Literature related to Lian

"Jiangnan"

Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves. Among the fish-playing lotus leaves, the fish-playing lotus leaves are to the east, the fish-playing lotus leaves are to the west, the fish-playing lotus leaves are to the south, and the fish-playing lotus leaves are to the north.

"Lotus Picking Song" Wang Changling

The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus blooming on both sides of the face. You can't see anyone entering the pool, but when you hear the song, you feel someone is coming.

"Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" by 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.

"Lotus" Qing Dynasty·Shi Tao

The five-inch lotus leaf is so delicate that it sticks to the waves and does not hinder the movement of the painting boat; when the wind blows in April and May, it can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman.

"Ode to the Lotus" by Chen Zhisui

I am living in the sludge without staining the mud, and no one knows about the white stems buried in the ground. In the vibrant red, green and clear water, the pond is filled with fragrance without waiting for the wind.

"Shuo Ai Lian" Zhou Dunyi, Song Dynasty

"Qingyang Ferry" Yuefu, Jin Dynasty

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

"Ode to the Lotus" Southern Dynasties·Liang·Shen Yue

The breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the light 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.

"Poetry on Lotuses" Jiang Hong

There are tiny grasses in Zepi, which can bloom and bear fruit. The green leaves like to turn in the wind, and the red leaves like to shine in the sun. When I moved to Yuchi, I lost my support as a commoner. How to interact with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying fluffy.

"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 in the wind of the clothes. The name Lotus can be recited naturally, and the two minds are the same.

"Lotus Picking Song" Sui Dynasty·Yin Yingtong

There are countless companions in the boat, and they untie the rope to urge each other. There is no need to wipe off the sweat and powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The floats are moving in disorder, and the boat comes in and leans on the lotus. Lotus roots are tied together in strands, and lotus leaves are held in cups.

"Ancient Style (Twenty-Six)" Tang·Li Bai

The green lotus grows in the quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh. Autumn flowers emerge from the green water, and dense leaves gather 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.

"Lotus Picking Song" Southern Dynasties·Liang·Liu Xiaowei

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 hold, and the handle is curved. When the flowers are dew, the hair is wet, and the wind stems are blowing.

"Breaking Lotuses Gets Gifts" Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Walking in the river to play in the autumn water, I love the fresh red onions. If you climb the lotus and play with the 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.

"Lotus" by Li Shangyin

They all have no color to compare with, 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 Xingjin, and the rolling orchids are rolling into white apples. It should be the stockings of Luo Shenbo, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant.

"Hibiscus on Qian's Pond" by Wen Zhengming

In September, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River come to an end, and the hibiscus lingers in Zhongzhou. The beauty smiles across the water, and the setting sun still brings sadness.

The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows the golden city in autumn. Looking at each other in old age is useless, there is a kind of tranquility in the pond.

"A Cut of Plum Blossoms" Northern Song Dynasty·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 Muzhe" Northern Song Dynasty·Zhou Bangyan

Burn agarwood to relieve the heat. The birds call their eyes, and the dawn peeks into the eaves. On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain falls, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts them one by one.

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.

"Hibiscus" Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty

The most pitiful thing is the few marks of red and pink, the small bamboo gate beside the bridge outside the water. Looking at myself in shock and pity, Xishi originally lived in Zhuluo Village.

"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 piano, 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.

"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.

"Summer Friendships" by Xu Ji

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

"Huanxi Sand" by Xue Zhaoyun

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

"Nanxiangzi" Li Xun

Riding a colorful boat, crossing the lotus pond, singing songs to wake up the sleeping mandarin ducks. Wandering girls snuggled up with fragrance and laughed, vying for slimness and folding their lotuses to cover up the evening sunshine.

"Huanxi Sand" by 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 of returning to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building. How many tears of infinite hatred, leaning on the railing.

"Song of the Emperor" Sun Guangxian

How about it? More lingering feelings! A shy moth gathers under the everlasting water curtain. Six pictures of skirts on the ground trace the blue waves slightly. See the drizzle and heavy rain all over the ground.

"Remembering Yuhang" Pan Lang

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 sound of the pavilion is clear and the bells are 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 is no need for flags, but red buildings and green canopies 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 light thunder pond outside the willow, and the sound of raindrops is breaking. 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 shine.

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 essence, with a fallen hairpin hanging beside them.

"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, Pinglan is worried about having no partner, but this is the mood of living alone! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, he recited the words of Fenlang.

"Butterfly Loves Flowers" by Yan Jidao

The first twist of frost brings about 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 lotuses are pulsing, and the faces are red with tears. Slanted against the green clouds and the crescent moon, the curved ring looks like a frown.

"Sheng Cha Zi" Yan 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.

"The Return of Ruan Lang·Early Summer" by Su Dongpo

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.

"Eternal Happiness" Su Dongpo

The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the clear scenery is infinite. Fish are jumping in Qugang, lotuses are pouring out dew, and there is no one to 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.

"Man Ting Fang" 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 are blooming, and then the bed is moved to the square screen of Hunan mat.

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 Buddha's head is green with dew on the mountain.

