I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles. The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank. Idle heart, Qing Chuan is so light. Please trade on the stone. Drop the fishing line forever! .
Du Fu's poem "Wandering" (7)
The diameter of poplar flowers is covered with white felt, and the lotus leaves in the stream are stacked with green money. No one has seen the young child with bamboo shoots. The young child in the sand sleeps next to his mother.
Koike yang Wanli
In spring, the quiet stream flows, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Fisherman Ao Ouyang Xiu in Northern Song Dynasty
One night, the river was full of autumn water, and the lotus bloomed on the south bank of the river. Lust for tender fragrance and slow eyes. Sparse figure, lang ship unconsciously came to the side. "Take off Jin Ying jade wrist, turned around and made a bow. Lotus leaves are thick and shallow. Without convenience, people have to raise their faces.
Lady Manwei of Bodhisattva
The Red Chamber leans against the bend of the stream, and the stream in front of the building is cold and jade. Mulan boat rippled, with people and teenagers on board. Lotus is charming and wants to say, laughing into the mandarin duck spectrum. On the waves, smoke is low, and on the song month, diamonds return.