What are these two poems about? What are they about?

Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf.

Fish play in the lotus leaves, fish play in the lotus leaves,

Fish hits the lotus leaf in the west, fish hits the lotus leaf in the south and fish hits the lotus leaf in the north.

Yang Qing du Jin yue fu

Green lotus covers green water, and hibiscus is red and fresh. There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above.

"Lu Jinfu" cloud

Green between green and solid, gold bars hanging white. The pitch is tilted with the wind and the leaves are clear.

Poems of picking faces in the Southern and Northern Dynasties

In autumn, the heart is tolerant, and fresh water looks at Lan Lian. Zi Ling can also use it to try to ease years of sadness. Before the flood, under the jagged leaves. High harvest overflows the valley, and the fragrance is beautiful in Guang Chuan. Sing a female song and dance into a Jiangnan string.

Song of Picking Lotus by Emperor Liang Yuan

Jasper's little girl, come and marry King Runan. Lotus face messy, lotus leaf fragrance. Because of Mr. Wang's recommendation, I am willing to attack the hibiscus skirt.

"Xia Ge" Southern Dynasties Liang Xiao Yan

Lotus flowers bloom in the south of the Yangtze River, and red flowers cover the clear water. The color is the same, but the lotus root is different.

Liang Jian Wendi (Xiaogang), two lotus picking songs.

In the evening sunshine, the sky is empty, and picking lotus bears a sunset glow. The wind on the lake is hard to get up, and the lotus is not thin. Move the hibiscus to fall, the ship moves the egret to fly. The lotus thread wraps around the wrist, and the water chestnut pulls the clothes far away.

I often smell cute and want to choose a skirt. The leaves are slippery, but the heart is busy. Who is happy in Qianchun, only the concubine and the king.

"Ode to the Lotus" in the Southern Dynasties Shen Liang said

The breeze blows the purple leaves and gently reveals Zhu's room. Zhongchi is so green, wait until I glow red.

Picking Lotus Wu Liangjun in Southern Dynasties

Brocade mixed with flowers, Luo Yi hung on the Qinghe River. Ask my son where to go today, picking lotus in Jiangnan.

Three thousand miles in western Liaoning, I want to send it for no reason. May you return early, this lotus is fresh.

The Song of Picking Lotus was in Xiao Wei, Liu Liang.

Golden oar Mulan boat, playing Jiangnan lotus. Lotus fragrance is separated from Purdue, and lotus leaves are fresh all over the river.

The room is easy to start with, and the handle comes with it. As soon as the flowers are exposed, they are wet and the stems of the wind are flickering.

Ode to Lotus Picking in the South of the Yangtze River

In early spring, the North Shore dried up and South Lake in Xia Yue opened. Lotus is comfortable to lean against, and hibiscus is red. If it is small, it is better to return to the path, and the ship is easy to enter the cluster when it is light. The headlights are messy, and the clothes are fragrant with the wind. Jiangnan has little land, and it is not poor every year.

"Concentric Lotus" Southern Dynasties Zhu Liangchao

Castle Peak is beautiful, with beautiful scenery and bright moonlight. Before the pool was cleared, the red leaves went out of the house. The sun is divided into two shades and the wind is combined with two flowers. Fish are afraid of lotus breaking, but turtles hinder lotus. Clouds and rains flow lightly, and the grass should be auspicious. This is a song on the river, but who will regard it as a petticoat?

Fudeshe pickles Furong Southern Dynasties Chen Zu Sun Deng

Floating light rises all over Sichuan, and hibiscus bears the light. People come to spend shadows, clothes come to smell sweet.

Gui Zhou's poems are uncertain, and Ling Ge's poems are ahead for a long time. Pick and choose, leave, there is no time to make clothes.

"Lotus Picking Song" Chen Houzhu

I got up in the dark and lost my makeup the day before yesterday. Watch your mouth as you like, and the flowers will turn yellow. The wind makes the shirt dense and the boat timid. Bowen moves around and flowers fly around. Low-load and chaotic emerald shadows, new lotus fragrance on sleeves. When you come back, you will be summoned and try to enter the blue room.

"Ode to the Concentric Lotus" Sui Du Gong Exhibition

Burning lotus, graceful water. Solitary stems attract green, and double shadows reward red.

The color wins the song, and the fragrance dances wildly. The famous lotus can read by itself, and the same is true.

Song of Picking Lotus Sui Yinying Tong

There are countless companions on board, and the cable is released at its own urging. You don't need to wipe sweat powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will.

