Poetry about ancient style Yuhe
1. What are the ancient poems about rain and lotus?
Poems about lotus Jiangnan Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and 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.
You can't see anyone entering the pool, but you can only feel someone coming when you hear the song. 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. 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 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 Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since 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 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 Weigela with mixed flowers and flowers, Luo Yi hanging over 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 urge 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 Dynasties. The golden oar magnolia boat plays the role of picking 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 all colorless, but they are so fragrant.
Yao mats are set up to enjoy the coolness, and golden restraints are left late. When I return to my quilt, the lamp shines on my clothes, and when I cross my socks, they are soaked in water.
I envision 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 root leaves the jade mat in autumn, I gently undress my clothes 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 red and pink marks the most, the small bamboo gate beside the bridge outside the water.
Looking at the photo, I am shocked but also pity myself. 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 stuck in a foreign land hurts poverty and chaos, but returning to my hometown is full of joy and scenery; people with political skills and wealth 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 awoke the sleeping mandarin ducks.
Wandering girls snuggled up with fragrance and laughed, vying to be slim and graceful, 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, slightly trailing blue waves. 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. The fragrance of lotus flowers fills the Lianyun Pavilion, and the sound of clear sounds from the pavilion is heard under the eaves.
Don’t let dust stain people’s clothes, and 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 on the light thunder pond outside the willow. It is raining. 2. What are the poems about rain lotus?
1. It is hard to stop the rain on the leaves of lotus, but there is wind among the branches of pine and juniper. ——Tang Fang Qian's "Gift to the Master"
Explanation: It is difficult to retain rainwater on the water chestnuts and leaves of the lotus, and the wind is blowing between the tall pines and cypresses.
2. The pond is in a mess, and the rain has scattered the lotus leaves. ——"Magpie Stepping on the Branch" by Feng Yansi of the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: The pond was in a mess, the rain fell, and the lotus flowers were broken.
3. Birds throw smoke in the dim color, and the autumn sound brings rain and lotus.
——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Xunyang Qiuhuai Presented to Xu Mingfu"
Definition: There is a bird in the night, and among the sounds of autumn there is the sound of rain hitting lotus.
4. The lotuses in the pond are fragrant after the rain, and the grass in the garden is deep and long in spring. ——Liu Yuxi of Tang Dynasty, "Send off the envoy of Zhou Dynasty to leave Yuzhou and return to Yingzhou Villa"
Explanation: The lotus in the pond is fragrant after the rain, and the grass in the courtyard grows as long as a ribbon.
5. The chrysanthemums are blooming with autumn water, and the lotus flowers are dancing with the sound of rain. ——Xu Hun of the Tang Dynasty, "Farewell to Ancestor Cui of the same year"
Definition: The gorgeous chrysanthemums are filled with autumn rain, and the lotus flowers are mixed with the sound of rain.
6. The lotus leaves are half withered after rain. ——Li Xun of the Tang Dynasty, "Linjiang Immortal"
Explanation: Half of the water chestnuts of the lotus have withered after the rain.
7. The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain. ——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, "Staying in Luo's Pavilion to Care for Cui Yonggun"
Interpretation: The autumn is gloomy and frosty everywhere, leaving withered lotus flowers to listen to the sound of rain.
8. Carrying the rain through the lotus marsh and down to the bamboo village in the mist. ——Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, "Remembering the Four Rhymes of Zhupo"
Interpretation: The rain passed by the lotus pond, and wisps of smoke swirled and filled the small mountain village.
9. The poplar flowers on both sides of the bank are turning into snow in the wind, and the lotus leaves in the pond are raining into beads. ——"Sentences" by Chen Run of the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: The poplar flowers on both sides of the bank looked like snow when blown by the wind, and the rainwater on the lotus leaves in the entire pond turned into beads.
10. It rains outside the bamboo window in the middle of the night, and the pond is full of lotus leaves. ——Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty, "Sending People to Huaihai"
Explanation: It started to rain outside the bamboo window in the middle of the night, and the whole pond was filled with the sound of swaying lotus leaves. 3. Ancient sentences describing rain
Beautiful sentences describing rain 1. There are countless people who know that they love rain, and the articles about rain and rain are as vast as smoke, but I am still a person who loves rain. , I had a different feeling about rain, so I wrote about it.
2. When I write these words, the rain is still falling, and I can’t help but feel a little sad about spring. Unknowingly, spring has deepened, and summer is silent. Coming. Isn't this how youth grows old slowly, and dreams pass away quietly like this... 3. Rain is like flowers, grass and trees. Whether it can become a scenery depends on people's mood.
No matter who sees it, the rain comes after a long drought, but it is beautiful; but when the rain falls, the dike breaks and the water floods, who is not upset by it? 4. Rain is a gift from God, a sweet spring that benefits the world. It makes all things lush and full of vitality. If there was no rain, what would the world be like? The desert is spread all over, dust storms are raging, and the wind and sand are flying; there are no traces of birds, it is difficult to find the shadows of animals, and even a trace of green cannot be found, and life is disappearing here. How terrifying and terrible it would be. 5. The rain is getting heavier, room.
Beautiful sentences describing rain 1. There are countless people who know that they love rain, and the articles about rain and rain are as vast as smoke, but I am ultimately a rain-loving person, and I have a different view of rain. Just write down your feelings. 2. When I write these words, the rain is still falling, and I can’t help but feel a little sad about spring. Unknowingly, spring has deepened, and summer has come silently.
Youth grows old slowly like this, and dreams fade away quietly... 3. Rain is like flowers, grass and trees. Whether it can become a scenery depends on people's mood. When a long drought meets the rain, no matter who sees it, it is beautiful; but when the rain falls, the embankments break and the water floods, who is not upset by it? 4. Rain is a gift from God, a sweet spring that benefits the world. It makes everything lush and full of vitality. If there was no rain, what would the world be like? The desert is spread all over, dust storms are raging, and the wind and sand are flying; there are no traces of birds, it is difficult to find the shadows of animals, and even a trace of green cannot be found, and life is disappearing here. How terrifying and terrible it would be.
5. The rain is getting heavier. On the roofs and on the streets, a layer of white rain and mist splashes, like a misty white gauze. At this time, a gust of wind blew over, and the white gauze floated away, and the raindrops hit the stagnant water on the street diagonally, stirring up splashes of water.
6. The rain falls from the sky to every corner. The raindrops are like crystal clear pearls, which is very beautiful. Raindrops fell from the eaves, walls, and leaves, just like broken beads, and finally connected together to form a water column.
7. Rain has different scenery in the eyes of different people; just like the mountains and rivers in front of you, there are a thousand scenery for a thousand people. Some people like rain, some hate it, some sigh, some are crazy about it, and they have different feelings.
8. The thin raindrops slowly fell into the water, making ripples. The wind blows in the setting sun, and there is a touch of bright red.
The lotus is moving, the leaves are making waves, the raindrops are making the pond sing, the rain and lotus accompany the sunset overnight, and the autumn water ripples thousands of miles in the morning. 9. There are many rain scenes I love: the pattering in front of the window during the spring dream on a spring night; the sound of heavy raindrops hitting banana leaves; the mist-like rain wisps on people's faces; the thunderstorm splashed from the electric light but the sound of rain. God, I love it the most.
Although it is gray, it is transparent; it contains a silent expectation. And from somewhere in the clouds, a clear bird call floated.
10. It is raining, and there is melancholy in the air. An inexplicable melancholy locks my eyebrows. Thousands of worries cannot contain the fear in my heart. Beware of such a silent fear, it will be torn into pieces without healing. I tried to hide it, but the situation only made me more frightened. 11. The rains of the four seasons are also different due to different seasons and seasonal changes.
Chun Yu is regarded as the most beautiful and exquisite, just like the shy and coquettish singing of a young girl; Chun Yu is also the most loved by literati. Famous sentences such as "Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen", "The fine rain in the sky is silent", "Apricot blossoms spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River", etc. are all praises to spring rain.
The dripping woman in "Rain Alley" probably came in the spring rain. The hottest one is Xia Yu. It is like a strong man sweating freely, with a hearty and joyful feeling; it comes fiercely and leaves quickly, and it is straightforward and never sloppy.
It not only irrigates the fields and moistens the seedlings, but also brings the slightest coolness to people in the scorching heat. People are clear about its merits and demerits.
12. We need to treat the glitz and bustle of the world with a normal heart, and the same is true for rain. Only by getting rid of impetuosity and being more calm can we appreciate its interesting and poetic state. , feel its subtlety and beauty. 13. In the autumn rain, Liu Yong's mood was so desolate and helpless.
