1. Poems about praising teachers, and there must be lotus or lotus flowers in the poems (you can also write your own)
Spring silkworms will die when they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before they shed tears. Qian 1, your work is in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
2. Your position will never change, but your footprints are all over the world; your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last for a hundred years. 3. On our way from childishness to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you use the torch of life to clear the way for us.
4. The spring breeze of teachers bathes my heart every day. 5. A good teacher is better than ten thousand books.
6. Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened so much confusion, nurtured so much self-confidence, ignited so much youth, and destroyed so much ambition. 7. The silver hair of the crane reflects the sun and the moon, and the fervent heart fertilizes new flowers.
8. Once a teacher, always a father. 9. All these gifts are from my teacher.
10. Gardener, a noble title, I wish you a world full of peaches and plums, and spring sunshine everywhere. 11. Rivers push us to the vast sea, and dawn brings us bright mornings; dear teacher, you lead us to a magnificent life.
12. Teacher, people say that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland. It is better to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation. 13. Teachers are cultivators and sowers of beauty.
It is you who shine with your beautiful sunshine and moisturize with your beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers. 14. Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You----teacher's love is the greatest and most pure in the world.
15. Teacher, the light of wisdom emanating from us will always shine with the spark ignited by you yourself. Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; but I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
It is you who support the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light to your descendants! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words - burning! Keep burning! The classes you taught are so rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to have opened a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful new world... Ah, with you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is so beautiful. Full of spring! Teacher, open the window and take a look. This garden full of spring scenery, this garden full of peaches and plums, are all saluting you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful flowers of soul bloom? Teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty.
It is you who shine with your beautiful sunshine and moisturize with your beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are filled with green grass and blooming flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart! You are more like the unknown tree roots, which make the young trees grow sturdily and make the branches full of abundant fruits, but do not ask for any reward. You gave us a ruler of life, allowing us to measure it every day; you gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we have role models to learn from everywhere.
You are the bridge that connects us to the severed mountains, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff. When a seedling needs a glass of water, he will never give him a bucket of water; and when he needs a bucket of water, he will never give him a glass of water.
Giving at the right time and in the right amount is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is also your art of education.
Regardless of hard work, the peach tree will lose its essence when it is ripe, and the plum tree will be ripe with poor skills. It is easy to plant flowers but difficult to cultivate people. The fragrance of flying in the valley is extraordinary, the world is filled with poems, paintings, and talented people are all smiling.
Teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow power... Sow with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, moisten with hard work, this is us Dear teacher, noble labor. You work today, but you are building the future of the motherland; you teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the student is the sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over the years, the sand becomes a particle A pearl, shining brightly. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you treasure them in your heart and just look at the field to be developed.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And dedicate it to you, my teacher with a broad mind and profound knowledge.
Teachers are the fire, igniting the fire of students' hearts; teachers are stone steps, supporting students to climb up step by step.
You are like a candle, although it is thin, you have some heat and some light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself.
This selfless dedication will never be forgotten. The language of your lectures is as sweet as the tinkling mountain springs, as friendly as the gurgling creeks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers... Spring silkworms have never said anything they boast about in their lives, and the silver thread they spit out is the ruler to measure the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest praise for you. Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and most noble in the world.
The value of a firefly lies in using the lamp hanging on its tail to shine on others; your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others. Who spreads the rain and dew all over the earth? Who works hard to nurture the seedlings? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one doesn’t have your hard work on it, and which one doesn’t have your smile on it! The classes you taught are so rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful new world... Ah, with you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is so beautiful. Full of spring! Teacher, open the window and take a look. This garden full of spring scenery, this garden full of peaches and plums, are all saluting you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful flowers of soul bloom? Teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the seed of hope and happiness. 2. Verses praising teachers and students with lotus flowers, urgent use
From: "Giving Lotus Flowers" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The flowers and leaves in the world are not in harmony, and the flowers enter the golden basin and the leaves become dust.
