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Poems describing lotus flowers and women

1, Lotus Picking Song

Don Wang Changling

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.

2. "Chu Xiao's Static Words Send Lin Zifang"

Don 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.

3. Torin Temple Bai Lianhua

Tang Bai Juyi

The water in Lintong Beitang is crystal clear.

Bai Furong was born in China and has 300 stems.

Glowing during the day, refreshing and fragrant.

Fragrant silver capsules are broken, and the jade plate is inclined.

4. "Lotus"

Qingshitao

The lotus leaf is five inches long and delicate, and the sticky waves do not hinder the painting boat from rocking.

In April and May, it can also cover the waist of beautiful women.

5, "Ailian said"

Song Zhou Dunyi

There are many flowers on land and water vegetation.

Tao Jinyuan clearly loves chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang came, peonies have been loved all over the world.

Give the only lotus a muddy but not dirty, clear but not demon,

Straight through the outside, not sloppy, but far away without being ridiculous.

Want to call chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; Peony, blooming with wealth;

Lotus, the gentleman of flowers. Hey! The love between chrysanthemums and flowers is rarely heard after Tao.

Who gave the lotus love? Peony love is suitable for many people.

6. ancient

Tang Libai

Bihe gives birth to a quiet spring, and the sunshine in the morning is bright and fresh.

Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke.

Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense?

Sit and watch the frost disappear.

If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi.