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Lotus Picking Song [Tang Dynasty] Wang Changling
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color,
The hibiscus blooms to both sides of the face.
You can't see anyone entering the pool.
When you hear the song, you realize someone is coming.
Ancient style [Tang Dynasty] Li Bai
The green lotus grows in the quiet spring,
The morning sun is bright and fresh.
Autumn flowers emerge from the green water,
Dense leaves are covered with 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,
I would like to stay by the Hua Pond.
The South Pavilion is full of emotions in summer
[Tang Dynasty] Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west,
The moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Breeze in the evening coolness,
Open the pavilion and lie down in the open air.
The lotus breeze brings fragrance,
The bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano,
I hate the ignorance of music.
I feel so nostalgic for my old friend,
I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.
"Untitled·Part Two"
[Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin
A rustling east wind and drizzle came,
There was light thunder outside Furong Pond .
The golden toad gnaws at the lock and burns incense,
The jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain to see Young Master Han,
Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei of Wei.
In the heart of spring, don’t let the flowers bloom.
One inch of lovesickness and one inch of gray.
Lotus, Tang Dynasty, Wen Tingyun
The green pond is swaying to connect with Xingjin,
The orchid beam is rolling into the white grass.
It should be the socks on the Luo Shen wave,
To this day, the lotus stamens have fragrance.
Lian Tang Yanqian
New lotus Yingduopu,
far away to the east of the green pond.
The still shadow shakes the moon,
The cold fragrance reflects the water and wind.
The gold dust falls off the pistil,
The jade dew washes away the remaining red.
Looking at Young Master Yu Fang,
No one asked.
Ode to the Two-Blooming Lotus by Liu Shang of the Tang Dynasty
New flowers bloom together at dawn,
Wearing heavy makeup and smiling faces.
The Galling bird is painted in the west,
It flies up to the pond in the morning and evening.
Hibiscus, Tang Dynasty, Wen Tingyun
The thorn stems are blue,
The flowers are unevenly red.
The autumn water in Wu Ge is cold,
The night sky is cloudy in Xiang Temple.
In the rich fragrance,
The beauty is in the clear mirror.
The south tower has not been restored,
I practiced in the east of the pond overnight.
Single Furong, Wang Zhenbai, Tang Dynasty
The clear dawn mirror in Fangtang,
The jade face alone shines in autumn.
The beetroot and the beetle are not in harmony with each other,
I am worried about myself.
The sun sets and the shadow returns,
The wind blows and the head bows.
What is the envy of fragrance?
Pairs of ostriches are flying around.
The South Pavilion embraces Dairong in summer
Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west,
The moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Breeze in the evening coolness,
Open the pavilion and lie down in the open air.
The lotus breeze brings fragrance,
The bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano,
I hate the ignorance of music.
I feel so nostalgic for my old friend,
I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.
The Lotus Picking Song by Yin Yingtong, Sui Dynasty
There are countless companions in the boat,
The unmooring of the rope urges each other.
There is no need to wipe off the sweat and powder,
The wind skirt can be opened at will.
The floating ducks are moving in chaos,
The boat comes in and leans on the load.
Lotus root threads are tied together,
Lotus leaves are held in a cup.
If you break the lotus, you will get a gift. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Walking in the river to play in the autumn water,
Love the fresh red lotus.
Climb the lotus and play with the beads,
The waves are not round.
The beauty is in the colorful clouds,
I want to give it to the distant sky.
There is no reason to miss lovesickness,
Looking sadly at the cool breeze.
Collecting lotuses by Liang Wujun in the Southern Dynasties
Modern flowers and brocade ribbons,
Luo Yi hangs over the green river.
I asked you where you are going now.
I 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.
May you return soon,
And this lotus flower will be fresh.
Poetry on Lotuses by Jiang Hong
There are tiny grasses in Zepi,
It can bloom and grow again.
Blue leaves like to turn in the wind,
Red leaves like to shine in the sun.
Moving to Yuchi,
It is not a loss to support my roots.
How to make love with frost and dew?
It should be as good as flying ponchos.
Lotus Li Shangyin
They are all colorless,
But they don’t smell the same.
The Yao banquet is set up to enjoy the coolness.
The golden restraint is late.
The lamp in the quilt illuminates the beauty,
The socks are soaked in water when crossing the quilt.
Imagine farewell in the autumn before,
I sing songs after separation.
