1. Ancient poems about lotus frogs in the pond
Ancient poems about lotus frogs in the pond 1. Ancient poems about lotus flowers in the pond
Poems about lotus Jiangnan Jiangnan Lotus can be picked, and there are fields of lotus leaves.
Among the fish and lotus leaves, the fish and lotus leaves are to the east, the fish and lotus leaves are to the west, the fish and lotus leaves are to the south, and the fish and lotus leaves are to the north. Lotus Picking Song by Wang Changling The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus splayed to both sides of the face.
He entered the pool without being able to see him, but when he heard the song, he felt that someone was coming. At dawn, 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. A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao. In autumn, the fragrant red lotus roots remain in the jade mat. I undressed my clothes lightly and boarded 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.
Lotus Qing. Shi Tao. The five-inch lotus leaf is delicate and delicate. It sticks to the waves and does not hinder the movement of the boat. When the wind blows in April and May, it can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman. "The Love of the Lotus" by Zhou Dunyi of the Song Dynasty There are many lovely flowers on land and water.
Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since the Li and Tang Dynasties, people have loved peonies very much. I only love the lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained, washes the clear ripples without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches, can be viewed from a distance but cannot be played with ◇ Qingyang Ferry ~ Jin·Yuefu, green lotus covers green water, The hibiscus is red and fresh.
There are lotus roots with roots underneath and lotus with heads above. ◇Ode to Lotus ~ Southern Dynasty·Liang·Shen Yue The gentle breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the light dew touches the red house.
The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red. ◇Collecting Lotus~Southern Dynasty·Liang·Wu Jun The brocade belt has mixed flowers and mother-of-pearl flowers, and the robe hangs down 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, my roots were not lost.
How to make love with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying ponchos. ◇Ode to the Lotus of the Same 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 in the wind of 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 gather 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 cool weather, and the golden restraints are set 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.
Anticipate 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 up, 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 in a foreign land hurts poverty and chaos, but returning to my hometown is full of joy and scenery; people with good political skills and rich people 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, and the forest is about to dawn, and the rain is like autumn all night.
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 The country and the city are overwhelmed by hatred. 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.
Wandering girls snuggled up with fragrance and laughed, vying for slimness and folding their lotuses to cover up the evening sunshine. ◇Huanxisha·Li Jing The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the westerly wind is worrying about the blue waves.
Still haggard and haggard as time goes by, unbearable to look at. The drizzle dreamed of returning to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building.
How many tears with infinite hatred, leaning on the railing. ◇How about Sidi Township·Sun Guangxian? More lingering feelings! A shy moth gathers under the Yongri Water Essence Curtain.
Six pictures of skirts on the ground, with blue waves trailing slightly. See the drizzle and heavy rain all over the ground.
◇Recalling Yuhang·Pan Lang I always remember the lonely mountain. The mountain is like a cluster of black flowers in the center of the lake. The monk's room faces the lake on all sides, and the clear water comes and goes. Lianyun Pavilion is fragrant with the fragrance of wild lotus, and the sound is clear from above.
Don’t let the dust stain people’s clothes, or dream about flying in the air. ◇ Picking mulberry seeds·Ouyang Xiu The West Lake is beautiful after the lotus flowers bloom. When the wine comes, no flags are used, but red buildings and green covers follow.
The painting boat is pushed into the depths of the flowers, the fragrance is golden, the mist and rain are gentle, and I return drunk with music and singing. ◇Linjiangxian·Ouyang Xiu It is raining on the light thunder pond outside the willow. It is raining.
2. Ancient poem about lotus, frog and dragonfly
"Little Pond"
Yang Wanli
The spring silently cherishes the trickle,
< p> The shade of the tree shines on the water and the love is clear and soft.The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners,
A dragonfly has already stood on its head.
Edited 1: Lotus
By the pond,
Frogs are chirping.
In the pond,
the lotus smiles.
The lotus leaves are green,
the lotus flowers are red,
dragonflies are flying among the flowers.
Self-edited 2: Dragonfly
Lotus pond,
The lotus leaves are fresh,
The lotus flowers are blooming beautifully.
