"The Bodhisattva Barbarian/The hills overlap and the golden light disappears"

Wen Tingyun

The hills overlap and the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples want to cover the fragrant snow on the cheeks.

I’m too lazy to paint my eyebrows, too late to put on makeup and wash up.

Looking at flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflect each other.

Newly embroidered Luo Ru, both golden partridges.

Magpie Bridge Immortal

Qin Guan

The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back.

If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?

Will enter the wine

Li Bai

If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return.

Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.

If you are proud of life, you must have all the fun, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.

I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent.

It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking.

A song with you, please listen to me.

The bells, drums, food and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time.

Since ancient times, all the sages and sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.

In the old days, King Chen used to have banquets, fights and banquets.

What does the master mean when he has less money? It is up to you to sell it.

The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and we will sell the eternal sorrow with you.

Poetry describing lotus

"Jiangnan"

Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves.

The fish plays between the lotus leaves, the fish plays with the lotus leaves to 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.

"Qingyang Ferry" Jin Yuefu

Green lotus covers green water, and hibiscus is covered with red and fresh flowers. There are lotus roots with roots underneath and lotus with heads above.

"Fuchsia" Lu Yun of Jin Dynasty

The green house contains green fruits, and the gold bars hang white. Pitching and tilting with the wind, the clear stream shines brightly.

"Cai Ling Poems" Southern and Northern Dynasties·Jiang Yan

My heart is full of beauty in autumn, and I look at the green lotus in the fresh water. Purple water chestnut can also be harvested to try to relieve depression. Under thousands of scattered leaves, in front of hundreds of flowing streams. The high scenery overflows the valley, and the fragrance is beautiful in Guangchuan. Singing a female tune, dancing into the Jiangnan strings.

"Lotus Picking Song" Emperor Yuan of Liang

The little girl of Biyu came to marry the King of Runan. The lotus flowers are messy, and the lotus leaves are mixed with fragrance. Because I am a gentleman, I am willing to wear lotus clothes.

"Summer Song" 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.

"Two Lotus Picking Songs" by Emperor Jianwen of Liang Dynasty (Xiao Gang)

The evening sun shines on the sky, and the lotus picking bears the evening light. The difficulty of the lake rises in the wind, and the lotus leaves are not too few to pick. 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.

I often hear that the lotus is cute, and I want to pick it and make it into a skirt. The leaves are slippery, leaving no pimples, and the heart is busy without false smoke. Who can be happy with Qian Chun, only my concubine follows you.

"Ode to the Lotus" by Shen Yue of Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties

The breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the gentle dew blows in the red house. The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red.

"Picking Lotus" Southern Dynasties·Liang·Wu Jun

The brocade belt has mixed flowers, and the robe hangs down the green river. Asked where he was going now, he went out to collect 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.

"Song of Lotus Picking" by Liu Xiaowei of Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties

The golden oar magnolia boat is used to pick lotuses from the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus fragrance spreads across Pudu, and lotus leaves fill the river.

The house is easy to get, and the handle is curved. When the flowers are dew, the hair is wet, and the wind stems are blowing.

"Ode to Lotus Picking in the South of the Yangtze River" by Liu Xu, Liang Dynasty, Southern Dynasties

The north bank dries up in early spring, and the south lake opens up in summer. The lotus rolls are so comfortable that you can lean on them, and the hibiscus is red when it grows. The boat is light and easy to get into the bush. The hair's light chases the shadows, and the fragrance of the clothes follows the headwind. In some places in the south of the Yangtze River, love is endless every year.

"Tongxin Hibiscus" by Zhu Chao of Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties

The green mountains are beautiful, the moonlight is shining brightly on the mysterious peaks. Before reaching the clear pond, the red leaves came out of the room together. The sun is divided into two pedicle shadows, and the wind combines with the fragrance of two 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 herbs should be prosperous. I sing songs on the river, but who can see that I am wearing clothes?

"Fu De waded across the river to pick hibiscus" Southern Dynasties·Chen·Zunsun Deng

The floating light filled the river and rose, and the hibiscus carried the falling light. When people come, they can see the shadows of flowers in the world, and when they wear clothes, they can smell the fragrance of lotus.