Li Yian also told her loneliness, sadness and sorrow in her "Autumn Love", "The sycamore trees also drizzled, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, there is no word for sadness. have to!".
In fact, what do human joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows have to do with rain? Winter rain seems to be rare, and even fewer people like it. But I feel that it is like a few drops of clear tears shed by a strong man who broke his wrist without frowning and will never come back. It has a kind of coldness, fortitude, tragedy and heroism.
It makes people feel some respect sincerely. 14. The south of the Yangtze River is rainy, and as someone who was born in the rainy south of the Yangtze River, I have to say that I am very familiar with the rain. It should be said that I should have turned a blind eye to it and been indifferent to it.
But I have a sense of surprise and novelty about rain. Every rainy day, I always love to wander in the rain, letting the sweet and pure rain sprinkle on my body and soak into my skin; it washes away the dust and darkness in my heart, making my mood clean and bright.
15. The wind carries the rain stars, as if searching for something on the ground, bumping randomly from east to west. As soon as the pedestrians found a shelter from the rain, the rain started to fall.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and soon it was like pouring water. Look at the rain in the sky really like a big waterfall! A gust of wind blows, and the rain, which is as dense as a waterfall, is blown away by the wind like smoke, fog, and dust. 16. The wind is blowing loudly and the rain is falling.
Looking closer, there is not even a soul on the street. The white flowers are all water, and it has become a flowing river, with countless water splashes vying to bloom on it; looking from a distance, the buildings and trees are all white. Vaguely. 17. Big raindrops fell on the ground, splashing water, and the water splashes were like small fountains.
When the water splash fell on the ground, it turned into small bubbles. The small bubbles looked like small transparent hats. 4. Ancient poems about lotus
Jiangnan
You can pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, where the lotus leaves are in the fields.
Fish play among the lotus leaves, fish play with the lotus leaves in the east,
The fish plays with the lotus leaves to the west, the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the south, and the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the north.
Wang Changling's song of picking lotus
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color. The hibiscus opens to both sides of the face.
When you enter the pool, you can't see it. When you hear the song, you feel that someone is coming.
At dawn, Jingci sends Yang Wanli off to the forest.
After all, West Lake In the middle of June, the scenery 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 my clothes lightly and board the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sends brocade books? 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 comes to my heart.
The lotus is clear. The stone waves
The five-inch lotus leaf is delicate, and it sticks to the waves without hindering the movement of the painting boat;
Meet the four or five winds The moon can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman. 5. What are the sentences that describe "rain and lotus"?
The sentences that describe "rain and lotus" are:
1. The mist of the West Lake is vast, A hundred acres of windy pond, ten miles of lotus fragrance.
2. It rained ten miles across the pond, the lotus fragrance was fine, and the wind was clear.
3. Carrying the rain through the lotus marsh and down to the bamboo village in the mist.
4. Revisit the old days. The tourists are gone, the rain is heavy, the wind is strong, and the sun is setting.
5. Birds throw smoke in the dark color, and the autumn sound brings rain and lotus.
6. In autumn, the wild bananas are half-cracked by the wind, littering the pond, and the rain is sparse and the lotuses are broken.
7. Remember to go down the road from Tongbo Pavilion and draw a boat back to the place where the rain and lotus sounds.
8. There is light thunder outside the pond, and it is raining on the pond. The sound of raindrops and the sound of broken lotuses are heard. The west corner of the small building is broken by a bright rainbow. I lean on the railing and wait for the moon to shine.
9. Once, I was walking through a lotus pond in the rain. Green clouds stretched across the pond, and a half-opened red lotus stood out among them.
10. The sky is raining heavily but it is vast. There is such a red lotus in the vast and unreachable gray! Like a fire about to light up, like a can of color about to be poured out! I stood by the pool. Although I didn't want to catch the moon, I almost lost my footing.
11. The lotus flowers, nestled tightly against the round green lotus leaves, appear more delicate, elegant, charming and lovely under the gentle rain.
12. Among the green leaves, a branch of lotus stands gracefully, like a shy girl, with a blushing face and a slight smile.
13. I was stunned for a moment by this red lotus, which seemed to be unable to open and could not speak. It was a red lotus that was not yet red and was not yet fragrant!
