Use pond to express a poem about lotus (accumulate a poem describing pond or lotus)
1. Accumulate a poem describing a pond or lotus
You can pick lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves.
Fish play among the lotus leaves, fish play Lotus leaves to the east,
Fish plays with lotus leaves to the west, fish plays with lotus leaves to the south, fish plays with lotus leaves to the north.
Lotus Picking Song by Wang Changling
Lotus Leaf Luo The skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus is slit to both sides of the face.
I can't see it when I enter the pool. I only feel someone coming when I hear the song.
At dawn, Jingci sends Yang Wanli off to Lin Zifang
After all, in 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.
One-cut Plum, Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade quilt in autumn, I undress lightly and get into the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sends a brocade book? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers are floating and the water is flowing. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I frown, But it's in my heart.
Lotus flowers are clear. Stone waves
The lotus leaves are five inches delicate, and they stick to the waves without hindering the movement of the boat;
Meet the four or five winds The moon can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman.
"On Love of Lotus" by Zhou Dunyi of Song Dynasty Come on, the world loves peonies very much. I only love the lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained, washes the ripples without being evil, is straight from the middle to the outside, does not creep or branch, can be viewed from a distance but not played with.
◇Qingyang Ferry~Jin Yuefu
Green lotus covers the green water, and the hibiscus is covered with bright red. There are lotus roots with double roots below, and lotus flowers with double heads above.
◇Ode to Lotus~Southern Dynasties· Liang Shen Yue
The gentle breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the light dew blows in the red house. The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red.
◇Lotus ~ Wen Tingyun
The green pond is swaying to connect with Xingjin, and the orchids are rolled into white apples. It should be the stockings on the waves of Luo Shen, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant. 2. Ancient poems about lotus in the pond
Poems about lotus in Jiangnan Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves.
Between 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 by Wang Changling The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus splayed 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. At dawn, Jingci sees off Lin Zifang. 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. A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao. In autumn, the fragrant red lotus roots remain in the jade mat. I undressed my clothes lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is 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.
Lotus Qing. Shi Tao. The five-inch lotus leaf is delicate and delicate. It sticks to the waves and does not hinder the movement of the boat. When the wind blows in April and May, it can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman. "The Love of Lotus" by Zhou Dunyi of the Song Dynasty There are many lovely flowers among water and land vegetation.
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 emerges from the mud but is not stained, washes the clear ripples without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches, can be viewed from a distance but cannot be played with ◇ Qingyang Ferry ~ Jin·Yuefu, green lotus covers green water, The hibiscus is red and fresh.
There are lotus roots with roots underneath and lotus roots with heads above. ◇Ode to Lotus ~ Southern Dynasty·Liang·Shen Yue 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. ◇Collecting Lotus~Southern Dynasty·Liang·Wu Jun The brocade belt has mixed flowers and mother-of-pearl flowers, and the robe hangs down the green river.
I asked my son where he was going now, and he 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.
I hope you will return soon and the lotus flowers will bloom. ◇A poem about lotuses~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.
When I moved to Yuchi, my roots were not lost.
How to make love with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying ponchos. ◇Ode to the Lotus of One Heart ~ Sui Dynasty Du Gongzhan The lotus blossoms are shining brightly, and the pavilions emerge from the water.
A solitary stem attracts green, and two shadows share dividends. The color captures the song's face, and the fragrance dances in the wind of the clothes.
The name Lotus can be remembered naturally, and the two minds are the same. ◇ Lotus Picking Song ~ Sui Dynasty·Yin Yingtong There are countless companions in the boat, and they help each other when unmooring.
There is no need to wipe off the sweat and powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The floats are moving in disorder, and the boat comes in and leans on the lotus.
Lotus root threads are tied together, and lotus leaves are held into cups. ◇Ancient Style (Part 26)~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 are filled with green smoke. The beauty and pink are peerless, who can pass on the fragrance? Sit and watch the flying frost, withering this red and fragrant year.
I have not yet gained my roots, but I would like to stay by the Hua Pond. ◇ Lotus Picking Song ~ Liang Liu Xiaowei of the Southern Dynasty. The golden oar magnolia boat is used to pick lotuses from the south of the Yangtze River.
The lotus fragrance spreads across Pudu, and the lotus leaves fill the river. The house is easy to hold, and the handle is curved.
When the flowers are dew, the hair is wet, and the wind stems are lightly brushed. ◇If you break the lotus, you will get a gift~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty waded into the river to play in the autumn water, and loved the fresh red lotus.
Climbing the lotus and playing with the beads, the ripples are not 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 in despair. ◇Lotus~Li Shangyin They are both colorless and can’t be combined, but they don’t smell the same.
Yao mats are set up to enjoy the cool weather, and the golden restraints are set late. When I return to my quilt, the lamp shines on my clothes, and my socks are soaked in water when I cross the quilt.
Anticipate farewell in the autumn before, and sing songs in dreams after separation. ◇Lotus~Wen Tingyun The green pond is swaying to connect with Xingjin, and the orchids are rolled into white apples.
It should be the stockings on the waves of Luo Shen, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant. ◇Leave Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang off in the evening ~ 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. ◇Hibiscus on Qian's Pond~Wen Zhengming In September, flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are off, and the hibiscus is wandering around 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.
It is useless to look at each other in old age, there is a kind of tranquility in the pond. ◇A Prune Cut~Northern Song Dynasty·Li Qingzhao The fragrant red lotus roots linger in the jade mat in autumn, I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returns, the moon is 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 Burns agarwood to relieve the heat. Birds call their eyes, invading the dawn and peeking into the eaves.
On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain dries up, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts them one by one. My hometown is far away, when will I go? He lives in Wumen and has 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. ◇Liantang~Ming Dynasty·Huang Qiong Dongjia Pond in the vast desert, with green trees shading towards the inlet.
The fragrance of brocade can be seen continuously for ten miles, and the west wind and the bright moon return with songs. ◇ Lotus Picking Song ~ Li Yaru The lotus root fields are spread out next to the lake, and the flowers are faintly connected.
Three or five small boats are about to go, singing loudly and picking lotus flowers. ◇ Furong ~ Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty. I pity the few marks of red 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. ◇ Thoughts on Ou Township~Modern · Leisure Article Farewell to the ancient town of Anyi at dawn, boating on the water in Ou Township; the willows on the bank dye the clear stream, and the fragrance of lotus fills the golden autumn.
Being in a foreign land hurts poverty and chaos, but returning to my hometown is full of joy and scenery; people with good political skills and rich people are born, and the hibiscus fairy is happy to come and visit. ◇The South Pavilion is Huai Xin Da in summer~Meng Haoran The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Enjoy the evening coolness by spreading out the air, 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.
◇Untitled·Part 2~Li Shangyin A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond. The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
The Jia family peeked behind the curtain of Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of Wei Wangcai. In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
◇Friends in Summer~Xu Ji The flowing water steps remove the stillness, and you can feel free to sleep alone. The moon is growing in the forest, and the forest is about to dawn, and the rain is like autumn all night.
Recalling Hehuapu from afar, who sings about Du Ruozhou? It may be a good night without dreams, but if there is a dream, we will travel together. ◇Huanxisha·Xue Zhaoyun There is still more to hate than the overwhelming country and the city. How many red tears weep in Gusu, leaning against the wind and staring at the snowy skin.
The sun sets over the mountains and rivers of Lord Wu, the palace of the King of Yue is half flat, and the lotus flowers and water chestnuts are all over the lake. ◇Nanxiangzi·Li Xun Riding on a colorful boat, crossing the lotus pond, singing songs startled the sleeping mandarin ducks.
Wandering girls snuggled up with fragrance and laughed, vying for slimness and folding their lotuses to cover up the evening sunshine. ◇Huanxisha·Li Jing The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the westerly wind is worrying about the blue waves.
Still haggard and haggard as time goes by, unbearable to look at. The drizzle dreamed of returning to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building.
How many tears with infinite hatred, leaning on the railing. ◇How about Sidi Township·Sun Guangxian? More lingering feelings! A shy moth gathers under the everlasting water curtain.
Six pictures of skirts on the ground, with blue waves trailing slightly. See the drizzle and heavy rain all over the ground.
◇Recalling Yuhang·Pan Lang I always remember the lonely mountain. The mountain is like a cluster of black flowers in the center of the lake. The monk's room faces the lake on all sides, and the clear water comes and goes. Lianyun Pavilion is fragrant with the fragrance of wild lotus, and the sound is clear from above.
