What is Yang Wanli's poem about graceful lotus flowers?
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.
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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?