There are only green lotuses and red lotuses, which are open and closed freely.
This flower and this leaf grow in harmony with each other, the green becomes redder and the red fades, and the sadness kills people!
Vernacular translation:
People in the world have different views on flowers and leaves. They plant flowers in beautiful golden pots, but ignore the flowers and leaves and let them fall into the soil and turn into dust. .
Only the lotus has red flowers and green leaves. The lotus leaves are curled and relaxed, and the lotus flowers are open and closed. The contrast is so perfect and natural.
Lotus and lotus leaves have always complemented each other. It is so sad when the lotus leaves fall and the lotus withers.
Extended information:
"Giving Lotus" is a seven-character ancient poem written by Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The first four sentences of this poem contrast the lotus with other flowers, highlighting the special beauty of the matching and complementing lotus leaves. The deeper meaning is to show that he and the woman are a match made in heaven; the last two sentences write The poet's expectations also describe the poet's hidden worries.
The whole poem is euphemistic and implicit, with an elegant style, profound thoughts and intriguing thoughts.
Baidu Encyclopedia - Gift of Lotus 3. Teacher homework: Find a few poems or words about lotus, urgent use
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.
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 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 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 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 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 undressed my clothes lightly, and got 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, 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 is endless 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 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 The country and the city are overwhelmed by hatred. 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 on the light thunder pond outside the willows, and the sound of raindrops breaking the lotus. 4. Is there a collection of ancient poems about lotus?
Wang Changling’s lotus-leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus blooms on both sides of her 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 the 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 in the Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao took off the red lotus root fragrance and the jade mat in the autumn, lightly undressed his clothes, and got into 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. The five-inch lotus leaves on Shitao are delicate and delicate. They stick to the waves and do not hinder the movement of the painting. When the wind blows in April and May, they 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 on land and water.
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 ~ Liang Shen of the Southern Dynasties The 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. ◇Collecting lotuses ~ Liang and Wu Jun of the Southern Dynasty, with brocade belts and assorted flowers, and robes 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~There are tiny grasses in Jiang Hongzepi, which can bloom and bear fruit again.
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 the Same Heart ~ Sui Dynasty Du Gongzhan saw the lotus blooming brightly, and the pavilions emerged 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. ◇The Lotus Picking Song ~ Sui Dynasty Yin Yingtong had numerous companions while boating, and they helped each other when they untied the ropes.
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)~Tang Dynasty Li Bai The green lotus grows in the secluded 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 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 receive a gift~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty waded into the river to play in the autumn water, and loved the fresh red lotus seeds.
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. ◇The lotus flowers and Li Shangyin are all colorless, but they have no fragrance.
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 sways and connects with Xingjin, and the rolling orchids merge into the white apples.
It should be the stockings on the waves of Luo Shen, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant. ◇Leaving Jingci Temple to see off Lin Zifang 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's September is when the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are closed, and the hibiscus lingers in 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 Cut of Plum Blossoms~Northern Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao took off the fragrant lotus roots and leftover jade mats in the autumn, lightly undressed his clothes, and boarded an 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 burned 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, 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·Huangqiong Dongjia Pond in the vast desert, with green trees shading towards the inlet.
The fragrance of brocade is endless for ten miles, and the west wind and the bright moon return with songs. ◇Lotus Picking Song~Li Yaru's lotus root fields are spread out next to the lake, with faintly connected dots of red flowers.
Three or five small boats are about to go, singing loudly and picking lotus flowers. ◇ Furong ~ Qing Dynasty Zheng Banqiao pities the few red and pink marks 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. ◇Thinking of Lotus Root Village~Modern · In my spare time, I bid farewell to the ancient town of Anyi at dawn. I can row a boat on the water in Lotus Root Township; the willows on the bank are dyed green and the clear stream water is green, and the fragrance of lotus is refreshing in 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 so beautiful 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 The east wind blew 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.