Don’t let the dust stain people’s clothes, or dream about flying in the air. ◇ Picking mulberry seeds·Ouyang Xiu The West Lake is beautiful after the lotus blooms. When the wine comes, there is no need for flags, but red buildings and green covers in front and behind.
The painting boat is pushed into the depths of the flowers, the fragrance is golden, the mist and rain are slight, and the song returns drunkenly. ◇Linjiangxian·Ouyang Xiu It is raining, raining on the light thunder pond outside the willow. 3. Are there any poems that describe a pond with only two lotus leaves and two lotus flowers?
There is no poem that directly describes a pond with only two lotus flowers.
Numbers in ancient poetry are mostly function words, and specific numbers are rarely clearly stated. For example, three, or twos and threes are like can. For example, nine means a lot.
For example, one often describes being alone and relatively lonely. But you can still find poems that describe the numbers of lotus flowers. For example, "One by one, the lotus is lifted by the wind." You can imagine that there are only two lotus flowers, but in fact it is a sentence describing the swaying of the lotus leaves in sequence when the wind blows.
For poems about lotus flowers and numbers, please refer to the following: ◇Su Muzhe~Northern Song Dynasty·Zhou Bangyan burns agarwood to relieve the summer heat. Birds call their eyes, peeking into the eaves at dawn. The early sun is shining on the leaves. It rains, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts each piece. 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 me, the fisherman, in May? In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furong Po. The lotus-picking song of Wang Changling was cut in a lotus-leaf skirt, and the hibiscus spread out to both sides of the face. I couldn't see it when I entered the pool. I only felt someone coming when I heard the song. Huang Ying'er Chao Buzhi Nanyuan Jiazhi It's the perfect time for summer. In twos and threes, new bamboo shoots emerge from the bamboo shoots. Yiyi invades the house through the eaves. Listen to the chaotic wind of lotus flowers and the fine rain of sycamore trees. In the afternoon, the shadows on the curtains are uneven, the sound of cicadas in the distant forest, and the remnants of a deep dream. Standing still, the past is gone, how could I have lived there for a while? It’s not enough to reflect on the affairs of the world, but to rely on the emotions in dreams. Looking at the tea leaves, a wisp of fragrance lingers on the stick. The strange Taoist said: Tao Qian was the couple of the Emperor Xi. Nian Nujiao and Jiang Kui made a red boat, remember to taste it when they came. Mandarin ducks are lovers. Thirty-six people have not arrived, and the water is wearing countless wind clothes. The green leaves are blowing cool, the jade face sells wine, and the wild rice rain is sprinkled. It shakes beautifully, and the cold fragrance flies up to the poem. At dusk, the green canopy pavilion, the lover If you don’t see me, why don’t you fight to endure Lingbo? I'm just afraid that my dancing clothes will fall off easily due to the cold weather, and I will be worried about the westerly wind in Nanpu. The tall willows are hanging over the sky, and the old fish are blowing the waves. Leave me to live among the flowers. How many fields are there, how many times I return to the sand. The Water Fairy·Ode to Jiangnan·Zhang Yanghao and the Smoke of the River The water shines in the clear blue, and people on both sides of the bank have painted eaves. The autumn light is dim in the lotus bushes, and the sand gulls dance again and again, and the fragrant wind rolls up the ten-mile bead curtain. The painted boats are coming to the horizon, the wine flags are out in the wind, and the love is evil in the south of the Yangtze River. 4. An ancient poem describing lotus
? "Walking off to Lin Zifang at dawn from Jingci Temple" - Yang Wanli - Song Dynasty
Original text:
After all, it is mid-June at West Lake , the scenery is different from the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
? "Jiangnan" - Anonymous - Han Dynasty
Original text:
Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields with lotus leaves.
Fish play among the lotus leaves.
The lotus leaves are to the east, the lotus leaves are to the west, the lotus leaves are to the south, and the lotus leaves are to the north.
? "Lotus Picking Song" - Bai Juyi - Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The water chestnut leaves are lingering in the lotus breeze, and the boat is passing through the depths of the lotus.
When the man wanted to speak, he lowered his head and smiled, while the jade scratched his head and fell into the water.
Please accept, thank you 5. An ancient poem describing the fragrance of lotus beside the pond
"The Winds of the Four Seasons"
The spring breeze can thaw and encourage farming.
The train of the skirt wavers slightly, sending flowers and flowers to each other.
The summer wind blows the grass and trees, and the vitality is rejoicing.