Untitled No. 2 Li Shangyin
A rustling east wind and drizzle came,
There was light thunder outside Furong Pond.
The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense,
The jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain to see Young Master Han,
Concubine Mi stayed with King Cai of Wei as a pillow.
In the heart of spring, don’t let the flowers bloom.
One inch of lovesickness and one inch of gray.
Xue Zhaoyun on the Huanxi Sands
I can't help but hate the country and the city.
How many red tears weep over Gusu.
Looking at the snow against the wind skin.
The sun sets over the mountains and rivers of Lord Wu,
The palace of the King of Yue is half flat,
The lotus root flowers and water chestnuts are all over the lake.
The Song of Picking Lotus by Li Kangcheng of the Tang Dynasty
Go and pick the lotus,
The moon is gone and the spring is dawning on the river.
In the center of the water are green thin red sleeves,
green lotus seeds and mixed clothes are fragrant.
When the clouds rise and the wind rises, the journey back is long.
The return journey is long, so it will take a long time,
Everyone returns to the boat, waving hands.
Hibiscus flower, Sui Dynasty Xin Deyuan
Luoshen is very concentrated,
Wenjun's hair is bright red.
Compared with beautiful women,
Beauty is in a dilemma.
Come to Zhaobo Day,
The fragrance will follow the breeze from the shore.
The good things across the river are far away,
The trust is endless.
Lotus Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty
New clothes fill Chengbei,
The shadows of round lotuses are regular.
The wind carries the fragrance far away,
The sunset covers the clouds and moves away.
Fish play in rows of leaves,
Turtles float in the green pond.
It is difficult for the Wei Dynasty to pick up the clothes.
The Chu clothes are still the same.
Hibiscus Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
Beauty does not hide itself,
It can guard its solitary roots.
The west bank of Hunan is full of beauty.
The wind and dew are abundant in autumn.
Beautiful scenery, farewell to the cold water,
The rich fragrance leaves the front pavilion.
It’s hard to compare with the stuffed vegetables,
On the contrary, this is the plateau.
Gaohe Tang·Yuanzhen
More than a hundred lotus roots were planted,
Gaohe only has four leaves.
The fan of green clouds flashes,
The reunion is full of green jade.
Tings and pavilions lift themselves up,
It’s hard to hide a tripod?
If you don’t learn from Shui Quan, you will grow up stubborn.
Huang Zipi Lotus
Tang·Tang Yanqian
Ten hectares of strong wind shakes the dust,
The water on the edge of the bank is red and new.
Every flower in the world is full of sorrow,
It is the fragrance of lotus that is even more annoying.
The Broken Lotus Cui Lu of the Tang Dynasty
When the wind cannot reduce the fragrance,
The dew is like crying lying in a green pond.
In front of Jingu Tower, under Mawei,
The world is full of sadness.
Qilu Lotus, Cui Lu of the Tang Dynasty
The shadows are clear and the waves are smoke,
The new year is approaching in a state of hatred and silence.
Light mist dawns and fragrant rice,
When the film is red, it turns into a human ship.
It is difficult to paint with a pen in the world,
It is better to be pity when there is no dust after the rain.
Why should the heart-broken person not be named?
The waist is tilted when one is drunk by the wind and love.
Qilu Cherishing the Lotus
Tang Dynasty Cui Lu
Half the pond was dyed red the day before yesterday,
The golden side was thinned by yesterday's wind.
The most regrettable thing about retaining samples is that there is no clever writing.
Who cares about the fragrance?
I stopped at the edge of the green pond and looked at it,
Forbearance makes the accumulation of good things gradually become empty.
The soul is broken and the old stream is haggard,
The cold smoke and residual powder are in Taitung.
New Lotus Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty
Eighty-nine leaves in the field,
Scattered green pond at the beginning.
Only the tender blue can level the water,
The round shade has covered the fish.
The duckweeds can’t cover each other,
The weak duckweeds are still sparse.
Half at the bottom of the spring wave,
The heart is not yet relaxed.
Hibiscus Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
The thorn stems are blue,
The flowers are unevenly red.
The autumn water in Wu Ge is cold,
The night sky is cloudy in Xiang Temple.
In the rich fragrance,
The beauty is in the clear mirror.
The south tower has not been restored,
I practiced in the east of the pond overnight.
Giving Lotus Flowers by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The flowers and leaves in the world are inconsistent,
The flowers enter the golden basin and the leaves become dust.