The ship docked against the lotus. Lotus root silk is held as a wisp and lotus leaf as a cup.

Song of Picking Lotus Tang

Pick lotus, green water and hibiscus clothes, and the autumn wind makes waves and geese fly. Gui Lan grows radially downward, and the jade skirt is lightly scratched. The flower ponds in Yu Ye are extremely flat, and the river is getting bitter. Acacia is bitter, the ceremony can't stay, the husband beyond the Great Wall hasn't returned, and it's dusk to pick lotus in Jiangnan. It's dusk, picking lotus, and we should advocate going home today. Picking mulberry leaves in Lunan is not as good as picking lotus on the river. Lotus after lotus, why should the flowers and leaves overlap? Ye Cuiben is ashamed of his eyebrows, and his bonus is like cheeks. Looking forward to leaving when the beauty is away. Love flowers, love lotus roots. Therefore, there is no place for love, and new things are nothing more than gorgeous. I did not hesitate to pay attention to the Western Jin Dynasty, and I was ashamed of the delay in writing geese in Beihai. Lotus picking songs have a festival, and the lotus picking night has not rested. Just as the mighty river prevailed, it was worth visiting the river last month. Meet in Lianpu at night, Wu Nv! * * * Ask Guanshan Road, thousands of miles away from the Han River, how heavy is it to collect a guest?

Zhao Lin at the east foot of Quchi River.

The faint fragrance is long around the curved pool, and the real mosaic covers the beautiful pool. I often worry that the bleak autumn wind comes too early, leaving you no time to make up the lotus.

"Antique" (Part 26) Li Bai

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

Midnight Wu Ge (2) Li Bai

On the mirror lake, there are more than 300 miles, all of which are Ke and Ke. At Five Lunatone smiled and collected them. Watch the banks of Yuye Creek. Less than a month after returning home, she was elected to the palace.

Don Li Bai, when you fold the gift of lotus.

Rowing to the river, the rippling river is more like a bright lotus. The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round.

This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away. Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind.

Li Bai, picking lotus songs

A woman who picks lotus by the river will laugh at the lotus. Rizhao's new makeup is bright under the water and fragrant in the wind. Who swims on the shore, 3355 reflects weeping willows. Zi Juan hissed into the fallen flower and saw the emptiness and heartbroken.

Li Bai (excerpt from "Huai Jiang" Taishou Liang Zai)

Like the lotus of water, it has the nature of nature.

Song of Picking Lotus: Tang He Zhang Zhi

The fog in Jishan is gloomy and craggy, and there is no wind and no waves in the mirror water. Mo Yan's spring is beautiful, and there is no mid-stream lotus picking.

Du Fu's poem "Wandering" (7)

The diameter of poplar flowers is covered with white felt, and the lotus leaves in the stream are stacked with green money. No one has seen the young child with bamboo shoots. The young child in the sand sleeps next to his mother.

"Lotus Picking Song" 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.

Don liqiao of the Netherlands.

New slippery skin, round lotus shadow is irregular. The wind is fragrant and far away, and the sunset is shaded.

Fish play with leaves, turtles float to see the green pool. It is difficult for Wei to accept mining, but Chu takes mining.

Lotus Liu Tang General Hospital

Beauty does not cover the body, but security can keep the roots. Yingying is on the west bank of Hunan, and the autumn wind is full of dew.

The beautiful scenery is not cold, and the front porch is fragrant. It's hard to compare with the load, but I've been leaning against the plateau all my life.

Bai Juyi planting lotus in Jingzhaofu

Sewage ditch stores turbid water, leaving fields on the water. I came to sigh and knew it was something lotus. There is green mud under it, and the fragrance has not recovered. There is a world of mortals, and the color is not fresh. Physical attributes are so, and so are personnel. It's better to be abandoned than donated. Yesterday, in the stream, flowers and leaves were beautiful and clear. There is no land this year, in front of the gaunt house.

Bai Juyi, Bailian Sect of Tuolin Temple

The water in Lintong Beitang is crystal clear. Bai Furong was born in China and has 300 stems.

Glowing in the daytime, clear and fragrant. Fragrant silver capsules are broken, and the jade plate is inclined.

I am ashamed of my dirty eyes. The wind is beautiful. It is called Honglian, but it has a clean name.

The summer calyx is not resting, and the autumn chamber is exhausted. In the middle of the night, the monks went to bed and walked around the pool alone.

I want to collect a coin and send it back to Chang 'an. But I'm afraid that the world can't grow out of the mountains.