The Gui Zhou Shi is uncertain, but the Ling Ge is longer. Caicai sighed to say goodbye, and had no time to make clothes.

"Lotus Picking Song" Empress Chen

I wake up in the dark, and the day before makeup is gone. The spout should be poured skillfully, with a thin drop of yellow flowers. The wind is suspicious of the dense clothing, and the small boat is afraid of the long train. The waves are scattered and the wildflowers are flying. The low lotus leaves are scattered with green shadows, and the new lotus fragrance is collected on the sleeves. You will be called when you return and try to enter the orchid room.

"Ode to the Hibiscus of the Same Heart" by Du Gongzhan, Sui Dynasty

The lotus blossoms are shining brightly, and the pavilions emerge from the water. A solitary stem attracts green, and two shadows create dividends.

The color captures the song's face, and the fragrance dances around the clothes. The name Lotus can be recited by oneself, and the two minds are the same.

"Lotus Picking Song" by Yin Yingtong, Sui Dynasty

There are countless companions in the boat, and they unmoor each other to encourage each other. There is no need to wipe off the sweat and powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will.

The floating ducks are moving in chaos, and the boat comes in and leans on the lotus. Lotus roots are tied together in strands, and lotus leaves are held in cups.

"Song of Lotus Picking" by Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty

When I return from picking lotus, I am clothed in green water and hibiscus, and the autumn wind stirs the waves and geese fly. The osmanthus and orchids are under the Changpu River, and the oars are gently swayed by the jade wrists in the skirts. The leaf island flower pool is extremely flat, and the river is full of lovesickness. I miss you so much that I can't stay in good times. My husband has not returned from the expedition outside the Great Wall. It's already dusk picking lotuses in the south of the Yangtze River. It's dusk now, I'm picking lotus flowers, and I'm going to encourage my family. The mulberry leaves in the south of the official road are like picking lotus flowers on the river. The lotus is a lotus, and the flowers and leaves are so thickly stacked; the leaves are green and the eyebrows are shy, and the flowers are as red as the cheeks. The beauty is no longer here, and I look forward to leaving you with regret. Pull the flowers to pity the stems, break the lotus roots and love the silk threads. The old love has nowhere to go, and the new thing is just a flash in the pan. I don't hesitate to pay tribute to Xi Jin, but I am ashamed of Bei Haiyan's late writing. There are festivals to the lotus-picking songs, and the lotus-picking night is endless. It is the time when the wind is rising over the mighty river, and the moon is rising over the wandering river. Wandering around Lianpu and meeting each other at night, Wu Ji Yue's daughter He Fengrong! ***Ask Hanjiang thousands of miles away, how heavy is the Zhengkeguan Mountain Road?

"Lotus in Quchi" Tang·Lu Zhaolin

Floating incense surrounds the curved bank, and the round shadow covers the Huachi. I'm often afraid that the autumn wind will come early and I don't know how it will drift.

"Ancient Style" (Part 26) Li Bai

The green lotus grows in the quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh. Autumn flowers bloom in the green water, and dense leaves bloom in 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. The roots have not yet been harvested, but I would like to stay by the Hua Pond.

Midnight Wu Song (Part 2) Li Bai

Three hundred miles across the Jinghu Lake, there are lotus blossoms. Xishi plucking in May. People think it is narrow. Return to the boat without waiting for the moon, return to Yue Wang's house.

"If you break the lotus, you will get a gift" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Walking in the river and playing in the autumn water, I love the fresh red lotus. If you climb the lotus and play with its beads, the ripples will not become 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 with regret.

"Song of Lotus Picking" by Li Bai

A girl picking lotus is next to the Ruoye River, smiling across the lotus flowers and listening to people's words. The sun shines on the new makeup and the water is bright, and the wind is fragrant and the sleeves are lifted up in the air. Whose family is wandering Yelang on the shore? There are three, three, five and five poplars reflecting the trees. Ziliu hissed into the fallen flowers and went away. Seeing this hesitation, he felt empty and heartbroken.

