Poems about lotus

There is no sound in spring, and the shade of trees shines on the water. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. -Song Yang Wanli's "Little Pool"

The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other. Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus. -Don Wang Changling's Song of Picking Lotus.

It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. ——

Song Yang Wanli "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"

& lt& lt love in clothes >>

Jiangnan scenery xiu

The most unforgettable Lian Bi

Ona is like a fairy.

The breeze sends the fragrance far away.

& lt& lt Visit the Lotus >>

A friend called,

Invite me to visit the garden site.

What time is the oblique wind and rain?

Several crescent willows.

Go to the Spring Garden,

Stand and look at the lotus pond.

Lotus welcomes me,

Graceful, I am infatuated with myself.

& lt& lt Planting Lotus >>

Clear the pool to divert water to the lotus root.

Spring breeze brings dew to the body.

Until the flowers bloom like a full moon

Whoever wins the exhibition, remember to plant lotus people.

& lt& lt sparring >>

The weeping willows are weak,

A swamp in New Holland.

White waved and sat idly,

Black veil half drunk.

Dreams and battles can break the sun,

Don't peek at the sky when you feel something.

Laughing at guests on gorgeous pillows,

Show Lian Yu the immortal.

& lt& lt Picking Lotus >>

You can't pick lotus in Yan Garden.

The lotus leaf in Tian Tian is empty.

No fish are playing in the lotus.

I can't get into the lotus room either.

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Zhu Yanbi Mill Chi Pan

Dance sleeves waved to Yulian.

Beauty to the extreme is like living.

A pulse of incense is hard for you.

& lt& lt lotus viewing >>

After the summer rain and the moon,

Spring is lonely;

The pond is full of red and blue.

The wind blows the jade beads down.

& lt& lt Yong Lian >>

The pond was stormy all night,

Open ten thousand rubies;

I'm sorry you came to Gog,

If you love lotus, you will be grateful.

& lt& lt wenlian >>

Where does the gentleman in the flower come from?

Tingting Yuli Station Jiaorong

Warm days and breezes are inexhaustible.

Spread branches and leaves, endless.

Even in cool summer.

Why are you tired of avoiding the cold winter?

Because I don't want to get dirty,

Why are you standing in the mud?

& lt& lt Zanlian >>

Land flowers compete for fragrance.

Bi shui tan pan mo Xiang

Don't compete with peaches and plums for spring breeze.

Fire sends coolness in July.

& lt& lt Menglian >>

Qiu Lai in the north of Beijing has different scenery.

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

There is no place to cross Tieling.

Search the empty water in the lotus pond;

I have no choice but to sleep in autumn.

Fairy clothes are better than snow and fall in love;

Why can't I see your sigh,

Xia Feng is ten miles and a pool.

& lt& ltCanlian > & gt

Bleak autumn wind, flowers wither

Garbage drifts with the waves.

Thank you for inviting flowers for the time being.

Once upon a time, the spring rain bloomed in Bimantang.