Bai Juyi, picking lotus songs

The rhombic leaves are full of light and wind, and the boat is deep in lotus. Every lang wants to bow his head and laugh, and Biyu scratches his head and falls into the water.

Tanglianhualou

Pick lotus every day, and the magistrate will return at dusk. Don't splash water when opening the pole, for fear of wetting the red-violet clothes.

In the summer in Nange, I remembered the integrity of Meng Xin.

The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.

Song of Picking Lotus Tang Zhangji

There are many lotus seeds on the shore of Qiu Jiang, and the daughter who picks them relies on boat songs. The green house is round and solid, rippling before the game.

Try to pull the green stem to find the lotus root, and the broken silk will stab your hand. White practice waist sleeve half-rolled, no Hosta makeup comb shallow.

Before the ship is full, may I ask who lives far away When I come back, I will stay at dusk, and I will be my own hibiscus and paddle.

Tang Qiji, Song of Picking Lotus

Yuexi female, Yue Jianglian, Qi Hanlan, Shuang Chanjuan. Where to swim, choose to be with the boat.

Hao sang with tolerance, and the waves rippled. When the island is moored, several mandarin ducks sleep.

When the sleeves are full, the fragrance spreads. When dusk comes back, the smoky buds turn green.

Li Shangyin, Untitled Part II

The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.

Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .

Li Shangyin, Lotus

They are colorless and compatible, but they are not fragrant. Yao's seats were all set for the cool, but Jin was too late.

Turn the light back and cross the socks with the water. Looking forward to saying goodbye to the autumn before, leaving home to sing a song.

"Lotus" Wen Tingyun

The green pond shakes the iron pot to pick up the gold, and the orchid is rolled into a white apple. It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust.

Tang Baorong's Two Lotus Picking Songs

Take the boat to Nantang water, and the lotus leaves reflect the lotus seeds. Summer clothes are clean and pleasant, and you can't afford to dance in waves.

Care for delicate fingers, water chestnut has many new thorns when it is first ripe.

There is no wind when picking lotus, and the lotus pond is as loose as a mirror as a dragon. The short sleeves of the summer shirt are red, and the colorful songs laugh at the new hibiscus.

Play with fish and listen to Lotus East.

Lotus Leaf Don Li Qunyu

Roots are jade in the mud, and hearts are pearls. It was planted in Tang Jun and buried in Ren Chunpu.

Song of Picking Lotus Tang Li Yaru

Lotus field is a lake with a faint bonus. Three or five boats will go, singing loudly.

Lotus Leaf Don Zheng Gu

The moving boat splashes green, and the handle of the wind leans against the sill. Thank you, Huansha, for staying in the rain.

Bailiantang Lu Guimeng

Many plain flowers were cheated, and this flower ended up in Yaochi. Ruthless and hateful, everyone sees it, and the moon and the breeze fall.

"Lotus" Don Lu Guimeng

Singing Bao Zhaofu casually is even more worrying about Qu Ping. If you don't draw the west wind, red clothes can't bear autumn.

"Lotus Picking Song" Tang Liu

In the Qingjiang River at sunset, Jing songs are gorgeous and waist-high. I have been used to picking lotus since I was a child, and I followed the trend at the age of fifteen.

Collection of Tang Chen's Songs of Picking Lotus

Pink leaves open in the middle, and perfume comes up with the air. You can guess what the collar is when you see it in the clear water.

Sun Guangxian, five generations of lotus picking.

Xiang Lian sells for ten hectares, and eldest sister-in-law is greedy for lotus. I got my bow wet when I came late, and even took off my red skirt to wrap ducks.

Lotus leaf Ouyang xiu

The wind on the water set off waves, and the leaves were exposed between the waves. Who covered water in Zhang Qing, but covered it with red makeup to sing lotus picking?

Wang Caihua Anshi

Do you know that the sky is beautiful when the graceful wind and dew embrace Sichuan? Agger is detached, so he should be a beauty.

Summer with Friends Vae Season

In addition to the stillness of running water, you can sleep alone and be free. The moon gives birth to the forest, and the rain stays overnight like autumn.

Looking back at Lian Fang, who sings Du Ruozhou? There is no dream at night, and you can swim if you have a dream.

Koike yang Wanli

In spring, the stream flows, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

Yang Wanli, sent to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao.

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.

Dead Lotus Wei

All hands are green and lotus is exhausted, and gulls sleep in the rain without shelter. At that time, the stack of green money was full, and it was late autumn in Kenxintang.