14. Under the moonlight, the jasper-like lotus leaves stand upright in the water, connected together, so intimate.
15. A friend called and invited me to visit the park site. There are a few slanting winds and rain, and a few crescent willow branches. Walking to Jinchun Garden, I stood looking at the lotus pond. The lotus welcomes me, and I am so graceful that I am infatuated with myself. 6. Poems and words that describe smoke, rain, and lotus, it is best to use classical words
Rain:
The sycamore tree, the rain in the middle of the night, does not mean separation from love and suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky. "Geng Liu Zi" by Wen Tingyun
There was a thunder under the feet of the tourists, and the crowd was filled with stubborn clouds that could not be cleared away. It was dark outside and the wind blew across the sea, and flying rain came across the river from eastern Zhejiang. Su Shi's "Heavy Rain in Youmeitang"
I haven't heard of the solitary guest all night, and I hear the sound of rain in my ears. There are plantains outside the green gauze window. "Huanxi Sand" by Chao Buzhi
It rained and the wind blew violently last night, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after sleeping heavily. Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream"
The sycamore trees are drizzling even more, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit.
This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important! Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice"
A young man is listening to Yuge upstairs, under the dim tent with red candles. A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese cry out in the west wind. Now, listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's hut, there are already stars on his temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping from moment to moment until dawn. Jiang Jie's "Yu Meiren"
Lotus:
Lotus leaf cup Wen Tingyun
The Chu girl wants to return to Nanpu,
Morning rain, wet Sad red.
The small boat ripples into the flowers,
The waves rise, separated by the west wind.
Lotus Leaf Cup Wei Zhuang
The most beautiful woman is so rare that she enchants the country.
There is no hope of seeing her under the flowers.
A pair of sad eyebrows,
I can’t bear to think more.
Idlely covering the green screen with golden phoenixes, lingering dreams,
Luo Mu’s painting hall is empty.
There is no road in the blue sky and it is difficult to pass through.
The old house is melancholy.
Showers hit the new lotus Yuan Haowen
The green leaves are dense, and the ponds, pavilions and water pavilions are all over the place, but it is much cooler.
The pomegranates have just begun to bloom, with clusters of red flowers.
The young swallows and warblers are chattering, and the tall willows are singing in harmony with the cockroaches.
After a sudden rain, pearls were scattered all over the new lotuses.
There are only a few hundred years in life. Think of the good times and beautiful scenery, and rest in vain.
There is no need to go through all the trouble of trying to achieve predetermined determination.
I ordered my friends to invite guests to enjoy the feast, and drank softly and sang softly to her.
Even if he is drunk, let him have two rounds of the sun and the moon, coming and going like a shuttle.
Smoke:
Walking on the sand
Qinguan
The tower is lost in the fog, the moon is lost in the river, and the Taoyuan is nowhere to be found.
It is worth noting that the lonely pavilion is closed in the cold spring, and the setting sun is setting in the sound of cuckoos.
The plum blossoms are sent by post, and the fish pass on the ruler. There are countless hates built into it.
Fortunately, the Chenjiang River flows around Chenshan Mountain. For whom does it flow down to Xiaoxiang?
"Fog"
——Li Qiao, Tang Dynasty
Duke Cao was fascinated by Chu Ze, and Emperor Han came out of Pingcheng.
The demonic atmosphere of Zhuolu is quiet, and the color of Danshan is bright.
Smoke-like flying is slightly heavier, but rain-like flying is lighter.
If it is not a bear sign, I would rather think about the love of a mysterious leopard.
"Ode to the Mist"
——Dong Sigong of the Tang Dynasty
Cangshan is silent at dusk, and the green view is about to sink.
Leopards hide in the morning in Zhongnan, and monkeys sing at night in Wu Gorge.
The weather is cold and the scenery is dark and dark.
After visiting the public supermarket, I will go to Huayin.
"Ode to the Fog"
——Su Weiwei of the Tang Dynasty
The mist rises from the cave and gullies, and leads to the flat area in the distance.
At first glance, it seems to contain a dragon sword, but it is also suspected to reflect a mirage.
The forest is dense with rain, and the path is filled with smoke.
Fang Xie Gong surpassed the step and finally followed Yan Fu.
"The distant mountains are clear and green with mist"
——Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty
The remaining clouds cover the green ridge, and the evening mist hangs in the sky.
The belt is completely blue, and the clouds are half red.
It seems that the first moon is separated and the morning breeze is blowing.
Also because they are three miles apart, the crowns and covers are connected to each other.