Bees and butterflies often linger,
The dragonflies playing with flowers are also amazed.
3. Poems about frogs
1. "Xijiang Moon·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road"
Author: Xin Qiji.
Dynasty: Song Dynasty.
Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.
2. "Invitation/Appointment"
Author: Zhao Shixiu.
Dynasty: Song Dynasty.
During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.
I didn’t come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.
3. "Magnolia Slow·Chaotianmen Outer Road"
Author: Lu Shengji
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Chaotianmen Outer Road , The road is smooth, and I walk to Yaojing. Regret for being young and crazy, striving for fame and becoming an official, and fighting for Mi Guzheng. Star. With half withered hair on the temples, there are so many things going on that I can only be shocked when I look back. The layman is new to enlightenment, and Xiaoyin in Weichuan has just begun to achieve enlightenment.
Linqing. Create a secluded pavilion cleverly. Real wealth and prosperity. There are apes and birds singing quietly, pines and bamboos guarding the forest, and junipers and cypresses. Frogs croak. It is inspired by nature, surrounded by charming forests and brocades at the front and back. It is necessary to believe that the chicken singing in the morning is not as good as the sound of sleeping on the beach at night.
4. "Quequatrains"
Author: Wu Tao
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
The wanderer's spring clothes have been tried on, and the peach blossoms are flying everywhere. Plums are sour.
Strangely enough, the sound of frogs stopped all night, and then there was an east wind and it was cold for ten days.
5. "Residence in Early Summer"
Author: Lu You
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
The Weng family and Sophora japonica are placed in the scenic spots of lakes and mountains. The wild path in the shade is slanted.
When the water is full, you can sometimes watch herons, and there are frogs croaking everywhere in the deep grass.
The dragon has overgrown its bamboo shoots, but the wooden pen is still in bloom.
Sighing, old people come and go, old friends die, who comes to sleep and drink tea in the afternoon.
6. "Heavy Rain on May 19th"
Author: Liu Ji
Dynasty: Ming Dynasty
The wind drives the rain Sprinkling the high city, the clouds suppress the light thunder and the sound of Yin.
After the rain, I don’t know where the dragon is. A pond is covered with grass and thousands of frogs are croaking.
Extended information:
Frog is an amphibian belonging to the phylum Chordata, the class Amphibians, the order Anura, and the family Ranaidae. The adults are tailless and their eggs are laid in water and fertilized outside the body. , hatches into a tadpole and breathes through gills. After mutation, the adult mainly breathes with lungs and also uses skin to breathe. Most frogs reproduce through in vitro fertilization, with fertilized eggs hatching into tadpoles outside the mother's body. Only 10 to 12 species of frogs in the world have evolved to undergo internal fertilization, and some will expel fertilized eggs from the body to hatch into tadpoles. But in zoology, frogs specifically refer to the black-spotted sidefold frog. Frogs have always been considered oviparous, but scientists have discovered that a frog that lives in the rainforest of Sulawesi, Indonesia, can lay tadpoles. This frog is the only one among more than 6,000 species of frogs in the world that can "lay tadpoles".
Reference materials: Baidu Chinese_Poetry about frogs Baidu Encyclopedia_Frog
4. Poem describing frogs, five sentences
1. Every family in Huangmei season Rain, grassy ponds full of frogs. ——From the Song Dynasty: Zhao Shixiu's "Invitation"
Vernacular interpretation: When the plum blossoms are yellow, every house is covered in rain, and the sound of frogs can be heard from the edge of the grass-covered pond.
2. Wengjia is located in a scenic spot of lakes and mountains, with a sloping path in the middle of the locust tree shade. Sometimes I watch herons when the water is full, and there are frogs singing everywhere in the deep grass. ——From the Song Dynasty: Lu You's "Residence in Early Summer"
Vernacular interpretation: The land of lakes and mountains is my home, and the paths are quiet under the shade of locust and willow trees. When the lake is overflowing, egrets dance gracefully, and frogs sing everywhere in the grass growing on the lakeside.