Xiao Jin Gong drums, picking lotus songs.

Yang Yang Yangtze River water, haze rises to Pinghu. Tian Tian Qing eggplant lotus, Yan Hong lotus. It's sunny outside, and a cool breeze is blowing in Ran Ran. Whose house is it? In the early 28 th century, In pairs, smile and greet each other. Honeymoon on the waves, splashing fish in cattails. What do you want if you don't have enough hands?

"The title defeated the lotus" Yuan

I once brought wine back to the West Lake, and the fragrance was clear. The wheat straw is withered today, but it sends autumn sound to the guest clothes.

Leaf of Lotus Picking Song

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!

Ming Changlun in Lotus Picking Song

A hundred flowers move, and the wind scatters a scent of water. The people next to each other, holding hands with each other, laughed and hit Yuanyang.

Song of Picking Lotus Xiong Mingzhuo

Picking lotus and picking lotus, Ying Ying hit the road in the water. Yuanyang touched Ye Fei and moved to Tuantuan Building.

Song of Picking Lotus Wang Qing Xu Hong

Picking lotus flowers on the seashore, they look very new. Mochow, at night in the west, the bright moon will help people stay.

Xu Qingzhuo, Song of Picking Lotus

The girl in the stream has her back to the huansha, and her single shirt and jade wrist are inclined. Love and hate folding clothes, folding clothes, listening to thinking, looking forward to it, blowing injustice.

Nanxiangzi Li Xun

Riding on a float and crossing the lotus pond, the song is melodious and wakes up the sleeping mandarin duck. You girls cuddle and laugh, compete for novelty and beauty, and shake the lotus cover to break the sunset.

Huanxi Shalijing

Xiang Lian sells green leaves, and the west wind worries about the blue waves. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.

The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing.

Sun Guangxian of Sidi Township

How's it going? More lingering feelings! Moths gather shame under the eternal water curtain. Liu Luo's skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves. Look at the ground, rain hits the lotus.

Yi Yuhang Pan Lang

I remember that lonely mountain for a long time. It was like clusters in the middle of the lake. The monk's room is surrounded by the lake, and he will come back when it is clear.

Lotus fragrance spray even the clouds pavilion, pavilion sound clear eaves priests. Don't come to dust and stain other people's clothes, and dream of flying in vain.

Picking mulberry seeds Ouyang Xiu

After the lotus blooms, the West Lake will be fine. Here comes the wine, no need to mark it, followed by the green cover of the red chamber. The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown.

Linjiang county Ouyang xiu

In the willows outside, there is light thunder and drizzle in the pool; The sound of rain and the sound of rain, dripping on the lotus leaf, make a thin sound. Soon the rain stopped and the broken rainbow appeared in the west corner of the building. We leaned against the railing until the moon rose in the east.

Swallow flies back to the door, peeping at Hua Liang and asking. I took the curtain off the jade hook. The bed on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but there is no ripple. Watery pillow, there is a hairpin on the shore.

Fisherman Ao Ouyang Xiu in Northern Song Dynasty

At the bottom of the flower, I suddenly heard two paddles, and my companion came to look for it. The wine lamp rotates the lotus leaf. The lotus boat swings, and red waves are generated from time to time in the lamp. Flowers and wine are fragrant, and my cheeks are red. Get drunk and sleep in the shade. Startled, the bow pavilion is on the beach.

Fisherman Ao Ouyang Xiu in Northern Song Dynasty

For Lotus House, there are stalks, double buds and double red shadows. The weather changed when the rain stopped. Autumn water is quiet, and a talented woman is in the mirror. I don't feel glorious, and flowers are still harmonious without love. It is unlucky for flowers to have lovers. My heart is bitter, because I miss flowers.

Fisherman Ao Ouyang Xiu in Northern Song Dynasty

One night, the river was full of autumn water, and the lotus bloomed on the south bank of the river. Lust for tender fragrance and slow eyes. Sparse figure, lang ship unconsciously came to the side. "Take off Jin Ying jade wrist, turned around and made a bow. Lotus leaves are thick and shallow. Without convenience, people have to raise their faces.

Fisherman Ao Ouyang Xiu in Northern Song Dynasty

The lotus leaf field is as green as water, and the boat supports the flower shadow. It rained heavily last night. Worried, trouble sleeping, I felt the west wind coming. Rain and wind shake the core of the earth. The branches of Albizia Albizia are fragrant. Lotus seeds are like people. No good intentions, suffering in the center every year.