There are only green lotuses and red lotuses,
The volumes are relaxed and open, and they are innocent.
This lotus and this leaf always complement each other,
The green is reduced and the red is declining, and the sorrow is killing people.
A Lotus in the Autumn Pond by Guo Gong of the Tang Dynasty
Everything has fallen into pieces during the autumn solstice,
Ling Bo is only spitting out red.
You have to rely on your roots to get what you want.
If you don’t agree, you will follow the wind.
Zhang Jingwan's Lotus Picking Song
Tang Dynasty·Wen Tingyun
The orchid paste falls on the red jade spring,
The swallow hairpin drags its neck and throws it into the clouds.
The willows in the west of the city are approaching the bridge late,
The water in the ditch in front of the door is sparkling.
Master Qilin visits the sky,
The horse and horse ride through the spring road.
The dancing clothes are light and powerless in the palm,
Cut the crocodile silk and break the spring green.
Holding the moon and floating smoke a foot high,
The musk navel and dragon marrow are tender and charming.
Autumn flowers are blowing in the water, and the light is moving.
The dew is heavy and the flowers are so fragrant that they are not sold.
Eiqijiaojiaotang is full of water,
The green duckweed is as short as a millet lotus.
The west wind brings rain all night,
The pink marks are scattered and the red is light.
The bow of the boat is folded with lotus root silk, and the lotus roots and lotus seeds are connected to each other.
A man's heart is like the moon, which is easy to lose.
Fifteen or sixteen, the light is clear and round.
Chongtailian Tang·Pi Rixiu
It is hard to bear the red water.
The edge of each leaf is half a meter of gold.
You have to teach him how to see Shui Fei.
Two elements are one center.
Lotus by Guo Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
The face is greasy and fragrant, as if it is sentimental,
Nothing in the world can be more light.
Concubine Xiang came to look at the pond after the rain.
She got crystals in the jasper plate.
Ode to White Lotus (Part 2) Pi Rixiu of the Tang Dynasty
Smell carefully and look deeply at the dark heart,
I have no intention of loving Hongfang from now on.
I only come here to be a guest with Qiong,
The seeds should be planted in Yuzhong Pond.
Looking towards the sun, I am surprised that the crispy water is dripping.
The wind is so thick that the snow is fragrant.
How many people are wearing under the stage of King Wu,
It is like Xi Shi wearing plain makeup.
White Lotus in Donglin Temple by Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty
The water in Beitang of Donglin Temple is so clear that you can see the bottom.
The white hibiscus grows in the middle, and there are three hundred stems of lotus.
Glow in the daytime, refreshing and fragrant.
The silver bag of fragrance leaks is broken, and the jade plate of dew leaks overturns.
I cut through the dirt and saw this Qiong Yaoying.
I know that the red lotus flower has a false name of purity.
The application of calyx in summer has not stopped, and the knot in autumn is completed.
In the middle of the night, all the monks were sleeping and walked around the pond alone.
I want to receive a piece and send it to Chang'an City.
But I am afraid that if I go out of the mountains, my seeds will not grow in the world.
The title of White Lotus is written by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The plain room contains dew and the jade crown is fresh,
The blue leaves shake in the wind and are fanned round.
Originally it was the lotus root offered by Wuzhou,
Now it is the parasitic lotus in Yishui.
The roots have been moved three thousand miles here,
It has been six or seven years since the birth.
Not only are there old flowers in the pond,
We also ride on an old flower-picking boat.
Decaying Lotuses by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The white dew withers the flowers and leaves remain intact,
The cool breeze blows and the leaves begin to dry.
No one understands the depression,
Let’s take a look around the bush.
Lotus under the Steps by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The leaves spread their shadows like a moon,
The flowers bloom and their fragrance spreads into the curtain wind.
It is better to plant it on the Tianchi Lake.
It is worse than growing in the wild water.
Yang Wanli enjoyed the cool weather on Puhe Bridge in Piling County after the rain on July 14th.
Listen to the lotus leaves facing the wind, and watch the lotus flowers after the rain.
Sitting on the moving bed bridge, I feel cold in the mirror.
Yang Wanli Sitting on the Lotus Bridge at Dusk The lotus leaves me and I cannot return.
The lotus flowers are blooming on the bridge, and I won’t be able to return to the lotus flowers.
It’s great to sit on the lotus bridge. When the weather is cool, mosquitoes come.
The pool is like a flat green brocade, with lotus flowers as weft algae as warp.