◇Happy friends in summer~Xu Ji's flowing water steps eliminate the silence, and sleep alone is free. 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 is still full of hatred for the 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 rode a colorful boat and crossed the lotus pond. He roused the sleeping mandarin ducks from their sleep by singing.
Wandering girls snuggled up with fragrance and laughed, vying for slimness and folding their lotuses to cover up the evening sunshine. ◇Huanxisha·Li Jing's lotus flowers are fragrant and the green 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 always remembers 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 flowers bloom. When wine comes, there is no need for flags, but red banners 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. ◇Linjiang Immortal·Ouyang Xiuliu It is raining on the light thunder pond outside, and the sound of raindrops is heard as the lotuses are broken.
The west corner of the small building is broken by a rainbow. The place where I lean against the wall is waiting for the moon to be born.
Swallows fly to peek at the painted building, and jade hooks hang down the curtains. The cool waves will not move and the mat will be flat.
There are two pillows of water essence, with a fallen hairpin beside them. ◇Licorice seed·Liu Yong is sprinkled randomly at dusk in autumn. 5. Poems about the lotus, He Qing
1. "The Book of Songs. National Style" There are Fusu in the mountains
There are Fusu in the mountains, and there are lotus flowers in the sky.
If you don’t see Zidu, you will see madness.
Self-translated poetic meaning:
There are small trees on the mountain, and lotus flowers are in full bloom in the swamp.
No beautiful man is seen in the city. , but met a frivolous madman.
2. "The Book of Songs. National Style" Zepi
In the Zepi, there are cattails and lotuses.
There is a beautiful person. , what kind of injury is it.
Sleeping in inaction, tears pouring down.
Self-translated poetic meaning:
By the marsh waterside, cattails and lotus flowers grow side by side. < /p>
There is a beautiful man there, how will I act coquettishly.
The long sleepless night, with tears and snot thrown away.
The lotus appears in the "Book of Songs". Although it is a borrowed scene , is also the origin of lotus poems in the past dynasties. Therefore, it is selected.
3. "Li Sao" (excerpt) Pre-Qin Dynasty. Qu Yuan
Make lotus flowers to make clothes, and gather hibiscus to make clothes; < /p>
I didn’t know it was already here, but I still love you and believe in it! < /p>
4. Jiangnan Han. Yuefu
You can pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves.
Fish play among the lotus leaves.
Fish play The lotus leaf is to the east, the fish is playing with the lotus leaf to the west.
The fish is playing with the lotus leaf to the south, and the fish is playing with the lotus leaf to the north.
5. Qingyang Crossing Jin, Yuefu
The green lotus covers the green water, and the hibiscus is covered with red.
There are lotus roots with double roots below, and lotus flowers with double heads above. 6. Write a poem praising the lotus
Xiaochi Yang Wanli Spring Eye Silently cherish the trickle, love the clear and soft water under the shade of the tree.
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 away from Jinghu Lake, there are lotus blossoms. In May, Xishi is harvested, and people look at it like a narrow path.
Returning to the boat without waiting for the moon, he returned to the Yue Wang family. Seeing 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 turned over the lotus in Jiangpu, and is here in this life.
If the leaves of wild rice grow long and the fragrant roots grow, who will migrate? The dew and the culvert are both fresh and green, and they are 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 by Li Bai A girl picking lotus by the Ruoye River laughs as she picks lotus flowers and listens to people's words.
The sun shines on the new makeup, the water is bright, and the wind is fragrant and the clothes 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 hiss and the flowers fall away, and the wind blows the wind and breaks the heart.
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 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. Lotus Qing. Shi Tao. The five-inch lotus leaves are delicate and delicate. They stick to the waves and do not hinder the movement of the painting. When the wind blows in April and May, they can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman.
Qingyang Ferry Jin·Yuefu The green lotus covers the green water, and the hibiscus is covered with fresh red. There are lotus roots with roots underneath and lotus with heads above.
Ode to Lotus by Shen Yue of Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties The gentle breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the gentle dew touches the red house. The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red.