"Shu Huai Presents to the Liangzai of Jiangxia Wei Prefecture" Li Bai (Excerpt)

Clear water produces hibiscus, which naturally removes the carvings.

"Song of Picking Lotus" by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty

The fog in Jishan is dense and craggy, and the mirror water ripples even if there is no wind. Don't say that when the beauty of spring is gone, there is no way to pick up lotus flowers in the middle.

"The Romance of Quatrains" (Part 7) Du Fu

Populas are spread on white felt along the path, and green coins are folded on top of lotus leaves by the stream. No one can see the young children on the bamboo shoots, and the chicks sleep next to their mothers on the sand.

"Lotus Picking Song" 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.

"Lotus" by Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty

The new flowers are all over Chengbei, and the round lotus shadows are regular. The wind carries the fragrance far away, and the sunset covers the clouds.

Fish are playing in the rows of leaves, and turtles are floating in the green pond. It was difficult for the Wei Dynasty to pick up the clothes, but the Chu clothes were still the same.

"Hibiscus" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty

Beauty does not hide itself, and it can guard its solitary roots. On the west bank of Hunan, the wind and dew are abundant in autumn.

The beautiful sceneries are separated from the cold water, and the rich fragrance is in front of the pavilion. It's hard to compare with the stuffed vegetables, but it will lead to a plateau.

"Planting Lotuses in Jingzhao Mansion" by Bai Juyi

The ditches store turbid water, and there are fields of leaves on the water. I sighed and realized it was Dongxilian. There is green sludge underneath, and the fragrance cannot be restored. There is red dust underneath, and the color is not bright. The nature of things is like this, and so is the nature of people. It is better for a root to be discarded if it is not its proper place. I used to spend the day in the stream, the flowers and leaves were beautiful and clear. This year I have no land, and I am in front of the Hao Mansion.

"White Lotus of Donglin Temple" by Bai Juyi

The water in Beitang of Donglin Temple is so clear that you can see the bottom. There are white hibiscus growing in the middle and three hundred stems of lotus.

The sun shines brightly, and the clear breeze spreads the fragrance. The silver bag of leaking fragrance is broken, and the jade plate of leaking dew is tilted.

I am ashamed of my dirty eyes, and I am so beautiful. I know that the red lotus flower has a false name of purity.

The application of the calyx in summer has not stopped, and the knot in the autumn room is completed. Late at night, when all the monks were sleeping, they got up and walked around the pond alone.

I would like to receive a piece and send it back to Chang'an City. But I am afraid that if I go out of the mountains, my seeds will not grow in the world.

"Lotus Picking Song" by Bai Juyi

The lotus leaves linger in the waves, and the wind blows, and the boat can pass through the depths of the lotus. When Feng Lang wanted to speak, he lowered his head and smiled, while Biyu scratched her head and fell into the water.

"Lotus Pier" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Every day I go to collect lotus, and many of the island leaders return at dusk. Don't splash water when opening a pole; you are afraid of getting the red lotus clothes wet.

"The Great Summer Pavilion in the South Pavilion" by Meng Haoran

The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the cool evening breeze, 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 harp, 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.

"Song of Lotus Picking" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty

There are many lotus seeds on the bank of the Qiu River, and the daughter who picks lotus sings the boat song. The Qingfang is complete and complete, and the Qingfang is in full swing.

I tried to look for lotus roots under the green stems, but the broken silk threads were prickly and hurt my hands. The waist and sleeves are half rolled up in white, and the make-up is light and combed without any jade hairpins.

The boat is not full in Qianzhou. I would like to ask who lives far away. When I return, I wait until the evening tide comes up, playing with my lotus and rowing.

"Song of Picking Lotus" by Qi Ji of Tang Dynasty

The girl from Yue River, the lotus from Yue River, Qi Hanlian and Shuangchan Juan. Wherever you go, you pick and go on the same boat.

The sound of the song is loud and clear, and the clear waves are rippled. When I meet the island, I will sleep like a mandarin duck.

