Poems describing the beauty of lotus flowers

Tian Tian resisted the rising sun and lay in the spring;

Tile the duckweed leaves and report the roe.

Lotus song. Su Shi

I am greedy for Cui Gai's red makeup, but I don't feel the frost by the lake overnight.

But the secret was known to Brocade, and I learned to write about Qiu Guang from teaching horses.

Lotus and juniper in the rain

The beauty of Cuigai stands by the water, and the sandalwood powder is uneven.

When a gust of wind comes, the blue waves turn and the pearls are scattered, which is difficult to pick up.

Lotus song. Yang

The brothel is bright and sunny, and the beauty of the West Lake must be immortal.

Pop up brocade thousands of miles away, elegant and fragrant, and draw a boat.

Crimson Lotus King. Wan Yan Chou

It's pathetic to decorate the round pool with a light posture and Juanjuan with a light posture.

When will the lotus leaf rain come, and the evening fragrance will be divided into xiaojiangtian.

Dried lotus leaf element. Liu

The dried lotus leaves are pale in color and the old stalks are swaying. It's all because of the frost last night, the fragrance has decreased and the yellow has increased. Lonely Qiu Jiang.

Backyard garden Zhao Meng

A leaf boat in Qingxi, autumn on both sides of Furong.

Who is the girl who picks ling? She sings at dusk. Go to worry, be covered in wind and rain, and go home with lotus leaves.

Zhi Zhu's Ci Ding Yuan He Nian

Picking lotus green on the water, picking lotus white fiber in the mud.

But laughing at the same root tastes different, the lotus heart is bitter and the lotus bud is sweet.

Lotus Garden and Middle School

Lotus flowers reflect bamboo in the marsh, and green and red chairs hold clouds.

Born without the east wind, you always raise the wind flowers first.

Lotus Garden. Yemeiao

Baixiang has no flowers and leaves, which is more different from flowers.

After the rain, the breeze blows and the independent pool goes to the moon.

The title is Lotus. Cao Fei

Jade well lotus powder cheeks, people move to the moon.

Gao Xuan suddenly looked at the photo, suspecting that it was in the mirror of Zhaoyang.

Picking lotus leaves, Qu Ming, Shen Ye.

I came to the river to pick hibiscus because I know that hibiscus is better than my concubine.

Tan Lang, why are you a gangster? Look at Nong without looking at the lotus!

Feng Lian plays with fish. Yun Shou Ping

The wind will be green and the fragrance will be dew.

Beauty picks red lotus and has crossed Nantang Road.

Lotus love. Yin Cao

An Qiuyun is Xiao Xia, and Lotus Leaf is ten points and five points.

You don't have to close the door when you sleep by the lake, and the cool breeze permeates the house every night.

Transparent small container

Yang Wanli

Spring is silent, cherish the trickle,

The shade of trees shines on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness.

Xiao He just showed his sharp corners,

Dragonflies are already standing on it?

Midnight Wu Ge

Lipper

On the mirror lake, there are more than 300 miles, all of which are Ke and Ke.

Lunatone is picking lotus here, and all the people who come to see him are very anxious.

Less than a month after returning home, she was elected to the palace.

Lakeside temple at dawn

Yang Wanli

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.

Feng was planted by his seventh brother, Cao Changpeng.

Han Yu

Crossing the Jiangpu River, this life is here.

When the leaves grow, the roots will also migrate.

There are two fresh cuisines, and the wind and waves rub against each other.

But according to the master's knowledge, who said the basin was an angel?

Lotus picking song

Lipper

A woman who picks lotus by the river will laugh at the lotus.

Rizhao's new makeup is bright under the water, fragrant in the wind and lifted in the air.

Who swims on the shore, 3355 reflects weeping willows.

Purple flowers, wind and air heartbroken.

Wuqiqu

Ji Zhang

The western hills are full of palace tides, and the palace is in the dogwood branch.

Wu recited poems alone and stayed on the boat with Wang last night.

Lotus pine. Wentong

Golden red as a mirror, half green as a cup.

Who wants to return air, incense is all over his face.