Song of Summer, Southern Dynasties·Liang·Xiao Yan Lotus flowers bloom in the south of the Yangtze River, and red flowers cover the clear water. The color is the same and the heart is the same; the lotus roots are different but the heart is the same.
Lotus Picking Song by Xiao Gang, Liang Dynasty, Southern Dynasties The evening sun shines on Kongji, and the lotus picking bears the evening glow. The wind blows and the lake becomes difficult to cross, but the lotus flowers are many and not yet thin.
The hibiscus falls, the boat moves and the egrets fly. The lotus silk wraps around the wrist, and the water chestnut holds the clothes far away.
Ode to Hibiscus by Xiao Gang, Liang Dynasty, Southern Dynasties The round flower has a curled stem and half-hearted leaves. The shadow is half shining, and butterflies are lingering in the fragrance.
Happy to follow the dew point of jade, not to be urged by the autumn wind. Ode to the Hibiscus of the Same Heart by Zhu Chao of Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties The green mountains are beautiful and the scenery of the morning is beautiful, and the peaks of Yuan Dynasty are bright at night.
Before reaching the clear pond, the red lotus leaves came out of the room together. The sun is divided into two pedicle shadows, and the wind combines with the rain and the fragrance of flowers.
The fish is frightened by the broken lotus, and the turtle is hindered by the lotus growth. The clouds and rain flow are light and moist, and the vegetation is hidden and auspicious.
I sing songs across the river, but whoever sees them is wearing clothes. Ode to the Hibiscus 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 by Guo Zhen of the Tang Dynasty The face is greasy and fragrant, and it seems to be sentient. Nothing in the world can compare to lightness.
Concubine Xiang looked at the pond after the rain, and put crystals in the jasper plate. Lotus Picking Song by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty. The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus is spread out to both sides of the face.
I couldn’t see anyone entering the pool, but when I heard the song, I realized someone was coming. Qu Chi Qi Tang·Lu Zhaolin The floating incense surrounds the curved bank, and the round shadow covers the Hua Chi.
I am often afraid that the autumn wind will come early and you will not know how it will drift. If you break the lotus, you will get a gift. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty waded into the river and played in the autumn water, loving 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 Picking Song by Li Kangcheng of the Tang Dynasty. When I go to pick lotuses, the moon sets and the spring dawns on the river.
In the center of the water are green thin red sleeves, green lotus seeds and fragrant clothes. When the clouds rise and the wind rises, the road back is long.
The road back is long, so it will take a long time. Everyone returns to the boat and waves their hands. Ode to Dew Drops by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty A drop of dew on the autumn lotus falls into the sky on a clear night.
On the jade plate in the future, you may not know the circle until you know it. Pond Pond by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty Mo Dao Po Po Pond could not be built, but the first lotus root shoots were already planted.
From now on, Mr. Yu must remember to come and listen to the sound of rustling leaves. The pool is light and the sky is bright and green, and only a few bottles of water are added after lapping the shore.
Let’s wait until the bright moon goes out at night and try to see how many stars there are in the sky. Chongtailian Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty The green lotus curls up in the cool breeze at dawn, and the red calyx blooms lingering in the purple.
The two Han and Gao girls competed with each other in smiling faces, while the two concubines in Xiangpu looked sad at the same time. The hibiscus comes out of the water. The beauty of Shu is beautiful by Jia Mo of the Tang Dynasty, and the red posture reflects the green duckweed.
The wind blows and the waves blow, and the morning comes out of the swamp. The shadow first greets the sun, and the fragrance attacks people secretly.
It is covered with thousands of shallow leaves alone, and does not compete with hundreds of flowers in spring. The fish are playing in various ways, and the turtles are swimming in new patterns.
If you can mine the river, you will no longer be confused. New Lotus Tang. Li Qunyu Eighty-nine leaves in the field, scattered green at the beginning of the pond.