"Huang Ying'er" Chao Buzhi

The beauty of Nanyuan is suitable for summer. In twos, twos, threes, new bamboo shoots emerge from the bamboo shoots, and Yi Yi 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 is heard in the distant forest, and the remains of a deep dream are revealed.

Standing still, the past is gone, 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.

Looking at the floating flowers, a wisp of incense lingers on the stick. The strange Taoist said: Tao Qian was the couple of Emperor Xi.

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

Ten miles of green mountains are far away, and the tide-level road is sandy. The birds chirp several times to complain about the years, and it’s the desolate time again at the end of the world!

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?

"Bodhisattva Barbarian" Mrs. 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 Sand" by 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" Ye Mengde

There was no jumping fish in 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 collecting water chestnuts. Xiao Xuan pillow mat, eaves shadow hanging stars.

"Niannujiao" 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. Swirling beautifully,

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.

Leave me to live among the flowers. How many fields are there, how many times we return home across the sand.

"Yan Gui Liang·Wind Lotus" by 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.

I didn’t see Concubine Wan Qiong in my dream, but saw lotus flowers blown by the wind.

"Water Fairy: Ode to the South of the Yangtze River" by Zhang Yanghao

The smoke and water of a river illuminate the clear mist, 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 ten-mile bead curtain. The painting boat is coming to the horizon, the wine flag is blowing outside, and I am in love with the south of the Yangtze River

"Lotus" by Su Shi

In the city, I put up a lotus house for sale, but before I arrived at the West Lake, I went on a wild voyage.

Twist the lotus and peel off the lotus seeds, revealing the flavor and fragrance. Ji Xianlin: Lotus Rhythm of Qingtang

There are several acres of clear pond in front of the building. I remember that when I first moved here more than thirty years ago, there seemed to be lotus flowers in the pond. There are still fragments of green leaves and red flowers in my memory. Later, things changed and the years passed, but the pond became "half an acre of square pond opened, the skylight and cloud shadows lingered", and no lotus was seen anymore.

I retain a lot of old ideas in my head. Every time I look at the empty pond, I always feel like there is something missing. This doesn't fit my aesthetic sense. If there is a pond, there should be something green, even if it is reeds, it is better than nothing at all. The best and most ideal is of course the lotus. There are simply too many descriptions of lotus flowers in old Chinese poetry. Zhou Dunyi's "The Theory of Love and Lotus" is probably the only one that readers don't know. His famous saying "the fragrance is far away and the clearness is clear" is very popular. It can almost be said that no one in China does not love lotus. But the only thing lacking in the pond in front of our building is lotus. Every time I see or think about it, I always feel that it is a heartache.

Someone came from Hubei and brought some lotus seeds from Honghu. The shells were black and extremely hard. It is said that if buried in mud, it will last for thousands of years.

Isn’t it very satisfying? Mr. Zhou Yiliang, who moved to Langrun Garden just a few years ago, named it "Ji He". I find it very interesting and very grateful. Am I the person who will be passed down as a load?

I wander by the pond at least several times a day, sitting on a stone and quietly sucking in the fragrance of lotus flowers and lotus leaves. "The noisy cicada forest becomes quieter, and the bird singing mountain becomes more secluded." I really feel that the surroundings are very quiet. I sat there silently in the silence. What I saw on the water were the green and red manure of lotus flowers. The reflection was reflected in the water. When the wind picked up, a lotus petal fell into the water. It fell from above, but the reflection in the water fell from below. When it finally touched the water, the two merged into one, floating like a boat. There. I once read two lines in a poetry book: "The flowers in the pond fall against the shadows, and the sandbirds fly with their voices." The author deeply regrets that the second line is not well-matched. It’s no wonder. How many people can understand a realm like “Flowers on the Pond and Shadows Falling”?

At night, our family often sits on the rocks by the pond to enjoy the cool air. One night, the moon in the sky was bright and bright, shining a piece of silver light on the lotus. Suddenly I heard a thump. It was my little white Persian cat Maomao who jumped into the water. She probably thought there was a white jade plate in the water and wanted to jump in and catch it. As soon as she entered the water, she probably felt something was wrong, so she hurriedly returned to the shore and shattered the reflection of the moon into pieces. It took a long time for her to regain her original shape.

This summer, the weather is extremely hot and muggy, but the lotus flowers are in bloom. The green cover holds up the sky, and the red flowers reflect the sun, filling a pond that is not a small one so full that even the water surface can hardly be seen. A neighbor who loved lotus would happily count the number of lotus flowers every day. Tell me today that there are four or five hundred flowers; tell me tomorrow that there are six or seven hundred flowers. However, although I know that he is a meticulous person, I don't believe that he can really count the exact number of flowers. Under the lotus leaves, in the cracks of the stones, in every nook and cranny, there are still many things hidden, which are difficult to see from the shore.

In the past few days, the weather has suddenly turned cold. Although the lotus leaves in the pond are still green, it seems that the day when they will become residual lotus is not too far away. In a month or two, when the pond water freezes, even the remaining lotus flowers will disappear without a trace. At that time, the lotus will probably hibernate under the ice, dreaming of spring. Their dreams will definitely come true. "Now that winter has arrived, can spring be far behind?"