3. After the rain, I don’t know where the dragon is. There is a pond full of green grass and thousands of frogs croaking. ——From the Ming Dynasty: Liu Ji's "Heavy Rain on May 19th"
Vernacular interpretation: After a while, the dragon that made the clouds and rain left carrying the thunder and lightning dark clouds, and what appeared in front of him was an overflowing pond and green grass. Drops of green, thousands of frogs croaking in unison.
4. The warbler crows in a silent place, and the frog listens alone in the grassy pond. ——From the Song Dynasty: Cao Bin's "Spring Evening"
Vernacular interpretation: The oriole in the forest has stopped singing long ago, and can only walk alone to the grassy pond to listen to the cry of frogs. Voice.
5. A quiet village with small bridges and flowing water. There are no singing orioles or barking frogs. ——From the Ming Dynasty: Tang Yin's "Poetry of Falling Flowers in Shitian" by Tang Yin
Vernacular interpretation: Although the scenery of the small bridge and flowing water beside the village is beautiful, the village has become desolate and uninhabited. There are no wandering warblers and only frogs are croaking.
5. Ancient poems about fish and lotus
1. Jiangnan
Han Dynasty: Anonymous
Lotus leaves can be picked in Jiangnan He Tian Tian, ??fish playing among the lotus leaves.
The lotus leaves are to the east, the lotus leaves are to the west, the lotus leaves are to the south, and the lotus leaves are to the north.
Translation
It’s the season for picking lotus in the south of the Yangtze River again. The lotus leaves emerge from the water, squeezed together, stacked on top of each other, and fluttering in the wind. Under the dense lotus leaves, cheerful fish are playing non-stop.
He was here for a while, and suddenly swam there again. It was unclear whether he was in the east, west, south or north.
2. Recalling the Immortal Posture·Lotus Leaves First Born in Nanpu
Song Dynasty: He Zhu
Lotus Leaves First Born in Nanpu, with green poplars flying on both sides of the bank. Where does the late carp wind destroy the colorful sails? Standing still, standing still, there is a river of mist and rain outside the building.
Translation
Lotus leaves are growing on Nanpu, and catkins are floating on the trees on both sides of the river. In the evening, where will your wind, mixed with the smell of carp, send the colorful boats? Standing there, standing there, all I could see was mist and rain falling on the river outside the building.
3. A close-up shot of Ge Pu Lian·Pugushe Pavilion in Zhongshan County as a summer escape
Song Dynasty: Zhou Bangyan
The new bamboos shake the green leaves, and the winding paths lead Deep and graceful. The summer fruits are fresh and crisp, the golden pills fall, and the birds are frightened. Thick mist of grass. Frogs are croaking, and showers are humming in the pond.
The water pavilion is small. The duckweeds are broken, and the shadows on the curtains and flower eaves are upside down. Lun towel feather fan, sleeping in the north window at dawn. Wu Shan dreamed of arriving on the screen. Surprised, he was still in Jiangbiao.
Translation
Hsinchu is shaking its branches and leaves, and the winding paths lead to the depths of the garden. I went to collect the fresh and crisp fruits that were full of fruity fragrance. The golden fruits fell, startling the birds. Thick fog, green grass on the shore, frogs in the pond. The noisy sound of frogs in the pond, combined with the common summer showers, makes people feel like seeing and hearing the sound.
The water pavilion is very small. Where the duckweed is damaged, the curtain in front of the door is decorated with flowers, and the shadow of the eaves is reversed. Like many scholar-officials in ancient times, he always wanted to return to his hometown when his career was unsatisfactory. Because of the Wu Mountain painted on the screen, he was reminded of the landscape of his hometown, and unconsciously sleepwalked through his hometown while "sleeping". Only in sleepwalking can one "not realize that one is a guest in the dream." One can obtain temporary comfort in dreams. But dreams are illusory, and when you wake up, you still face the boring reality.
4. The beauty of fish
Pre-Qin: Anonymous
The beauty of fish is Yu Yi, the shark. A gentleman has wine and many purposes.
The fish is more beautiful than the bream and the bream. A gentleman has wine, and he has plenty of it.