The sleeves are full and the fragrance is passed down from generation to generation. When I return in the dusk, the leeches produce green smoke.

"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.

Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain, Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei. In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.

"Lotus" by Li Shangyin

They are all colorless, but what is the fragrance? Yao banquets 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 anticipate farewell in the autumn before, and sing songs in my dreams after separation.

"Lotus" Wen Tingyun

The green pond is swaying to connect with the stars, and the orchids are rolling into the white apples. It should be the stockings of Luo Shenbo, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant.

"Two Lotus Picking Songs" by Bao Rong of the Tang Dynasty

Going by boat to Nantang water, you can pick lotus seeds reflected in the lotus leaves. The mandarin ducks are happy when their summer clothes are clean, but they cannot afford to be surprised by the dancing flowers.

Care for the slender fingers diligently, and the water caltrops will have many new thorns when they first ripen.

The water coming from the lotus pond is windless, and the lotus pond is like a mirror and the pine trees are like dragons. Summer shirts with short sleeves are red, singing and laughing with new hibiscus.

Playing with fish and listening to lotus flowers in the east.

"Lotus Leaf" Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty

The root is jade in the mud, and the heart is full of dew. Plant it on Juntang and bury any spring pu.

"Lotus Picking Song" by Li Yaru of Tang Dynasty

The lotus root fields are spread out next to the lake, and the flowers are faintly connected. Three or five small boats are approaching, singing loudly and picking lotus flowers.

"Lotus Leaf" by Zheng Gu of the Tang Dynasty

The water splashing in the boat is different and the green is different, and the wind on the sill makes the handle fragrant. Thank you to the people of Huansha for remaining intact in the rain.

"White Lotus" by Lu Guimeng of the Tang Dynasty

The plain flowers are mostly covered with flowers, but they are so beautiful that they end up in Yaochi. Who can see the ruthlessness and hatred? When the moon is clear and the wind is about to fall.

"Hibiscus" by Lu Guimeng of the Tang Dynasty

Reciting Bao Zhaofu leisurely makes Qu Ping worried. Don't let the west wind move, red clothes can't stand the autumn.

"Lotus Picking Song" by Liu Fangping of the Tang Dynasty

The setting sun is clearing the river, and the Jingge song is beautiful. I have been picking lotus since I was a child, and I have been riding the tide since I was fifteen.

"Lotus Picking Song" Tang Dynasty·Chen Quji

The pink flowers and leaves bloom in the middle, and the perfume of lotus scent comes up. Seeing the slanting collar when the sound of the hammer hits the clear pond, the two pairs of ducks also guess what is going on.

"Plucking Lotus" by Sun Guangxian of the Five Dynasties

The fragrance of lotus leaves is sold in ten hectares, but my sister-in-law is too late to pick lotuses because she is greedy for fun. I came late to get in the water and the bow of the boat was wet. I even took off my red dress and wrapped myself around the duck.

"Lotus Leaf" Ouyang Xiu

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" by Wang Anshi

The pavilions and windy dew embrace Sichuan Di, how do you know how beautiful the sky is? This is a thing that transcends the future, so you should be regarded as a beauty.

"Summer Friendships" by Xu Ji, Song Dynasty

Flowing water steps eliminate tranquility, 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.

Reminiscent of Hehuapu, who sings about Du Ruozhou? It may be a good night without dreams, but if there is a dream, we will travel together.

"Little Pond" Yang Wanli

The spring is a silent stream, and the water is clear and soft under the shade of the trees. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.

"Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" Yang Wanli

After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

"Withered Lotuses" Xu Di, Song Dynasty

Thousands of green lotuses have faded away, and there is nothing to cover the sleeping gulls in the rain. At that time, the stack of green money was full, and I believed that there was late autumn in the pond.

"Lotus Picking Song" Jin·Xiao Gonggu

The ocean of Yangtze River water rises to the level of the lake. There are fields of green eggplant and lotus, and bright red hibiscus. The sun is setting outside, and a cool breeze lingers. Whose family is Sissi? Niao Niao early 28th. Two by two in the boat, they greeted each other with a smile. Mandarin ducks float on the long waves, and fish splash in Puzhong. If you don't have enough money to pick it, how can you rely on it?