Images of poets are woven out of nowhere, and they fly independently to catch stars.
The water reaches the lotus pedicle, and the wind grows the wild rice leaf tips.
Small Pond
Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is clear and soft.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
The evening sounds of gulls disperse, and the evening light crosses the sky and water.
Yang Wanli Sitting on the Lotus Bridge at dusk. The lotus flowers are the weft algae and the longitude.
Yang Wanli Eats Lotus Seeds
Bees are busy gathering honey, and they make hives in lotus stamens.
I don’t know that jade chrysalis is sweeter than honey, and it is chewed by poets to make frost.
Yang Wanli, swimming in the lotus pond in the hot evening
The jade gravel and golden sand are so long, there is nowhere to cool off in the heat.
Walking alone to the lotus pond, the feng shui will not be fragrant if the lotus does not grow.
Han Zong is looking for flowers from the well, but he is sick and can’t get better after just one bath.
You can’t mess around with the cold, and your eyes will burn with hatred for half of the clouds.
The thin grass shakes its head and suddenly reports to the peasants, and the west wind is blocked by its draped lapel.
The lotus flowers are still sad and hot in the dusk, and their lower faces are hidden deep in the green umbrellas.
Autumn will begin in just a short time, sending a message that the remaining summer heat will be quickly collected.
The thin cicada has a lot of energy, and it still refuses to rest as the sun sets.
A cloud is rising in the sky, spinning and closing.
First painting* Pine tree seeds suddenly become like willow flower balls.
Yang Wanli sent an inscription to Li Yuxian like Yan'an
A mad visitor from the Siming Dynasty stayed in a hut and gave Yanchuancai a song.
The poet Li Yuxian of Anfu has a big book like the front gate of Yanshan Mountain.
I once set foot in the state of Goujian, and ordered Songbai from Zhaoling Province.
It is the middle of August, and Jinghu Lake is not the autumn of the world.
The shadow of Jishan falls into the water, and the lotus dew drops in the middle of the moon.
The huts in Jizhen are deserted with green moss, and the ancient trees mourn and the apes cry redundantly.
On the other side of the Jiewu River today, the water is as thick as the Yan River.
When I arrived at Yanchuan, Jun was not there yet.
If you don’t see me, Xing Gong’s old grass is on the rooftop.
Yuan did not know the rooftop road. As soon as I looked up, it had already risen again.
Where are the skinny vines and awnings in this month?
Yang Wanli on Qingxiao Lake
A bunch of clouds are lightly bunched on the mountainside, and the lake surface has its first frown and half a frown.
I haven’t mentioned the best places in the lakes and mountains. In the early morning, I went out to Kinmen.
The moon is rising and the wind is teasing Ge Shang. It's cool to go out of the city.
The lotus smiles and the swallow branches dew, and it will be said that no one has seen the dawn makeup.
The West Lake is beautiful in June, covered with thousands of layers of green and thousands of reds.
They all use the coolness of the moon dew as a scent in the morning.
Yang Wanli came out at dawn to see Jingci off to Lin Zifang.
When he came out of the West Lake, the moon was still lingering, and the lotus flowers were blooming among the willows.
The red fragrance world is a cool country, I have traveled to the southern mountains but to the northern mountains.
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.
Yang Wanli is very excited
Going to the country and returning home for one year, Fengshan Jinshui is even more accessible.
Don’t come here to fight hundreds of battles and risk countless mountains and rivers.
Why don’t you just watch the ups and downs when there is no one around?
The lotus flowers are blooming and their pods are tender. Under the moonlight, the wine is filled with wine.
Yang Wanli passed by the lotus pond in Linping
The lotus pond is layered with mirrors, and the tender jade cuts the new light when spring comes.
There is a piece of reed foil in the corner, and no fish or shrimps are sent to other ponds.
There is dew and sand in the middle of the lotus pond, and there are savage houses on it.
Weeping willows are planted everywhere along the fence, and boats and fishing carts hang around under the eaves.
In the morning, we gather lotus roots and in the evening we come to fish. We grow water chestnuts and reeds on the lotus banks.
When the cold waves fall, they sway, and when the new current rises, they form a lake.
The stars are scattered in the middle of the water, and the fragrance of celery soup and wild rice is ten miles away.
Think of the lotus world in Liusi Township after the Dragon Boat Festival.