Translation
The fish got into the bamboo baskets and swam together, with plump yellow cheeks and small blowing sand. The enthusiastic host has plenty of wine. Not only is the wine delicious, but the banquet is also large!
The fish got into the bamboo baskets and swam together, each with a plump bream and black fish. The warm host entertains guests with fine wine. Not only is the banquet sumptuous, but the wine is also mellow!
5. Fish swimming in the spring water·Qin Tower in the east wind
Song Dynasty: Anonymous
In the east wind of Qin Tower, the swallows still come to look for the old fortress. The remaining cold weather is still steep, and the red sun invades Luo Qi. The tender grass has jade leaves, and the beautiful willows have golden stamens. The orioles are singing in the forest, and the fish are swimming in the spring water.
Translation
The Qin Tower stands in the cold east wind, and the swallows returning from the south are still looking for last year's nest. Spring is here, but the remaining chill refuses to leave for a long time. The wind is still as sharp as ever, and the red sun shines lazily on my clothes, without feeling any warmth at all.
The tender grass outdoors has just sprouted white buds, and the charming willow trees have suddenly sprouted golden stamens. The oriole in the sky sings happily in the forest, and the fish swim in the spring water.
6. Ancient poems about lotus
Ancient poems about lotus:
1. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun. ——Yang Wanli "Walking off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at dawn"
2. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. —— Yang Wanli's "Little Pond"
3. In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and return home with a hoe. ——Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"
4. The sun is shining on the leaves and the rain is falling, the water is clear and round, and the wind is lifting the flowers one by one. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Su Muzhe·Liao Agarwood"
5. Returning to the boat late after having fun, accidentally fell into the depths of the lotus root. ——Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream Ling·Chang Ji Xiting Sunset"
6. The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus splayed to both sides of the face. ——Wang Changling's "Two Lotus Picking Songs"
7. The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain. ——Li Shangyin's "Staying in Luo's Pavilion to Care for Cui Yong and Cui Gun"
8. The little boy held a small boat and secretly collected white lotus. ——Bai Juyi's "Chi Shang"
9. When you look at the lotus flower, you should know that it will not contaminate your heart. ——Meng Haoran's "Inscribed on the Zen Room of Yi Gong in Dayu Temple"
10. There are three autumn osmanthus seeds and ten miles of lotus flowers. ——Liu Yong's "Looking at the Tide·Southeast Xingsheng"
11. The hibiscus flowers in the past have become rhizomes now. ——Li Bai's "Concubine's Unlucky Life"
12. When the lotus leaves grow, spring hates them, and when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them. ——Li Shangyin's "Wandering Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn"
13. Green bamboos contain new powder, and red lotuses have fallen from their old clothes. ——Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence"
14. When Tian Fu arrived with his hoe, he met each other and talked to each other. ——Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia"
15. A lotus bloomed in the sky. —— Su Shi's "Jiang Shenzi·Jiang Jing"
Lotus flower belongs to the order Proteaceae and the family Lotus. It is the general name for two plants of the genus Lotus. Also known as lotus, water hibiscus, etc. It is a perennial aquatic herbaceous flower of the genus Lotus. The underground stems are long and thick, with long nodes and round leaf shields. The flowering period is from June to September. They are solitary on the top of the pedicel. The petals are numerous and embedded in the receptacle. They are red, pink, white, purple and other colors, or have colorful patterns and borders. Nuts are oval, seeds are oval.
There are many types of lotus, divided into two categories: ornamental and edible. It is native to tropical and temperate regions of Asia and has been cultivated in China as early as the Zhou Dynasty. The lotus is full of treasures. The lotus root and lotus seeds are edible. The lotus seeds, rhizomes, lotus nodes, lotus leaves, flowers and seed germs can all be used as medicine. His character of being able to emerge from the mud without being stained has always been praised by the world. "The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red" is a true portrayal of the beauty of the lotus. The noble character of the lotus, which is "straight in the middle and straight to the outside, neither creeping nor branching, coming out of the mud but not stained, washing the clear ripples without being evil", has always been one of the themes of poetry and painting by poets and writers throughout the ages.