"It emerges from the mud without staining, and washes the clear ripples without being evil." As a gentleman among flowers, the lotus was once a symbol of sacredness, female beauty, purity, resurrection, elegance and harmony. Which ancient poems wrote about lotus? What? Let’s take a look! The following is for reference only!
"Picking Lotus" by Wu Jun, Liang Dynasty, Southern Dynasty
The brocade belt has mixed flowers, and the robe hangs down the green river. Asked where he was going now, he went out to collect 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.
"Poetry on Lotuses" by 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.
I moved to Yuchi, and my roots were not lost. How to interact with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying fluffy.
"Ode to the Hibiscus of the Same Heart" by Du Gongzhan, Sui Dynasty
The lotus blossoms are shining brightly, and the pavilions emerge from the water. A solitary stem attracts green, and two shadows create dividends.
The color captures the song's face, and the fragrance dances around the clothes. The name Lotus can be recited naturally, and the two minds are the same.
"Lotus Picking Song" by Yin Yingtong, Sui Dynasty
There are countless companions in the boat, and they untie the ropes to urge each other. There is no need to wipe off the sweat and powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will.
The floating ducks are moving in chaos, and the boat comes in and leans on the lotus. Lotus roots are tied together in strands, and lotus leaves are held in cups.
"Ancient Style (Twenty-Six)" 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 color are peerless, who can pass on the fragrance? Sit and watch the flying frost, withering this red and fragrant year. The roots have not been harvested, but I would like to stay by the Hua Pond.
"Song of Lotus Picking" by Liu Xiaowei of Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties
The golden oar magnolia boat is used to pick lotuses from the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus fragrance spreads across the Pudu River, and lotus leaves fill the river.
The house is easy to get, and the handle is curved. When the flowers are dew, the hair is wet, and the wind stems are blowing.
"Jiangnan"
Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, 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" Wang Changling
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus blooming on 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.
"Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" by Yang Wanli
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.
"Lotus" Qing Dynasty·Shi Tao
The five-inch lotus leaf is delicate, and it sticks to the waves without hindering the movement of the painting boat;
When the wind blows in April and May, It can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman.
"The Theory of Love and Lotus" by Zhou Dunyi of the Song Dynasty
The flowers of land and water are very lovely. 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 comes out of the mud but is not stained, washes the water in clear ripples but is not evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches. You can watch it from a distance but don't play with it.
I say chrysanthemum, the flower that represents seclusion; peony, the flower that represents wealth; lotus, the flower that represents the gentleman. Alas! The love of chrysanthemum is rarely heard of after Tao. Who can share the love of lotus? The love of peony should be shared by everyone!
"Qingyang Ferry" Yuefu, Jin Dynasty
Green lotus covers green water, and hibiscus covers red and fresh colors.
There are lotus roots with roots underneath and lotus with heads above.
"Ode to the Lotus" by Shen Yue of Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties
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.
"If you break the lotus, you will get a gift" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
I wade in the river and play in the autumn water, loving the fresh red lotus. If you climb the lotus and play with its beads, the ripples will not become 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 with regret.
"Lotus" by Li Shangyin
They are all colorless, but what is the fragrance? Yao banquets are set up to enjoy the coolness, and golden restraints are left late.
The lamp in the quilt illuminates the beauty, and the socks in the crossing are soaked in water. I anticipate farewell in the autumn before, and sing songs in my dreams after separation.
"Lotus" Wen Tingyun
The green pond sways and connects with the stars, and the rolling orchids merge into the white apples.
It should be the stockings on the waves of Luo Shen, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant.
"Hibiscus on Qian's Pond" by Wen Zhengming
In September, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River come to an end, and the hibiscus lingers in 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. Looking at each other in old age is useless, there is a kind of tranquility in the pond.
"A Cut of Plum Blossoms" by Li Qingzhao of the Northern Song Dynasty
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn, I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returned, the moon was 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
Burn agarwood to relieve the heat. The birds call their eyes, and the dawn peeks into the eaves. On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain falls, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts them one by one.
My hometown is far away, when will I go? I live in Wumen and have 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.
"Hibiscus" Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty
I pity the few marks of red and pink 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.
"The Great Summer Pavilion in the South Pavilion" by Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the cool evening breeze, 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.