Poems describing lotus flowers

You don't need a green skirt on the treadmill. Sing hard day and night. The romantic ink ribbon is strong and climbing. Arouse diving slugs to fly and break the sky. Public courts are more closed. Listen carefully to urge poetry. A statue sings the wind from the north window. Lie down and watch Cher peel the lotus by hand.

Lovers complain about the dramatic effect. Three slow poems by Yu Xu (Huang Tingjian)

Autumn waters are silent, and lotus flowers are called red.

The host liked the guests and urged them to leave the room.

When will a song to greet the pearl fall?

Don't hide bamboo shoots, peel lotus.

Raw tea seeds (red stone)

Arrive in Panzhou in June and join the gull heron in Shui Ge. Facing the breeze, don't avoid the human heat. The colorful boat hangs down the poplar and goes deep into the lotus. Laugh at the lotus, but go to the center to suffer.

Nan Gezi (Li Qingzhao)

The stars are spinning in the sky,

The curtain of the world hangs down.

Cold pillow with tears,

Tell me more about se, what is night?

Emerald lotus is very small,

Ouxiye, Jin Xiao

Old weather, old clothes,

It just feels different, hometown!

Lotus Man (Lu Xun)

In the celestial world, you can still smell the fragrance of jasper in the wind.

Heron shadows don't come in autumn, and reed flowers are accompanied by dew.

Sweep away the greasy powder to show your character, but learn to make up in red.

Just plant the scale net in Lianxi, and don't fall into the cold pond with the residual leaves.

Lin Jiangxian (Peng Yuanxun)

Self-knotted bedside, corner towel sitting pillow. A cloud passes through Shandong. Listen to the lotus leaf rain and ride the wind. There are no guests with the same soup, and some people peel lotus leaves. East wall is young and not calm. Why do you know what I mean, playing the flute in the moonlight?

Sycamore tree (anonymous)

In the middle of the night, a Yang moved. Jinding fried jade stove and cooked it. Refining is really lead and mercury. The craftsman carved Yu Lian by hand. Two sunlight shone on the top of Kun. Thousands of pearls burst.

Qingping Lecun Residence (Xin Qiji)

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.

The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.