First, there is a lotus in the south of the Yangtze River
Tell people: there is a lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, and Tingzhou is a stranger, so it's in the middle of the water, and you don't borrow lightness from peach blossoms.
I said, I'm just a long-distance traveler who comes by horse.
I'm picking up the soft fragrance of hairspring in the sweet April,
I'm going to the azure in May, knocking on the door,
I'm waiting for your poem by picking up the green juice of moss in the gap of the path paved with bluestone.
in June, the lotus pond is full of flowers and tender feelings.
in July, the plum rains cooled the blue tiles, and the eaves broke the water curtain, so I went to be lonely.
In August, the heart window is not open, and there is no fragrance under the porch. Who will make the phoenix tree shadow?
Later, I heard the sound of horses' hooves.
I dreamed of going to the garden in the old Peony Pavilion and met Zhang Sheng and Yingying.
during this period, I always recognized you in a poem.
And, weeding and spinning together, collecting flowing flowers under a hedge, and brewing a little love.
at dusk, wait for the shepherd boy's willow flute to be long and far away, so that the smoke rises and falls.
Later, even the sunset glow in the evening will come to the place where the rhyme is combined on time and secretly watch.
The sunset was slightly drunk and red, and the canopy hung shyly.
however, I can only answer with you on a piece of paper.
When the desert was approaching the end of the day, the sound of hooves outside the Great Wall took my bride away.
I drank their wedding wine and said to myself: There is a lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, and Tingzhou is a stranger.
second, the moon is quiet. Xiao Heting
steals fragrance and spits out flowers in the water, and is shallow in the cool pond in the green field.
Presumably, it was from the moonlight of Mr. Zhu Ziqing's lotus pond that he slipped out to hide from the idle flowers,
or he was unwilling to be bound by the blue-and-white earthen urn and secretly left the courtyard house,
the wisp of stretching in the wild was the green of cardamom.
The quiet moonlight is misty,
In front of the earthen house in the countryside, in the deep green path and among the fragrant leaf ponds,
You crouch in a wild pool to listen to the frogs. Or see how the cute frog jumps over the leaves of the field, causing a shock.
There are flowers and shadows in pairs near the water, and cicadas sing higher than frogs.
in the late spring, peaches and plums are competing for beauty, and you are sleepy.
in midsummer, there is a breeze in Quyuan, and the branches of Sophora japonica are green.
In the pavilion on the wall, people are quiet at the beginning of the month, and the wind blows the flowers of Sophora japonica new. There must be a few white broken petals falling into the water.
at this point, one layer is clean and one layer is powder, and the idle pool doesn't ask who is the host.
despite their original intention, go and toss up that pool of fragrant water.
During this time, you will also meet people who cherish flowers.
Take a fine sieve dustpan woven by bamboo, skillfully take a withered lotus skirt, and after passing through the water, brew a pot of tea to taste it carefully.
If you taste the smell of past dust, you will nod your head, which can be regarded as living up to such thoughts every year.
the wind shakes the bamboo shadow, and the moon is quiet and people can't sleep.
When the cool breeze overflowed the soft pool, an inch of dragonfly was resting on the wall fence.
Third, today is full of worries.
Life is like an open book. After reading one page, one page is missing.
In this way, time dawned, and it was warm and slightly silent, until the birds were late and the twilight was four.
I want to say: the young fragrant spring buds are almost tender and pointed, and that tree must be old.
At that time, I always thought: Spring buds are fragrant and tender, is the stem of Toona sinensis tree fragrant?
Why not call it Toona sinensis tree?
There is always a butterfly called the new wife resting on it, with round rouge spots on its wings, but it is old and beautiful.
I remember that when the spring buds were green, the branches were full of flowers from door to door.
The children wore thin cotton-padded jackets, crossed the porch and the low courtyard wall, and went to swing under the biggest flower tree.
the swing is bolted under the beam and can swing at will.
Little friends try to see who swings the highest and can kick the third branch of the peach tree, so it's promising.
I'm always afraid of them swinging me hard.
when I feel dizzy, I often want to let go of my hand and let myself fall to punish them for their abomination.
But I've never done that before, and they stopped after the first few cries.
I hate them a little, but I still want to go.
we all like it.
I want to say: Last night, I dreamed that Er Ya was swinging under the peach tree again.
Swinging, peach blossoms are blooming, rape is yellow, malt is heading,
Sophora japonica flies over the bluestone wall again, and Gui Xiang makes the moon round.
Snowflakes are also blooming, stumbling after the flying red rope.
suddenly, we all disappeared, and we don't have to see each other again.
I want to say: everyone has a dream about Jiangnan to find in their hearts. What is the lotus? He is also a lotus.
I want to become a tail fish and swim in the young Jiangnan.
No matter what the evening is, when I get old, I will remember that there are lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are no strangers in Tingzhou.
when I am old, all I remember is: swimming in a pool of beautiful water, waiting for you to call me back softly.