What are the poems describing lotus flowers?

Mulberry seeds, lotus flowers by Ouyang Xiu, and the West Lake are good. You don't need a flag to carry wine, and the red building is covered with green. The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown.

Autumn evening in Liuyong, Gan Caozi, is littered with withered lotus flowers, covered with pearls and rain. The moon is born after the rain, and it is freezing. I can't stand such loneliness without companions in the swimming pool! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, the words pink lang are written.

Huanxi sand is beautiful and fragrant, and the west wind is blue and blue. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly. The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing.

There is more hatred in the sand and snow in Huanxi, and more red tears cry for Gusu, leaning against the wind to coagulate the snow skin. The setting sun is over the river, the palace is half flat, and the lotus is full of lakes.

Huanxisha Zhangyuangan Mountain surrounds Pinghu and shakes the city. The reflection of the lake permeates the green hills, and the crystal building wants to watch the night. When the fog and willow are dark, the clouds are overcast and the moon is full, and the dew is turned over by fireflies, and it is rustling until morning.

It's raining in the light thunder pool outside Ouyang Xiu willow in Linjiang County, and the sound of rain drops the sound of broken lotus flowers. Soon the rain stopped and the broken rainbow appeared in the west corner of the building. We leaned against the railing until the moon rose in the east. Swallow flies back to the door, peeping at Hua Liang and asking. I took the curtain off the jade hook. The bed on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but there is no ripple. Watery pillow, there is a hairpin on the shore.

Nan Kezi's wonderful poems of Tang and Song Dynasties are ten miles away, on the sand of Chaoping Road. Several times, birds complained that the years were another bleak time of the end of the world! The Millennium gathers the waning moon, and the breeze scatters the clouds. Green Di Yang asked Lotus: Remember the family that sold wine in those days?

Li Jue, the son of Nanxiang, crossed the lotus pond in a float and sang songs to wake up the sleeping mandarin duck. You girls cuddle and laugh, compete for novelty and beauty, and shake the lotus cover to break the sunset.

Lady Wei, the Bodhisattva, leans against the stream in the Red Chamber, 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.

Ruan Langgui, Su Dongpo in early summer, Qinghuai and Gaoliu swallowed new cicadas, and the wind first entered the string. Wash away the heavy smoke under the blue screen window, and the sound of chess during the day scares you to sleep. After a light rain, the lotus turned over and the pomegranate blossomed. Jade basin hand tanchun, Zhu Qiong broken and round.

Yan, a health inspector, hated wading in the river and moved to Xitou. Wandering the Mulan boat, wandering the two-yuan shop. Unreasonable frivolous clouds, dark for the base fiber rain. Green sleeves are too cold to talk to Lotus.

How about Sun Guangxian in Sidi Township? More lingering feelings! Moths gather shame under the eternal water curtain. Liu Luo's skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves. Look at the ground, rain hits the lotus.

Looking back on Pan Lang's long memory of the lonely mountain in Yuhang, the mountain is like a cluster in the lake, and the monk's room faces the lake all around, and the Qing Dynasty has returned. Lotus fragrance spray even the clouds pavilion, pavilion sound clear eaves priests. Don't come to dust and stain other people's clothes, and dream of flying in vain.

& lt& lt lotus picking >> Lotus leaves in the Yan Garden cannot be picked. There are no fish in the field, so I can't enter the lotus room in the lotus.

& lt& ltCanlian >> bleak autumn wind, flowers, dead leaves, swaying with the waves, thanks to the lead flower health machine for the time being, Zeng Chunyu filled the pool.

& lt& lt sparring >> The wind on the ancient willow dike is weak, and the new lotus is full of fields. White waved frequently and sat idly. Wu Sha fell asleep half drunk and half awake. Dreams and battles can break the sun, but you can't peep at the sky while you are feeling. Laughing in the pillow, Hua Rong is the guest, and lotus jade is the fairy.

& lt& lt> Zhu Yan Bimo waved Chi Pan's dance sleeves, which was beautiful to Yu Lian, just like giving birth to a fragrance.

& lt& lt Menglian >> The scenery of Qiu Lai in the north of Beijing is different. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the geese are blurred. Tieling is nowhere to be found, and the lotus pond is empty; Autumn sleep has no choice, fairy clothes are better than snow love; Why can't I see you sigh? Xia Feng is ten miles away.

& lt& lt Lotus Watch >> In summer, after the rain clears, spring is lonely; The pond is full of red and blue, and the wind blows the jade beads.

& lt& lt Wenlian >> Where did the gentleman in the flower come from? Tingting stands upright and graceful, revealing a charming face, warm sunshine and endless wind fragrance, showing endless branches and leaves. Even if it is cool, it will cover summer. Since you don't want to be contaminated by fine dust, why stand in the mud?

& lt& lt Yong Lian >> The pond was stormy all night, and ten thousand rubies bloomed; If you come to Gog, if you love Lian, you will be grateful.

& lt& lt Zanlian >> Land flowers compete for fragrance, clear water Chi Pan, silent fragrance, don't compete with peaches and plums. Spring breeze and fire send coolness in July.

& lt& lt Planting Lotus >> Under the action of water diversion from Qingtang, the lotus spring breeze brings dew to the lotus until it blooms like a full moon.

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 next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue and the lotus flowers are of different colors.

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.

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.

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.

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