"Inscribed on the Lost Lotus" by Wang Han of the Yuan Dynasty

I once carried wine back to the West Lake, and the fragrant breeze made the sky shine brightly. Fangfei has withered away today, but the sound of autumn is sent to the guest's clothes.

"Lotus Picking Song" Shen Ye, Ming Dynasty

I understand that hibiscus is better than my concubine, so I came to the river to pick hibiscus. Why is Tanlang a scoundrel? He doesn't look at Furong but looks at Nong!

"Lotus Picking Song" Ming Dynasty Chang Lun

Thousands of flowers are moving, and the wind carries the fragrance of water. Holding the pedicles side by side, he smiled and beat the mandarin ducks.

"Song of Lotus Picking" by Xiong Zhuo of the Ming Dynasty

Picking lotus again and again, the road is filled with water. The mandarin ducks touch the leaves and fly away, unloading the dew.

"Song of the Lotus Picker" by Wang Hongxu of the Qing Dynasty

On the waterside of the Lotus Picker River, lotus flowers illuminate your face. Don't worry about the evening in the west, the bright moon will relieve people.

"The Song of Picking Lotus" by Xu Zhuo of the Qing Dynasty

The girl from the creek is wearing a veil, and she is rowing a boat with a single jade dress. I fold the lotus flowers with emotion and resentment, I fold the lotus flowers, I hear and think about them, I can’t see them, and the wind blows unevenly.

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 for slimness, and folding their lotuses carefully to cover up the evening sunshine.

Huanxi Sha Li Jing

The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the westerly wind is worried among the blue waves. Still haggard and haggard with the time, unbearable to look at.

The drizzle dreamed back to the chicken plug far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building. How many tears of infinite hatred, leaning on the railing.

Sidi Township Sun Guangxian

How is it? More lingering feelings! A shy moth gathers under the Yongri Water Essence Curtain. Six pictures of skirts on the ground trace the blue waves slightly. See the drizzle and heavy rain all over the ground.

Remembering Pan Lang of Yuhang

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 clear sound from the pavilion is heard under the eaves. Don't let the dust stain people's clothes, and dream about flying in the air.

Picking Mulberries by Ouyang Xiu

The West Lake is beautiful after the lotus blooms. When wine comes, there are no flags, but red buildings and green covers in front and behind. The painting boat was pushed into the depths of the flowers, the fragrance was golden, the mist and rain were gentle, and I returned drunk with music and songs.

Linjiang Immortal Ouyang Xiu

It is raining on the Qinglei Pond outside the willow, and the sound of raindrops is heard as the lotuses are broken. The west corner of the small building has a bright red sky. The place where I lean against the wall is waiting for the moon to be born.

The swallows fly to peek at the painted building, and the jade hook hangs down the curtain. The cool waves will not move and the mat will be flat. There are two pillows of water and essence, with a fallen hairpin beside them.

Ouyang Xiu, a proud fisherman in the Northern Song Dynasty

Suddenly I heard the sound of two oars being struck at the bottom of the flower, and my female companion came to look for me. The wine cup is swirled around the lotus leaves. The lotus boat is swinging, and red waves are always rising in the lamp. The aroma of flowers and wine is refreshing, and the faces of flowers and cheeks are red. Drunk and sleeping in the green shade. When I looked up in surprise, I saw that the Chuantou Pavilion was on the beach.

Ouyang Xiu, the proud fisherman of the Northern Song Dynasty

It is a lotus flower with a handle, double buds, double stamens and double red shadows. The rain stopped and the wind settled. The autumn water is calm, and the fairy man and the colorful girl are looking at the Luan mirror. The concubine has Rong Huajun, but Hua Jun is unconscious, and the flowers are still together without affection. Flowers have lovers but bad luck. My heart is troubled, and I am lovesick because of the flowers.