Standing beside the small pond, you can smell the fragrance of lotus across the bank.
The autumn wind is mixed with autumn rain, and the coolness of the night adds a little bit.
The whistling sound is endless, and the fallen leaves dance leisurely.
The winter wind is as fierce as a tiger, and all the study rooms have their windows closed.
It whirls all day long, and the birds are hiding.
"On the side of the small pond, the fragrance of lotus can be smelled across the bank." It writes about the summer wind. On a cool night in summer, the poet is alone by the small pond. The summer wind blows, bringing bursts of lotus flowers on the other side. fragrant.
For reference. 6. What are some poems describing the scene of lotus or lotus pond
? What are the poems that describe lotus flowers? LAAL95 2014-07-13-What is it for? Let me tell you how to search questions by taking photos and get the answers in seconds! Covering all subjects in primary and secondary schools! Other answers are poems about lotus. Jiangnan. Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan. 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 by Wang Changling The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus splayed to 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. At dawn, Jingci sends Lin Zifang off. 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. A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao. The fragrant red lotus roots linger in the jade mat in autumn. I undressed my clothes lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returns, the moon is 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.
Lotus Qing. Shi Tao. The five-inch lotus leaf is delicate and delicate. It sticks to the waves and does not hinder the movement of the boat. When the wind blows in April and May, it can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman. "The Love of Lotus" by Zhou Dunyi of the Song Dynasty There are many lovely flowers among water and land vegetation.
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 emerges from the mud but is not stained, washes the clear ripples without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches, can be viewed from a distance but cannot be played with ◇ Qingyang Ferry ~ Jin·Yuefu, green lotus covers green water, The hibiscus is red and fresh.
There are lotus roots with roots underneath and lotus roots with heads above. ◇Ode to Lotus ~ Southern Dynasties·Liang·Shen Yue 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. ◇Collecting Lotus~Southern Dynasty·Liang·Wu Jun The brocade belt has mixed flowers and flowers, and the robe hangs down the green river.
I asked my son where he was going now, and he 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.
I hope you will return soon and the lotus flowers will bloom. ◇A poem about lotuses~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. When I moved to Yuchi, my roots were not lost.
How to make love with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying ponchos. ◇Ode to the Lotus of One Heart ~ Sui Dynasty Du Gongzhan The lotus blossoms are shining brightly, and the pavilions emerge from the water.
A solitary stem attracts green, and two shadows share dividends. The color captures the song's face, and the fragrance dances in the wind of the clothes.
The name Lotus can be remembered naturally, and the two minds are the same. ◇ Lotus Picking Song ~ Sui Dynasty·Yin Yingtong There are countless companions in the boat, and they help each other when unmooring.
There is no need to wipe off the sweat and powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The floats are moving in disorder, and the boat comes in and leans on the lotus.
Lotus root threads are tied together, and lotus leaves are held into cups.
7. What poem do you most want to recite when you see a pond full of lotus flowers?
Farewell to Lin Zifang at dawn from Jingci Temple Song Yang Wanli After all, the scenery of the 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. Zhaojun's Complaint? Ode to the Rain on the Lotus by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty I dreamed of a small boat at the bottom of the flowers, and the smoke and water of the West Lake were filled with fragrance.
The sound of heavy rain hitting the awning is the beginning of a dream. But Chi He dances in the rain, and the pearls are reunited after being scattered.
They gather into mercury nests and spread clear waves. Lotus Song Yang Wanli Red and white lotus flowers bloom in *** pond, both colors are equally fragrant.
Just like the three thousand women in the Han Dynasty, half were wearing heavy makeup and half were wearing light makeup. Viewing lotus flowers in Yujing Pavilion Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty The lotus fairy first came out of the waves, and it looked childish and timid under the moon.
The jade cover is densely arranged, and the red jade cheek is protected lowly. The Shuijing Palace in the pavilion is surrounded by glazed battlements.
The pearls are floating on the table, and the wine is flowing in the cup. The green pen tip is ready to be tested, and the green paper is wrinkled and folded.
The old turtle is more valuable than money, so he works hard on Tuanye. Suddenly I heard the sound of people walking on their feet and entered the water.
Cooking the Little Lotus Pond by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty. The floating lotus on the side is more covered with moss, and there are several water marks on it. The fish love the newly opened port and go around it thousands of times.