Yang Wanli wrote three poems titled "Pictures of Zhang Yufu's Village"
A hundred miles of green mountains and ten miles of streams, thousands of hectares of lotus flowers shining in red.
At the foot of Linping Mountain and on the West Lake, it was always taken back by Yuzhuang.
The flowers, the light and the sound of the springs are incompatible, and it is difficult for the city and the mountains to have both.
There is no distinction between the most rogue people in Fuzhuang.
The flowers are blooming, happy and sad, but you are annoyed by your plumpness.
It’s like an old man spreading his horizontal axis and seeing all the flowers of the four seasons in one day.
Small Pond
Yang Wanli
The spring silently cherishes the trickle,
The shade of the tree shines on the water, which is clear and soft.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners,
Has a dragonfly already stood on its head?
Midnight Wu Song
Li Bai
Three hundred miles across Jinghu Lake, there are lotuses blooming.
In May, Xishi is collected, and people look at it as if it is narrow.
He returned to the boat without waiting for the moon, and returned to the Yue Wang family.
Sent Lin Zifang off at Jingci Temple at dawn
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.
Planted by Cao Changpenchi, the seventh brother of Fenghe Qian.
Han Yu
He turned over the lotuses in Jiangpu and stayed here in this life.
When the wild rice leaves grow long and the fragrant roots recover, who will migrate?
The dew and the culvert are both fresh and green, leaning against each other in the wind.
But as long as the owner knows, who can say that the pot is full.
Lotus Picking Song
Li Bai
Next to the Ruoye River, a lotus picking girl laughs and picks lotus flowers while listening to people's words.
The sun shines on the new makeup, the water bottom is bright, and the wind carries the fragrance in the air.
Whose family is wandering Yelang on the shore?
Purple flowers are falling away, and the wind is empty and heart-breaking
Jiangnan Song
You can pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, where there are fields of lotus leaves, and fish play among the lotus leaves. , in front of the lotus leaf, in the east of the lotus leaf, in the west of the lotus leaf, in the south of the lotus leaf, in the north of the lotus leaf.
Xianghe Song Ci.
Jiangnan Song - Wen Tingyun
My concubine's family is in Bai Pingpu, and the sun is full of hibiscus. The sound of rolling oars moves the boat into the water bamboo leaves.
The stream is long and the wild rice leaves are deep, making it difficult to find the bottom. If you don't see Lang Lang, you will float up and down.
There are no roots when you pick up the duckweeds, but there are seeds when you pick up the lotus. Instead of living as a duckweed, I would rather die as a lotus flower.
There is a horseman riding a horse on the shore, wearing a black hat and a purple rein. Smiling again with sadness, he looked back and asked about Hengtang.
The Song of Songs - King Luo Bin
Write the picture of the moon in yellow, and pick up the green through the waves. The flowers in the mirror shake the sun, and the musk deer in clothes enters the lotus wind.
It’s hard to sail a boat with dense leaves, and it’s easy to empty the water if the lotus trees are sparse. The phoenix matchmaker is ashamed to rely on herself, while the mandarin wing hates being poor.
The autumn tents are decorated with flowers and green flowers, and the building is pink. There is no other song of lovesickness, and it is in the song.
Wu Qi Qu - Zhang Ji
The palace in the west mountain is full of tides, and the palace crows sing the dogwood branches at dawn.
Wu Ji sang a lotus-picking song by herself, and the king stayed in the boat last night.
Lotus Picking Song - Li Bai
The girl picking lotus by the Ruoye stream, smiling across the lotus flowers and listening to people's words. Rizhao's new makeup makes the water bottom bright,
The wind is fragrant and the sleeves are lifted up in the air. Whose family is wandering Yelang on the shore? There are three, three, five and five poplars reflecting the trees.
Purple pigs hissed into the fallen flowers, and saw this lingering empty and heartbroken
Three Lotus Picking Songs
Wang Changling
Wu Ji Yueyan The Princess of Chu was quarreling over the water in the lotus boat and her clothes were wet.
When you come, you will be greeted by flowers from Pukou, and you will be sent home after picking them up in the first month of the Yangtze River.
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus slit to both sides of the face.
You can't see anyone entering the pool, but you can only feel someone coming when you hear the song.
The Yue women built osmanthus boats, and also used osmanthus as thorns. The water on the lake is vast, and the Qingjiang River can be forded at the beginning.
Pick hibiscus flowers, not hibiscus leaves. When he returned home, he asked his husband how he looked like his concubine.