pond, Yang Wanli Spring silently cherishes the trickle. The trees are shining brightly in the clear water.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners. Has the dragonfly already stood on its head? In the middle of the night, Wu Ge Li Bai Jing Lake is three hundred miles away, and the lotuses are blooming in May. Ai Ruoye.
Returning to the boat without waiting for the moon, returning to the Yue Wang family. After all, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons in the middle of June. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun. The lotuses planted by Cao Chang, the seventh brother of Fenghe Qian, have turned over the rivers and lakes, and they are here in this life.
The wild rice leaves are long and the roots are fragrant. Who will move back? The dew and culverts are both fresh and green, and the wind is blowing against each other.
But the owner knows that the basin is full of flowers. **Human language.
The sun is shining brightly on the water, and the wind is fragrant. Who is wandering on the shore? The fallen flowers have gone, and the wind has broken the heart. You can pick lotus leaves in the south of the Yangtze River.
Fish play among the lotus leaves, fish play with the lotus leaves in the east, fish play with the lotus leaves in the west, and fish play with the lotus leaves in the south. , the fish plays with the lotus leaves in the north. The lotus leaves of Wang Changling are cut in one color, and the hibiscus blooms on both sides of the face.
I can't see anyone coming out of the forest when I hear the song. After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red against the sun. A plum blossom in the Northern Song Dynasty. The fragrance of red lotus roots lingers in the autumn leaves. Luo Shang, alone on the orchid boat.
Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the geese return, the moon is full and the water is flowing. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart.
The lotus flowers are clear. The five-inch lotus leaves on the stone waves are delicate, and they are not hindered by the waves; they meet the wind. In April and May, it can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman. "Song Dynasty Zhou Dunyi has many lovely flowers on land and water." Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Peony. I only love the lotus that comes out of the mud but is not stained. It washes the ripples without being evil. It is straight in the middle and has no branches. It can be seen from a distance but not played with. ◇ Qingyang Ferry ~ Jin Yuefu is covered with green lotus. On the water, the hibiscus is covered with red flowers.
There are lotus roots with double roots and lotus flowers on the top. ◇Ode to hibiscus ~ Liang Shen of the Southern Dynasties The breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the light dew blows in the red room.
The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red. ◇Collecting lotus~Southern Dynasty·Liang·Wu Jun Weigela with mixed flowers and flowers, Luo Yi hanging over the green river.
I asked my son where he was going now, and he went out to pick lotus flowers from the south of the Yangtze River. Three thousand miles west of Liaoning, there is no reason to send my wish.
I hope you will return soon and the lotus flowers will bloom. ◇A poem about lotuses~Jiang Hong There are tiny grasses in Zepi, which can bloom and bear fruit.
The green leaves like to turn in the wind, and the red leaves like to shine in the sun. When I moved to Yuchi, I lost my support as a commoner.
How to make love with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying ponchos. ◇Ode to the Lotus of One Heart~Sui Dynasty Du Gongzhan The lotus blossoms are shining brightly, and the pavilions emerge from the water.
A solitary stem attracts green, and two shadows share dividends. The color captures the song's face, and the fragrance dances around the clothes.
The name Lotus can be remembered naturally, and the two minds are the same. ◇ Lotus Picking Song ~ Sui Dynasty·Yin Yingtong There are countless companions in the boat, and they help each other when unmooring.
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 root threads are tied together, and lotus leaves are held into cups. ◇Ancient Style (Part 26)~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The green lotus grows in the quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh.
Autumn flowers emerge from the green water, and dense leaves are filled with green smoke. The beauty and pink are peerless, who can pass on the fragrance? Sit and watch the flying frost, withering this red and fragrant year.
I have not yet gained my roots, but I would like to stay by the Hua Pond. ◇ Lotus Picking Song ~ Liang Liu Xiaowei of the Southern Dynasties. The golden oar magnolia boat plays the role of picking lotus from the south of the Yangtze River.