Lian Zi Song Yang Wanli Bees come from the Wan River. Although their wings are gone, they are still insects. It’s not like the honey at the bottom of a lotus nest, which becomes a jade pupa but not a bee.
The Water of the Cutting Lotus Pond by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty. Looking at the cutting pond in the rain, I checked it carefully with the border. Let’s also see how high the water mark is and how long the floating lotus is still.
Bai Lian Song Yang Wanli Newly stretched white hibiscus flowers in the well, sitting and watching the snow-skinned skin peeling off one after another. Fallen flowers float on the water, jade boats stir up chaos in the rivers and lakes.
Only the wasp is not worried about the rain, lying on its back in the wax house with thousands of branches of flowers.
Five poems from "Wandering in the Lotus Pond in the Evening Hot" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty. Chasing the cold is not a distraction, burning eyes and hating half the clouds.
The thin grass shakes its head and suddenly reports to the farmer, its draped lapel catches the west wind. The lotus flower is still sad and hot at dusk, its lower surface is hidden deep in the green umbrella.
The jade gravel and golden sand are so long that there is nowhere to cool off in the summer. Walking alone to the lotus pond, the feng shui will not be fragrant if the lotus does not grow.
Autumn will begin in just a short time, signaling that the remaining summer heat will soon be over. The thin cicada has a lot of energy, and it still refuses to stop singing as the sun sets.
A cloud is rising in the sky, spinning and closing. At first it looked like a pine tree, but suddenly it looked like a willow flower ball.
Picking Mulberries Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty The West Lake is beautiful when the lotus blossoms. When wine comes, there is no need for flags, but red buildings and green canopies in front and behind. The painting boat is pushed into the depths of the flowers, and the fragrance is golden.
The misty rain fell slightly, and the music and songs returned drunkenly. Picking Mulberry Seeds by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty The setting sun shines brightly on the West Lake, Huawu Pingting, the waves are flat for ten hectares, and there is no boat crossing the wild shore.
The floating clouds dispersed above the southwest moon, and the sill was cool. The fragrance of lotus root is clear, and the wind on the water surface wakes you up.
Butterfly Loves Flowers by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty. The water is soaked in the autumn wind and wrinkles the waves, and the misty fairy boat only looks like it is in autumn. I am worried about picking lotuses with dew, but I look at the flowers as if they are crying.
The lotus stems are broken and the silk is not released, and the lotus is broken and tied with silk, which makes me very sad. Don't follow the flowers when you return to the river. There is someone you want to see at the head of the river.
Die Lianhua by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty A handful of heaven and gold powder are greasy, and there is a deep meaning in the heart of the lotus seed. The Italian lotus is beautiful in late autumn, no one will care about the flower.
The young man on the bridge fell into the water, and when he returned home, he held his red sleeveless sleeves without saying a word. The waves are shallow, the lotus heart is round and broken, and there are tears of lovesickness for no reason.
Fisherman's Proud Song Ouyang Xiu One night, the stream was full of autumn water, and lotus flowers bloomed across the south bank of the stream. The stars are greedy for picking up the tender fragrance, their eyes are slow, and they are sparsely returning to the sky. Lang Chuan is coming from the side unknowingly.
Stop mining gold and collect jade wrists, turn around and quickly turn the boat around. The lotus leaves are thick and shallow.
There is no convenience, so I have to show off my face. Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty often remembers that the sunset in the creek pavilion makes me drunk and I don’t know the way back.
Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a group of gulls and herons.
Telling about the closeness of the heart by Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty. The scenery is long and the day is long, and it gradually enters the order of peace and harmony. Elm coins are floating all over the leisure steps, and tender lotus leaves are growing in green marshes.
Looking at the secluded path by the water and the isolated village in the mountains, it is a good place for gardens. The leisure time is quiet, and there are fewer and fewer tourists in Qimo.
Youthful charm, consciously growing old with spring. It's good to pursue the front, but the imperial city is blocked, the horizon is cut off, the dusk clouds and grass are standing in the sky, and the light is still shining.
Licorice Seed Liuyong Song Dynasty Autumn twilight. The lotus is scattered randomly, and it rains down like pearls.
The moon is shining brightly after the rain, and it is cold in Yuanyangpu. On the pond, there is no one to care about, but this is the mood of living alone.
But next to the parrot in the golden cage, I read the words of Fenlang.