Ancient poems about lotus accumulation
Cut a ruffled skirt in one color,
Lotus flowers bloom on both sides of the face.
You can't see it in the swimming pool,
I didn't realize that someone was coming until I heard this song.
Antique [Tang] Li Bai
Bihe gives birth to a secluded spring,
The sun is bright and fresh.
Autumn flowers release green water,
Thick leaves are filled with smoke.
Beauty is unparalleled,
Who will pass the incense?
Sit and watch the flying frost,
Fade this year of red fragrance.
If you don't find your roots,
I want to trust the swimming pool.
I thought of Xin in the summer in Nange.
meng haoran
The mountain light in the west suddenly disappeared,
In the east of the lake, the moon rises slowly.
It exudes coolness at night,
Open my window and lie down quietly.
The wind brings me the fragrance of lotus,
The music of bamboo leaves dripping dew.
I'll pick up my lute and play,
But, alas, who here will understand? .
So I thought of you, old friend,
Oh, the trouble of my midnight dream.
Untitled second part
Li shangyin
The wind is blowing from the east, misty and rainy,
There was a faint thunder from the wheels on the hibiscus pool.
Jin Chan locked the lock and burned incense.
The jade tiger tells the story of the water it is drawing on its rope.
A great lady once stood behind a screen, favoring a poor young man.
Once, a fairy girl, a prince from Weiyi Wang, brought a bridal mat and disappeared.
Spring is not in full bloom,
Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? .
Liantangwen Ting Yun
Green pond shakes and meets gold,
Roll orchids into white grass.
We should put socks on Luo Shenbo,
So far, lotus plumule has fragrant dust.
Even Tang Tang Yan Qian.
Lian Xin ying duo pu,
Go east through the green pond.
Still shadows shake the moon,
Leng Xiang reflects water and wind.
Gold powder falls to the core,
Jade dew washes away the residual red.
Looking at Yu Fangshao,
Nobody asked.
Yong Shuang Lian kai Hua Liu Tang Shang
New flowers bloom at dawn,
Beautiful makeup, smiling face.
Western paintings of Jialing birds,
Sooner or later, the two-way pool will come up
Fu Tang Rong Wen ting yun
Thorn stems sway blue,
These flowers are serrated and red.
The autumn water in Wu Ge is cold,
The night in Xiangmiao is gloomy and empty.
In the thick perfume,
Beauty is in the mirror.
The south building has not been repaired,
Practice Dong Tang all night.
Du Furong Wang Tang Bai Zhen
Tang Fang Xiao Qing Mirror,
Take a solitary photo of Yu Rongqiu.
Bitter flies don't like each other,
Picking apples worries you.
When the sun goes down,
The wind is strong and the head is blue.
What do you admire,
Double? Birds swim.
Xia Tian Nanting Huaixin Rong Da
meng haoran
The mountain light in the west suddenly disappeared,
In the east of the lake, the moon rises slowly.
It exudes coolness at night,
Open my window and lie down quietly.
The wind brings me the fragrance of lotus,
The music of bamboo leaves dripping dew.
I'll pick up my lute and play,
But, alas, who here will understand? .
So I thought of you, old friend,
Oh, the trouble of my midnight dream.
Picking lotus songs, the old sound is English.
Countless boating companions,
Untie the rope and urge yourself.
Sweat powder does not need to be wiped,
The wind skirt is open at will.
Moving around, floating around,
The boat leaned against the lotus.
Lotus root silk tied into a wisp,
The lotus leaf is held in the cup.
Give it to Tang Li Bai when folding the lotus.
Make love in the river,
I like this kind of red and fresh.
Climb the lotus and pick its pearls.
Ripples are not round.
In the beautiful clouds,
I want to give gifts every other day.
Acacia has no cause,
Looking forward to a cool breeze.
Cai Liannan Chaoliang Wu Jun
Brocade mixed with flowers,
Luo Yi hangs on the Qinghe River.
Ask my son where to go today,
Picking lotus in Jiangnan.