The fisherman is proud of the Northern Song Dynasty·Ouyang Xiu

The autumn water was full in the river overnight, and lotus flowers bloomed across the south bank of the stream. Greedy to pick up tender fragrant stars, slow-eyed. When I returned to the sky, Lang Chuan came to my side unknowingly. Stop picking gold and Ying collects his jade wrist, turns around and turns the boat around. The lotus leaves are thick and shallow. There is no convenience, so I have to teach people to be flattering.

The Proud Fisherman of the Northern Song Dynasty·Ouyang Xiu

The fields of lotus leaves are green and the water shines, and a solitary boat is pulled under the shade of flowers. Last night the rain fell. I was worried and couldn't sleep, and I felt the west wind blowing again in the morning. The rain shakes and the wind shakes the golden pistil to pieces. The fragrant house is green on the branches of Albizia Julibrissin. Lotus seeds and people often live together. Without good intentions, you suffer in the center year after year.

Licorice Seed Liu Yong

At dusk in autumn, lotuses are scattered randomly, and pearls rain down. After the rain, the moon shines brightly, and it becomes cold in Yuanyangpu. On the pond, I am worried about not having a partner, but this is the mood of living alone! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, he recited the words of Fen Lang.

Die Lian Hua Yan Jidao

The first twist of frost gives rise to despair. The sound of orioles in the leaves seems to be imitating Qin'e's singing. After waking up from a nap, I felt lazy for a while, and the double-striped green mat was covered with cold waves. After the rain, the wind blows and the blue sky rises. The lotus blossoms are flowing, and the faces are red with tears. Slanted against the green clouds and the crescent moon, the curved ring looks like a frown.

Zha Ziyan Jidao

I have always regretted crossing the river and moved to live near Xitou. While wandering on the Mulan boat, I strayed into Shuangyuan Pu. There are light and thin clouds for no reason, and the rain is dark. The green sleeves are cold, and I want to speak to the lotus.

Ruan Langgui·Su Dongpo in Early Summer

The green locust trees and tall willows swallow new cicadas, and the scented wind first blows into the strings. The heavy smoke washes away under the green screen window, and the sound of chess frightens people who sleep in the daytime.

After the light rain, the lotuses turn over and the pomegranate flowers bloom. The jade basin is clear with delicate hands, and the pearls are broken but round.

Yongyu Le Su Dongpo

The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Fish are jumping in Qugang, lotuses are pouring out dew, and no one can see the loneliness. Like three drums, one leaf is sonorous, and the dark dreamy clouds are startled. The night is vast, and I am looking for nowhere again. I feel like I have been walking around the small garden. A tired guest at the end of the world, returning to the mountains, looking past his hometown. The Swallow Tower is empty, where is the beauty? The swallow in the empty locked building. The past and present are like dreams, never dreamed, but there are old joys and new resentments. At the same time, Yu Hao sighed at the night view of Huanglou.

The courtyard is full of fragrant Huang Tingjian

The water is thick and clear, the new strips are light green, and the green light reflects the empty pavilion. There are golden mandarin ducks and frost herons, and the lotus paths are covered with secluded duckweeds. The balusters of the fragrant ferry are bent and red, and the lattice is thin and sparse. On a clear night, the moon is full in Hengtang, and the clear water can see the moving stars. It's pleasant to listen to. After the light rain, the algae and grasshoppers will move to the bed, and the Xiang mat will be a square screen. The mist-scaled clouds are swirling, the sound is constant, and the eaves are ringing with wind chimes. When the banquet resumes, the Yaochi is full of snow and the mountains are dewy and the Buddha's head is green.

Huang Yinger and Chao Buzhi

The beauty of Nanyuan is suitable for summer. In twos, twos, threes, new bamboo shoots emerge from the bamboo shoots, and Yiyi crosses the eaves and invades the house. Listen to the chaotic wind of lotus flowers and the fine rain of sycamore trees. After noon, the shadows on the curtain are uneven, the sound of cicadas in the distant forest is heard, and the remains of a deep dream are revealed.

