Looking for poems about lotuses

◇Qingyang Ferry~Jin·Yuefu

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

◇Plucking lotus~Southern Dynasties·Liang·Wujun

Weigela with mixed flowers and flowers, and robes hanging 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 of 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, my roots were not lost. How to interact with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying fluffy.

◇Ode to the Hibiscus of the Same Heart ~ Sui Dynasty Du Gongzhan

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.

◇The 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)~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

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

◇The Lotus Picking Song~Liang Liu Xiaowei of the Southern Dynasties

The golden oar magnolia boat plays the lotus picking in 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.

◇If you break the lotus, you will get a gift~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Walking in the river and playing in the autumn water, I love the fresh red lotus. 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~Li Shangyin

They are all colorless, but they have no 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 my socks are soaked in water when I cross the quilt. I anticipate farewell in the autumn before, and sing songs in my dreams after separation.

◇Lotus~Wen Tingyun

The green pond sways and connects with the stars, and the orchids roll into the white apples. It should be the stockings of Luo Shenbo, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant.

◇Go out to Jingci Temple in the evening to see off Lin Zifang~Yang Wanli

After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake 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.

◇Hibiscus on Qian's Pond~Wen Zhengming

In September, flowers in the south of the Yangtze River come to an end, and 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 Prune Cut~Northern Song Dynasty·Li Qingzhao

The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn, I undress 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. Birds call their eyes, invading the dawn and peeking 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.

◇Liantang~Ming Dynasty·Huang Qiong

In Dongjia Pond in the vast desert, green trees shade the inlet. The fragrance of brocade can be seen continuously for ten miles, and the west wind and the bright moon return with songs.

◇Lotus Picking Song~Li Yaru

The lotus root fields are spread out next to the lake, with faintly connected dots of red flowers. Three or five small boats are about to go, singing loudly and picking lotus flowers.

◇Furong~Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty

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

◇Thoughts on Ou Xiang~Modern · Xiawen

Farewell to the ancient town of Anyi, boating on the water in Ou Xiang; the willows on the bank are dyed green and the clear stream is green, and the fragrance of lotus is refreshing and golden Autumn.

Landing away in a foreign land hurts poverty and chaos, but returning to my hometown is full of joy and scenery; political leaders and people are rich, and the hibiscus fairy is happy to come and visit.

◇The South Pavilion is so beautiful in summer~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.

◇Friends in Summer~Xu Ji

Flowing water steps eliminate silence, and you can feel free to sleep alone. The moon is growing in the forest at dawn, and the rain is like autumn all night long. 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.

◇Huanxisha·Xue Zhaoyun

The country and the city are overwhelmed by hatred, so many red tears weep over 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 carefully to cover up the evening sunshine.

◇Huanxisha·Li Jing

The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the westerly wind is worrying 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.

◇Sidixiang·Sun Guangxian

How is 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.

◇Recalling 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 Mulberry·Ouyang Xiu

The West Lake is beautiful after the lotus flowers bloom. When wine comes, there is no need for flags, but red buildings and green covers 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 be born.

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.

◇Die Lianhua·Yan Jidao

The first twist of frost gives rise to 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 Chazi·Yan Jidao

I have always hated crossing the river, so I moved to live near Xitou. While wandering on the Mulan boat, I strayed into Shuangyuan Pu. There are thin clouds for no reason, and the rain is dark. The green sleeves are cold, and I want to speak to the lotus.

◇Ruan Langgui·Early Summer·Su Dongpo

The green locust trees and tall willows swallow new cicadas, and the scented wind first blows. 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.

◇Yong Yule·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 traveler from 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.

◇Mantingfang·Huang Tingjian

The repair 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 Yinger·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 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 Man·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.

◇Su Muzhe·Zhou Bangyan

Burn agarwood to relieve the heat. Birds call out for the clear sky, and they peek into the eaves at dawn. On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain falls. The water surface is clear and round, and each one is lifted by the wind. 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.

◇Huanxisha·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. 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.

◇Linjiangxian·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.

◇Nian Nujiao·Jiang Kui

A famous couple, I remember that when I came here I tried to be a couple. 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 Guiliang·Fenglian·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·Zhang Yanghao

The smoke and water of a river illuminate the blue sky, 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. Painting boats are coming to the horizon, wine flags are blowing in the wind, and love is evil in the south of the Yangtze River.