Three thousand miles in western Liaoning,
I want to send it for no reason
May you come back early,
This lotus is fresh.
Ode to the Lotus Poem Jiang Hong
There are micro-grasses in Zebei,
Flowers can rejuvenate.
Bi Ye likes to have fun,
Hong Ying should shine in the sun.
Move to Yaochi,
Tuogen is not lost.
How to have sex,
It should be used in combination with the canopy.
Lotus Li shangyin
Colorless and compatible,
I don't want this smell.
Yao is sitting on the balcony.
It's too late for gold to fall.
Turn the light back to shine,
Cross socks get wet.
Looking forward to saying goodbye before autumn,
Living away from home is a dream.
Untitled Second Li Shangyin
The wind is blowing from the east, misty and rainy,
There was a faint thunder from the wheels on the hibiscus pool.
Jin Chan locked the lock and burned incense.
The jade tiger tells the story of the water it is drawing on its rope.
A great lady once stood behind a screen, favoring a poor young man.
Once, a fairy girl, a prince from Weiyi Wang, brought a bridal mat and disappeared.
Spring is not in full bloom,
Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? .
Huanxi sand snow Zhao Yun
I hate this country. I hate it.
How many red tears cry Gusu,
Leaning against the wind to coagulate the skin.
Sunset in the sky of Wuzhushan River,
King Yue's palace is semi-flat,
Lotus rhomboid, full of lake sinking.
Tanglikangcheng, Cailian District
Picking lotus,
There is no spring on the moon.
The center of delicate tea,
Green lotus seeds are mixed with clothes.
Yun Qi still has a long way to go.
It takes a long time to get back on the road,
Go back to the boat and shake hands.
Hibiscus Yuan De
Luo Shen ting su,
Wen Jun is brilliant red.
Compared with beautiful women,
Bright colors are in a dilemma.
Come to Zhao Bori,
The fragrance wafted from the shore with the wind.
Jiang Liang is far away,
Trust means infinity.
Holdon, live in liqiao
Newly slipped all over the north of the city,
The shadow of the round lotus flower is irregular.
The wind smells far away,
Shadows hung over the sunset.
Fish play with leaves,
Turtles float to see green pools.
Wei dynasty was difficult to clean up,
Chu is wearing the same clothes.
Furong Liu Tang General Hospital
Beauty doesn't hide itself,
Ann can keep a separate root.
Hunan Yingshang West Bank,
In autumn, the wind is full of dew
Beautiful scenery is not cold water,
Front porch of Luzhou-flavor Committee.
It is difficult to compare the load with the material,
Anti-life plateau
Gao he Tang yuan Zhen
100 a variety of lotus roots,
The tall lotus leaf has only four leaves.
A shiny Yun Lan fan,
Reunion, jade stack.
Elegant and likable,
Hard to hide? .
If you don't learn water,
One grows up.
Yellow scallop lotus
Don
Ten hectares of wind blew the dust,
The edge of the bank is red and new.
All the flowers in the world are sad,
What is even more annoying is the lotus fragrance.
Neng Hua Lian Tang Cui Road
When the wind can't reduce the fragrance,
Dew is like a crow lying in a green pool.
Under the horse in front of the Golden Drum Tower,
The world is so sad.
Seven-tone lotus Tang Cuilu
Shadows, waves and smoke,
Hatred remained silent for years.
Light fog and fragrance accumulate rice,
Fall into the boat when it is red.
It's hard to brush in the world.
Dust-free after rain is better.
What is the limit of heartbroken?
Walking against the wind, charming and drunk.
Seven Laws Cherish Lotus
Tangcui road
Bantang was dyed red the day before yesterday.
As thin as gold, the wind blew yesterday.
This is the most ingenious way to preserve samples.
Who cares about incense?
Stop and think,
Patience gradually empties the accumulated beauty.
The soul breaks through the withered state of the old stream,
Cold smoke slag powder Chu Taidong.
Xinhetang Li Qunyu
Tian Tian has eight or nine leaves.