Standing still, the past has become empty, how could I have lived there for a while? Taking care of human affairs, it is not enough to reflect on the emotions in dreams. Watch the tea floating flowers, and a wisp of fragrance lingers on the stick. The strange Taoist said: Tao Qian was the couple of Emperor Xi.

A plum blossom cut by Li Qingzhao

The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? 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 Mu covers Zhou Bangyan

Burning 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 falls, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts each leaf. 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.

Xue Zhaoyun on Huanxi Sands

The country and the city are overwhelmed by hatred, so many red tears weep over 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.

Nan Kezi's "Selected Poems of the Sages of the Tang and Song Dynasties"

The green mountains are ten miles away, and the tide-level road is sandy.

The birds chirped several times to complain about the years, and it was a desolate time at the end of the world again!

The white dew collects the waning moon, and the breeze disperses the dawn clouds. I asked the lotus beside the green poplar embankment: Do you remember that person who sold wine that year?

Mrs. Bodhisattva Man Wei

The red building leans against the stream, and the stream in front of the building condenses with cold jade. The Mulan boat is rippling, and there are young people in the boat. The lotus blossoms are so sweet that they smile into Yuanyang Pu. The smoke is low on the waves, and the song is returning under the moon.

Huanxi Sha Zhang Yuanqian

The mountains surround the flat lake and the waves shake the city. The reflection of the lake is soaked in the green mountains, and the crystal downstairs is about to be updated three times. When the foggy willows are dark, the clouds and the moon rise, and the dew and lotuses turn over, and the water flows with fireflies, and their rustles spread until dawn.

Linjiang Fairy Leaf Mengde

No jumping fish turned to Qugang, and I passed by the lake specially. Xiao Xiao Shu wind chaos rain lotus. The slight clouds have blown away, and the bright moon has fallen into a flat wave. I'm still drunk after a glass of white wine, and I'm still feeling drunk when I come back. No one can sing the song of Cai Ling. Xiao Xuan pillow mat, eaves shadow hanging stars.

Nian Nujiao Jiang Kui

A famous couple, I remember that when I came here I tried to be a couple with a mandarin duck. Thirty-six people have not arrived yet, and there are countless people wearing wind clothes. The green leaves are blowing cool, the jade face sells wine, and the wild rice rain is sprinkled. It shakes sweetly, and the cold fragrance flies up to the poem. At dusk, the pavilions are covered with green canopies, and my lover is gone. Are you struggling to endure the waves? I'm just afraid that my dancing clothes are cold and easy to fall off, and I'm worried about the west wind in Nanpu. The tall willow trees are overcast, and the old fish is blowing the waves, leaving me to live among the flowers. How many fields are there, how many times we return home across the sand.

Yan Guiliang·Fenglian Jiang Jie

I dreamed that the spring in the Tang Palace was late, and the dance was coming, and the train was dragging. The Cuiyun team is fighting in Jiangxia clothes, with their hands hanging down. Suddenly, there was a sudden rush of drums and the general rose up, like a colorful phoenix, flying around in confusion. In the dream, I didn’t see Concubine Wan Qiong, but I saw lotus flowers blown by the wind.

Partridge Sky·Appreciating Lotus Gold·Cai Songnian

The Xiuyue Hengtang is fragrant for ten miles, and the water flowers are still and fragrant in the evening. The rouge snow melts in the water, and the emerald plate is high and glows in the night. Shandai is far away, and the moon is wavelength. Dusk clouds and autumn shadows shine on Xiaoxiang. The drunken soul should chase Lingbo's dream and share the west wind. This night is cool.

Moyuerjin·Yuan Haoqiu

Ask the lotus root, how many threads there are, who does the lotus heart know is suffering? The two flowers looked at each other tenderly, knowing that they were the children of the old family. God has promised, but he does not teach you how to live and die in Yuanyangpu. The sunset is speechless. Even in the smoke of thanking the guests, the Xiangfei River is not the place where the heart is broken.