Zhu Ziqing: Moonlight over the Lotus Pond

"Moonlight over the Lotus Pond" is a novel written by the famous Chinese writer Zhu Ziqing when he was teaching at Tsinghua University. This essay is widely known for its inclusion in middle school Chinese textbooks. This article was written in July 1927, when Chiang Kai-shek betrayed the revolution on April 12. Zhu Ziqing, a patriotic intellectual who had participated in the May 4th Movement, faced this dark reality. He was filled with grief, anger, dissatisfaction, and fell into anguish and hesitation that he could not understand the reality. With this lonely and depressed mood, I wrote the article "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond".

Lotus---"Building Wisdom in a Floating Life" (written by Huang Tingfa)

The lotus was once the flower of my hometown. In the past few years, in the city where I lived, lotus trees were planted wherever there was water. At that time, the enthusiasm for Ailian was strong. The largest supermarket was built, which was named Liancheng Shopping Mall; the official hotel was called Liancheng Hotel; and the most magnificent road built was also called Liancheng Avenue. It's a pity that good times don't last long. Fashionable things are the easiest to go out of fashion. Nowadays, lotus plants are no longer planted. Liancheng Shopping Mall has closed down and Liancheng Hotel has also changed its name. People's love for lotus is like the lotus leaves in late autumn, which are no longer quiet. The rain-bearing canopy planted in the sky reveals failure everywhere. This is probably the most taboo sight for officials. What they like is lush flowers and leaves, and endless glitz. Who wants to see a withered and withered image? Who among them can have Li Yishan's talent? Li Yishan has a poem that goes: "When the lotus leaves are growing, I hate spring, and when the lotus leaves wither, I hate autumn. I know that I am in love, and the love is always there, and I look forward to the sound of the river at the head of the river." I think of those who are officials, even if they read this Poetry can only superficially see the rise and fall of things. How can we read the word "love"? It's okay to be ruthless, but the lotus flower, which "comes out of the mud but remains untainted, washes the ripples without being evil", embodies the image of a pure and self-loving gentleman, and always insinuates, satirizes and lashes out at people's dirty personalities. Therefore, mowing lotus is the best for water purification, and it is also best if the city is not called Lotus City!

It is a matter for literati to feel sad about autumn when they see fallen leaves.

Among literati, there needs to be someone who is filled with sorrow, like Li Yishan, to realize the impermanence of spring and autumn from the ups and downs of life. Probably all people's hearts are kind and sunny, and they all yearn for the joyful spring and autumn. The ancient literati's praises of lotus also focused on the prosperous period at the turn of spring and summer, starting from "the little lotus just reveals its sharp corners", "the young lotus has countless green leaves", to the time when "the lotus leaves are endlessly green" , the lotus can amuse people's eyes and ears, it is the pointed leaves, the broad leaves like a canopy of rain, and the artistic conception of the new lotus being struck by the shower.

After summer, it is the season of lotus flowers. There are several colors of lotus flowers, but red and white are the most popular. The ancients often compared the white lotus flower to a charming girl with light makeup, and the red lotus flower as a gorgeous girl with heavy makeup. We have seen Yang Wanli's poem "just like the three thousand women in the Han Dynasty, half with heavy makeup and half with light makeup". The lotus flower was also chosen for the Xumizuo, which symbolizes solemnity and holiness. What Uncle Zhou Mao loves is the character of the lotus flower, and he thinks he can be a gentleman among the flowers. It is appropriate to use lotus to describe the nobleness of a gentleman, the naturalness of a lady, and the compassion and solemnity of Guanyin, and it is in line with the characteristics of the lotus itself. Not to mention these, just the "unique red color of lotus reflecting the sun" and the "scent of lotus leaning on the railing ten miles away" are enough to make people linger and be intoxicated. It’s no wonder that girls who love flowers “pick hibiscus, admire hibiscus, and fly the little red boat from west to east. There is no way to love each other.” It’s no wonder that the talented girl Li Qingzhao “stumbled into the depths of lotus flowers and became so intoxicated that she didn’t know her way back.” It’s no wonder that after the patron Wan Yanliang heard the poem “Looking at the Sea Tide” written by Ge Liu Sanbian, he admired the scenery of “three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus”, and then he decided to take the initiative to cross to the south. When the prosperity passes away, leaving only the new leaves standing quietly, still like unopened flowers, proud of the autumn together with the lotus leaves, then it will be the season of picking lotus. Lotus leaves and fields are full of happy and busy scenes of fish playing among the lotus leaves and people playing among the lotus leaves.

Even if the white dew turns to frost, if you have Li Yishan's sentiments, you can still appreciate the meaning of "the autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain" in the bleak late autumn.

Lotus, also known as lotus, hibiscus, hibiscus and water bloom, is left in the mud at the end of autumn. It is a sweet and refreshing lotus root. Food can be wrapped in lotus leaves and smoked, grilled, steamed and cooked. The cooked food will have a light lotus fragrance; lotus heart can purify the heart, reduce fire and regenerate vitality, and lotus seeds also have this effect.

I think that the lotus, from birth to withering, is worthy of people's ears, eyes and minds.