Sprinkle a green pool at the beginning.
Nenbi is flat,
The round shadow covered the fish.
Duckweed can't cover it,
Weakness is still sparse.
Half at the bottom of the spring wave,
My heart is not easy.
Furong Tangwenting County
Thorn stems sway blue,
These flowers are serrated and red.
The autumn water in Wu Ge is cold,
The night in Xiangmiao is gloomy and empty.
In the thick perfume,
Beauty is in the mirror.
The south building has not been repaired,
Practice Dong Tang all night.
Li Shangyin gave Tang Lianhua.
Flowers and leaves in the world are incoherent,
Flowers into the golden basin, leaves as dust.
Only green lotus and red lotus,
Opening and closing is naive.
This lotus and this leaf often set each other off,
Cui turns red, mourns and kills.
Lotus Gong in Autumn Pond.
The solstice in autumn is scattered,
Ling Bo vomited red alone.
Togenfang got what he wanted,
If you disagree, follow suit.
Zhang Jingwan picks lotus songs.
Tang Wen Ting Yun
Blue frost drops red Yuquan,
Baochai dragged her neck and threw clouds.
Chengxi Liuwan Bridge.
The ditch in front of the door is sparkling.
Kirin childe facing the sky,
Koma spent a lot of time in spring.
Weak in the palm of your hand and light in the skirt,
Chop the partridge and break the spring garden.
Hold the moon and smoke a foot,
The pith of Moschus is pitiful and charming.
Autumn wind blows water and breaks light,
How fragrant the dew flowers are.
? The pond is full of water,
Green duckweeds, such as millet lotus, have short stems.
One night, the west wind brought rain,
The powder marks are scattered and the red color is light.
The bow is broken, and the lotus roots are hidden.
Lotus root and lotus seed are together.
Lang xinru is like a moon,
Fifteen or sixteen distinct auras.
Zhong tai Lian Tang pi ri xiu
It's hard for you to do anything,
Half a meter of gold per leaf.
You must teach him to know the water princess,
The double element is the center of gravity.
Lianhua Tang Guo Town
The face is greasy and fragrant, and it looks very affectionate.
Nothing in the world is lighter than lightness.
Princess Xiang came to see the pool after the rain.
Crystal jasper plate.
Yong An Baili (2) Don Pi Rixiu
Sniffing deeply, watching the darkness break my heart,
From now on, I have no intention of loving red.
Just make Joan a guest,
You should plant the seeds in the jade pond.
Dropping water to the sun,
The wind makes the snow smell good.
How many people are there under the stage in Wu Wang,
It's like putting on makeup in the distance.
Bai Juyi, Bailiantang, Tuolin Temple
The water in Lintong Beitang is crystal clear.
Bai Furong was born in China and has 300 stems.
Glowing during the day, refreshing and fragrant.
Fragrant silver capsules are broken, and the jade plate is inclined.
I saw this Joan Yao Ying.
It is called Honglian, but it has a clean name.
The summer calyx is not resting, and the autumn chamber is exhausted.
In the middle of the night, the monks went to bed and walked around the pool alone.
I want to receive a coin and send it to Chang 'an.
But I'm afraid that the world can't grow out of the mountains.
Tit Bailiantang Bai Juyi
The vegetarian room contains fresh jade crowns.
The leaves are swaying and the fans are round.
This is Wu Zhou's lotus root.
Today is the lotus parasitic in Yishui.
Move the roots here 3,000 miles,
It has been 67 years since the baby was born.
Not only are the flowers in the pool old,
Take an old flower boat.
He Hui Tang Bai Juyi
There are no flowers left in the Millennium,
The cool breeze blows the leaves and they begin to dry.
No one knows the minor classics,
Look at the decay groups around.
Jie Xia Liantang Baijuyi
Ye Zhanying became a bright moon,
The flowers are overflowing and scattered into the curtain wind.
Why not plant it on Tianchi Lake?
Better than being born in the wild.
After the rain on July 14, Yang Wanli enjoyed the cool air on the Puhe Bridge in Piling County.
Listen to the lotus leaves in the wind and watch the lotus flowers after the rain.
Sitting on the bed bridge, falling into the cold in my mirror.
Yang Wanli, sitting on the lianhua bridge at dusk, won't let me come back.
The bridge cut the lotus, but I can't return it.
It's good to sit on the bridge, because politics is cold.
The pool seems to be paved with green brocade, and the lotus flowers are weft algae.
Weave the image of a poet for no reason, and fly independently to catch stars.
From water to lotus, leaves are born by wind.
Transparent small container
Yang Wanli
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
The sounds of seagulls and birds disperse in the evening, and the sky and water exchange in the evening.
Yang Wanli lianhua bridge sat at dusk with lotus as the weft algae as the warp.
Yang Wanli eats lotus seeds
Bees can't help but be busy collecting honey. Lotus is a hive.
I don't know that jade pupa is sweeter than honey, and it is chewed as frost by poets.
Yang Wanli swims on the lotus pond at dusk.
Jade gravel and Jinsha are so long that there is nowhere to catch cold in summer.
Walking alone on the lotus pond, lotus leaves no wind and no fragrance.
If you are cold, look for flowers in the well, but you can't take a bath.
Don't mind your own business, you will burn your eyes and hate half the summer.
The grass shook its head and suddenly reported Nong, and the shawl stopped a westerly wind.
The lotus is still hot at dusk, and its lower face is hidden in a blue umbrella.
I will go to beginning of autumn soon, and I will send a message to stop it.
The thin cicada has a lot of grievances and will not stop singing in the sunset.
A cloud was picked up in the air, unscrewed and unfolded.
At first it was a pine tree, and suddenly it became a lotus ball.
Yang Wanli sent a message to a temple similar to Li and Xian.
Siming fanatic is a hut, and the gift for him is only a song.
Li Yuxian, an Anfu poet, is like a big book in front of a mountain.
I once set foot on the land and was appointed to the pine and cypress in Zhaoling Province.
It's mid-August, and Jinghu Lake is not autumn enough.
The shadow of Jishan falls into the water, and the lotus falls into the moon.
Ji Zhen's hut is barren and covered with moss, and the ancient wood mourns the apes and cries more than redundant.
Today, you are on the other side of the house river. It is like a river.
I haven't arrived in Shuanchuan yet, but I don't think so.
If you don't see me, I salute the old grass roof.
Yuan never knew Tiantai Road. After a while, it rose again,
I made rattan and awn?
Yang Wanli Xiaoqing Lake
There was a light cloud on the mountainside, and the lake began to wrinkle.
I didn't say that the lakes and mountains are beautiful, and there was a small rush to Jinmen in the morning.
On the moon, the wind teased Geshang and went out to enjoy the cool.
Lotus smile, dew bath, which means no one sees makeup.
The West Lake in June is beautiful, with thousands of layers of jade covered with red makeup.
All the moon dew will be cool and fragrant, and they will give off fragrance in the morning.
Yang Wanli's Poem of Filial Piety was sent to Lin Zifang.
Out of the West Lake, the moon is not yet full, and the lotus flowers are swaying between the rows.
Red incense is a cool country on earth, and Nanshan is a northern mountain.
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Yang Wanli was excited.
Returning to China for one year, Fengshan Jinshui is more boarding.
Don't touch a hundred battles, risk mountains and rivers.
Why do idle people have no access? It is better to watch the ups and downs coldly.
Lotus is making lotus tender, and the moon is full of loose mash.
Yang Wanli crossed Linping Liandang.
Lotus flowers are swaying layer by layer, with tender spring and bright jade color.
A reed foil in the corner does not send fish and shrimp across the pond.
When the lotus flower swings in the middle, the sand is exposed, and there are savages on it.
Weeping willows are inserted everywhere along the fence, and boats are wrapped around fishing cars under the eaves.
Pick lotus roots in the morning, fish at night, and plant water with reeds on the shore.