The fragrant dowry dream, fortunately, Ganoderma Lucidum Ruilu. The world admires the present and the past. Love is there even when seas and rocks die, and hatred is not buried in the loess. The acacia tree passes through the years, and is mistaken by the west wind for no reason. Lanzhou Shao live. I'm afraid I'll have to drink again, my red clothes are half off, and I'm lying in a wolf in the wind and rain.

Water Fairy·Ode to Jiang Nanyuan·Zhang Yanghao

The smoke and water of a river illuminate the clear blue sky, and people on both sides of the strait have painted eaves. The autumn light is dim in the lotus bushes, and I can see the sand gulls dancing again and again, and the fragrant wind rolls up the bead curtain ten miles away. Painting boats are coming to the horizon, wine flags are blowing in the wind, and love is evil in the south of the Yangtze River.

A Cluster of Flowers·Yong Bingdi Lianqing·Nalan Xingde

The dim jade is wearing a colorful dress and a relatively red makeup. Ou Si Feng sent Ling Bo away, then lowered his head and discussed softly. A kind of deep love, very painful, and the pulse is facing the setting sun. The color and fragrance are gone, and the fragrance is reincarnated in the sky. The bright moon is on the small silver pond. The peach roots and peach leaves will stay with each other forever, accompanying the diligent and affectionate mandarin ducks. The wild rice is drifting away, the clouds are darkening, and the same dream is sent to Xiaoxiang.

"The Theory of Love of Lotus"

Song Dynasty·Zhou Dunyi

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 comes out of the mud but is not stained, washes the clear ripples without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no branches, can be viewed from a distance but cannot be played with.

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Scenery Show in the South of the Yangtze River

Most remembered in Bilian

Oona is like a fairy

The breeze brings fragrance far away

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A friend called and invited me to visit the garden site.

A few spots of slanting wind and rain,

A few branches of the new moon willow.

Walking to Jinchun Garden,

stand and look at the lotus pond.

The lotus welcomes me,

I am so graceful that I am infatuated with myself.

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The lotus roots are planted under the water in the clear pond

The spring breeze brings dew to the body

Wait until the flowers bloom Like the full moon

Who will remember the lotus planter after seeing the beauty?

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The ancient willows weep down the embankment and the wind is light,

New The lotus marsh is filled with leaves.

The white feathers are waving frequently, and the idlers are sitting,

The black gauze is half-fallen and the drunkard is sleeping.

Wandering in a dream and waving a sword can cut off the sun.

When you wake up, hold on to the pipe and don't peek into the sky.

It is worthy to laugh at the guest in the glorious pillow,

Be a fairy to Lian Yu.

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No lotus picking in Yanyuan

The lotus leaves are empty in the fields

No fish are playing in the lotus

It is also difficult for me to enter the lotus room

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The red face and green ink are placed by the pool

Dancing sleeves and waving the jade lotus

Extremely beautiful as if alive

A delicate fragrance makes you difficult

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The moon after the rain in hot summer ,

Spring returns and the flowers are lonely;

The pond is full of red and blue,

The wind blows and jade beads fall.

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A night of wind and rain in the pond,

Thousands of red jade blossoms bloomed;

I feel sorry for you. Ge,

Who loves Lian like Dun Yi?

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Where does the gentleman in the flower come from?

Tingting Yu stands with her charming face

Warm sun and gentle breeze The fragrance is endless

The branches are spread and the leaves are infinitely green

Even if it is cool to cover up the hot summer

Why do you hide from the cold winter

Since you don’t want to be stained by dust

Why stand in the mud

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The flowers on the land compete with each other for their fragrance

The clear water pool is silently fragrant

Don’t compete with peaches and plums for the spring breeze

The flowing fire brings coolness in July

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The scenery in the north of Beijing is unique in autumn,

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The sky is high, the clouds are light and the geese are blurry;

I can’t find anything through the iron ridge,

I search all over the lotus pond for empty water relics;

I have no choice but to fall asleep in autumn. ,

The fairy clothes are better than the snow, and my heart arouses;

Why do you sigh that you have no chance to see me?

The summer wind is ten miles away and the pool is green.

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Once the spring rain comes, the pond will be green and green