The tender blue water is level, and the round shade has covered the fish. The duckweed cannot cover it, and the weak waterweed is still sparse.
Half at the bottom of the spring waves, my heart is not yet relaxed. Gift of Lotus by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty The flowers and leaves in the world are inconsistent, and the flowers enter the golden basin and the leaves become dust.
There are only green lotuses and red lotuses, which are open and closed freely. This flower and this leaf grow in harmony with each other, the green becomes redder and the red fades, the sadness kills people.
Lotus by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty The green pond is connected to the stars, and the orchids are rolled into the white duckweed. It should be the stockings of Luo Shenbo, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant.
White Lotus, Tang Dynasty. Lu Guimeng. The plain flowers are mostly covered with flowers, but they are not beautiful. This flower ends in Yaochi. Who can see ruthlessness and hatred? When the moon is clear and the wind is about to fall.
Chongtai Lotus by Pi Rixiu of the Tang Dynasty. The red color is overwhelming, and the edge of each leaf is half a meter of gold. You have to teach him, Concubine Shui, that the two elements are one heart.
Ode to the Two-Blooming Lotus by Liu Shang of the Tang Dynasty. In the west, the Galing bird is picked and painted, flying up to the pond in the morning and evening.
Lotus Leaves by Zheng Gu of the Tang Dynasty. The water splashing in the boat is different and green, leaning against the sill, the wind shakes the handle and the handle is fragrant. Thank you to the people of Huansha for remaining intact in the rain.
Bai Lian Song Dynasty. Yang Yi In the middle of the night last night, Chang'e fell from the hosta. Feng Yi didn't dare to accept it and held out Bi Boxin.
Lotus Leaf by Ouyang Xiu, Song Dynasty. The wind blows on the surface of the pond, and the leaves are exposed between the waves.
Who spreads a green cover on the water, but wears red makeup and sings about picking lotuses.
Lotus, Song Dynasty. Wen Tong. Golden and red bloom like a mirror, half green curls like a cup. Who is the force of the returning wind, and the fragrance comes to your face.
Lotus Leaves Su Shi, Song Dynasty The fields resist the morning sun, lying in the spring water year after year; the leaves are spread out in disorder, and the fish roe is reported when they move frequently. Lotus by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. I was greedy to see the green cover with red makeup, but I didn't realize that there was a night of frost by the lake.
The secrets of scrolling are removed from the brocade, and the autumn scenery is written by teaching horses. Thousand-leaf Red Lotus by Hong Shi of the Song Dynasty. The steps have Lingbo socks and the palms are dew-bearing plates.
I still think there are few flowers, but the thousand leaves reflect the red column. Dreaming of Lotus Flowers in the Vast Land by Lu You, Song Dynasty. The wind is boundless and the road is vast. I am an old writer named Feng Lulang, the King of the Moon.
I only use a thousand bottles as a monthly salary because I dislike the smell of copper and the fragrance of flowers. Two days after the beginning of autumn, rafting on the Yuelai River by Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty. The west wind first entered the creek and the sails weaved ripples in light blue.
Walking to Naohua, there is no water surface, and the red lotus is intoxicated with the white lotus. Lotus by Wang, Song Dynasty The white lotus roots are blooming in the autumn wind, and I can’t bear to sleep anymore.
The evening clouds bring rain and fly back quickly, and I go to the west window to spend the night in sorrow. Farewell to Lin Zifang after leaving Jingci Temple at dawn Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty After all, in June, the scenery of the 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.
Lotus in the Rain by Du Yan of the Song Dynasty A beautiful lady with a green cover stands near the water, her sandalwood powder is unevenly fragrant and wet with sweat. A gust of wind blew up the blue waves, causing the pearls to fall apart.
Lotus, Song Dynasty. Yang Xunzhai. The green roof and red building shine brightly in the sun, and the beauties of the West Lake gather with the immortals. The brocade is removed from the shop ten miles away, and the boat is painted with a graceful and fragrant demeanor.