When the cold wave falls, it swings, and the new ocean current rises and becomes a lake.
People are scattered in the middle, and ten miles of celery is fragrant.
After the Dragon Boat Festival, the lotus world is Liusi Township.
Yang Wanli wrote three pieces of Zhang Ai Fu Zhuang.
Hundreds of miles of green hills and ten miles of streams, lotus flowers are bright and red.
Linping Mountain goes down to the West Lake, which is always taken back by Zhuang.
Flowers have nothing to do with spring, and you can have both the city forest and the mountain disaster.
Not to mention the most rogue in the village, an election will hurt the integrity.
Flowers bloom and fall, but you are annoyed by the village.
Just like an old man spreading his horizontal axis and spending four hours in a court meeting, what kind of experience is it?
Transparent small container
Yang Wanli
Spring is silent, cherish the trickle,
The shade of trees shines on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness.
Xiao He just showed his sharp corners,
Dragonflies are already standing on it?
Midnight Wu Ge
Lipper
On the mirror lake, there are more than 300 miles, all of which are Ke and Ke.
Lunatone is picking lotus here, and all the people who come to see him are very anxious.
Less than a month after returning home, she was elected to the palace.
Lakeside temple at dawn
Yang Wanli
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Feng was planted by his seventh brother, Cao Changpeng.
Han Yu
Crossing the Jiangpu River, this life is here.
When the leaves grow, the roots will also migrate.
There are two fresh cuisines, and the wind and waves rub against each other.
But according to the master's knowledge, who said the basin was an angel?
Lotus picking song
Lipper
A woman who picks lotus by the river will laugh at the lotus.
Rizhao's new makeup is bright under the water, fragrant in the wind and lifted in the air.
Who swims on the shore, 3355 reflects weeping willows.
When the flowers fall, the wind is empty and heartbroken.
Song of the south river
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and there are lotus leaves, between lotus leaves, in front of lotus leaves, east lotus leaves, west lotus leaves, south lotus leaves and north lotus leaves.
Harmony songs.
Jiangnan qu Wen ting yun
My house is in Baipingpu, and Furong is in the morning. Roll the paddle and move the boat into the leaf.
The stream is long and the leaves are deep, so it is difficult to find the bottom. Avoid Mandy? I float and sink.
Picking lotus has no roots, but picking lotus has children. It is better to be a lotus than a duckweed.
Riding a horse on the shore, riding a horse with a black hat and a purple reins. I smiled sadly and asked Hengtang later.
Bughang-Wang Luobin
Write a yellow picture of the moon, and Ling Bo will pick up Cui Tong. Mirror flowers shake the sun, clothes musk deer into the wind.
Ye Mi boat difficult to swing, lotus easy to empty. Phoenix Media is ashamed to support itself, and its honeymoon wings hate poverty.
The autumn tent is snuff green and the building is pink. Acacia has no other songs, eulogizing.
Wuqi District-Zhangji
The western hills are full of palace tides, and the palace is in the dogwood branch.
Wu recited poems alone and stayed on the boat with Wang last night.
Li Bai-the Song of Picking Lotus
A woman who picks lotus flowers by the stream will laugh at the lotus flowers. Rizhao's new makeup is very bright underwater.
The wind is fragrant and the sleeves are lifted in the air. Who swims on the shore, 3355 reflects weeping willows.
Zi Juan hissed into the fallen flower and saw the emptiness and heartbroken.
Three lotus picking songs
Wang Changling
One of them, like the beauty of Wu, the king of Yue, the king of Yue, the beauty of lotus picking girls, the beauty of lotus picking boats, the lake wet their clothes.
When they came, the lotus led them to the estuary and the moon sent them back to the river.
The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other.
Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.
Yue Nv is a laurel boat, but he also regards laurel as a tree. The water on the lake is boundless, and the Qingjiang River can be involved at the beginning.
Pick hibiscus flowers instead of hibiscus leaves. I will ask my husband what color is like a concubine.