The lotus fragrance spreads across Pudu, and the lotus leaves fill the river. The house is easy to hold, and the handle is curved.
When the flowers are dew, the hair is wet, and the wind stems are lightly brushed. ◇If you break the lotus, you will get a gift~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty waded into the river to play in the autumn water, and loved the fresh red lotus.
Climbing the lotus and playing with the beads, the ripples are not round. The beauty is in the colorful clouds, and I want to give it to the distant sky.
There is no reason to miss lovesickness, and look forward to the cool breeze in despair. ◇Lotus~Li Shangyin They are both colorless and can’t be combined, but they don’t smell the same.
Yao mats are set up to enjoy the coolness, and golden restraints are left late. When I return to my quilt, the lamp shines on my clothes, and my socks are soaked in water when I cross the quilt.
I envision farewell in the autumn before, and sing songs in dreams after separation.
◇Lotus~Wen Tingyun The green pond is swaying to connect with Xingjin, and the orchids are rolled into white apples.
It should be the stockings on the waves of Luo Shen, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant. ◇Leave Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang off in the evening ~ Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake 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. ◇Hibiscus on Qian's Pond~Wen Zhengming In September, flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are off, and the hibiscus is wandering around Zhongzhou.
The beauty smiles across the water, and the setting sun still brings sadness. The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows the golden city in autumn.
It is useless to look at each other in old age, there is a kind of tranquility in the pond. ◇A Prune Cut~Northern Song Dynasty·Li Qingzhao The fragrant red lotus root leaves the jade mat in autumn, I undressed my clothes lightly, and got on the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers float and the water flows.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
◇Su Muzhe~Northern Song Dynasty·Zhou Bangyan Burns agarwood to relieve the heat. Birds call their eyes, invading the dawn and peeking into the eaves.
On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain dries, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts them one by one. My hometown is far away, when will I go? He lives in Wumen and has been traveling in Chang'an for a long time.
Do you remember each other in May? In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu. ◇Liantang~Ming Dynasty·Huang Qiong Dongjia Pond in the vast desert, with green trees shading towards the inlet.
The fragrance of brocade is endless for ten miles, and the west wind and the bright moon return with songs. ◇ Lotus Picking Song ~ Li Yaru The lotus root fields are spread out next to the lake, and the flowers are faintly connected.
Three or five small boats are about to go, singing loudly and picking lotus flowers. ◇Furong~Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty I pity the few red and pink marks the most, the small bamboo gate beside the bridge outside the water.
Looking at myself in shock and pity, Xishi originally lived in Zhuluo Village. ◇ Thoughts on Ou Township~Modern · Leisure Article Farewell to the ancient town of Anyi at dawn, boating on the water in Ou Township; the willows on the bank dye the clear stream, and the fragrance of lotus fills the golden autumn.
Being stuck in a foreign land hurts poverty and chaos, but returning to my hometown is full of joy and scenery; people with political skills and wealth are born, and the hibiscus fairy is happy to come and visit. ◇The South Pavilion is Huai Xin Da in summer~Meng Haoran The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Enjoy the evening coolness by spreading out the air, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.
◇Untitled·Part 2~Li Shangyin A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond. The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
The Jia family peeked behind the curtain of Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of Wei Wangcai. In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
◇Friends in Summer~Xu Ji The flowing water steps remove the stillness, and you can feel free to sleep alone. The moon is growing in the forest at dawn, and the rain is like autumn all night long.
Recalling Hehuapu from afar, who sings about Du Ruozhou? It may be a good night without dreams, but if there is a dream, we will travel together. ◇Huanxisha·Xue Zhaoyun There is still more to hate than the overwhelming country and the city. How many red tears weep in Gusu, leaning against the wind and staring at the snowy skin.
The sun sets over the mountains and rivers of Lord Wu, the palace of the King of Yue is half flat, and the lotus flowers and water chestnuts are all over the lake. ◇Nanxiangzi·Li Xun Riding on a colorful boat, crossing the lotus pond, singing songs awoke the sleeping mandarin ducks.
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