Gan Caozi Liu Yong

At dusk in autumn, the lotus is scattered and the pearls are raining. The moon is born after the rain, and it is freezing. I can't stand such loneliness without companions in the swimming pool! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, the words pink lang are written.

Die Hua Lian Yan Dao Ji

The first turning point of frost was disappointing. Through Ye Ying's voice, it seems to imitate Qin E's singing. Take a nap, wake up one day, double bamboo covered with cold wave. Rain blows and wind blows, and the sky rises. Lotus is delicate and full of tears. Obliquely facing the new moon in Lv Yun, the curved ring looks like a frown.

Yan Dao Ji, production inspector.

I hate wading across the river for a long time, so I moved closer to the stream head. Wandering the Mulan boat, wandering the two-yuan shop. Unreasonable frivolous clouds, dark for the base fiber rain. Green sleeves are too cold to talk to Lotus.

Ruan Langgui Su Dongpo in Early Summer

Green locust, high willow, swallows, new cicadas, the wind first enters the string. Wash away the heavy smoke under the blue screen window, and the sound of chess during the day scares you to sleep.

After a light rain, the lotus turned over and the pomegranate blossomed. Jade basin hand tanchun, Zhu Qiong broken and round.

Yongyule Su Dongpo

The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Jumping fish in a curved harbor, lotus dew in a round place, but not alone. Like three drums, one leaf is loud, and the dark dream cloud is broken. The night is boundless, and I can't find a place. I feel that I have traveled all over the small garden. Tired of tourists from the ends of the earth, I returned to my home in the mountains and looked at my hometown. Swallow house is empty, where is beauty? It's like a dream in ancient and modern times, but there are old joys and new grievances. At different times, the night view of the Huang family is a sigh of Yu Hao.

Man Fang Ting and Huang Tingjian

The water is thick and clear, the new strip is light green, and the green light reflects the virtual pavilion. Golden flower frost heron, lotus path picks up duckweed. Du Xiangzhu's trunk was bent, thin and sparse by red makeup. The night wind is clear, the pond is full, and the water is clear and the stars are moving. I can hear that after a light rain, she bloomed, so she moved to the Hu bed and became a square screen. The practice scale is full of clouds, the sound is constant, and the eaves ring wind chimes. The banquet was reopened, and the Yaochi was full of snow and green.

Huang Chao walked

Nanyuan is better than summer. In twos and threes, Hsinchu first came out and crossed the eaves to invade households. Listen to the chaotic lotus wind and sprinkle the phoenix rain. After noon, the curtains are uneven, cicadas are singing away, and dreams are still there.

Stay, the past is empty, have you ever lived when you met? It is not enough to count human events, but also to dream about emotions. Look at a few floating flowers, a wisp of fragrance lingers. The strange Taoist said: Tao Qian did a great job.

Jane yimei and Li Qingzhao

Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Su Mu covered Zhou Bangyan.

Burn agarwood to relieve summer heat. Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird. The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one. My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time. Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu.

Huanxi sand snow Zhao Yun

I hate the whole country, I cried a lot of red tears, and the wind condensed my skin. The setting sun is over the river, the palace is half flat, and the lotus is full of lakes.

Nan Kezi's Wonderful Selected Poems of Sages in Tang and Song Dynasties

Shili Qingshan is far away, and the tide is flat and the road is sand. Several times, birds complained that the years were another bleak time of the end of the world!

The Millennium gathers the waning moon, and the breeze scatters the clouds. Green Di Yang asked Lotus: Remember the family that sold wine in those days?

Lady Manwei of Bodhisattva

The Red Chamber leans against the bend of the stream, and the stream in front of the building is cold and jade. Mulan boat rippled, with people and teenagers on board. Lotus is charming and wants to say, laughing into the mandarin duck spectrum. On the waves, smoke is low, and on the song month, diamonds return.

Huanxisha Zhangyuangan

The mountain shakes the lake around the city, the reflection of the lake infiltrates the green hills, and the crystal building wants to watch the night. When the fog and willow are dark, the clouds are overcast and the moon is full, and the dew is turned over by fireflies, and it is rustling until morning.

Linjiang county Ye Mengde

I didn't see the fish jump over the harbor, but I passed by the lake on purpose. Whispering winds and chaotic Yu He. Wei Yun blew away and the moon fell. I haven't finished drinking a glass of white wine, and I'm staggered when I come back. No one can sing the song of picking ling. Xiao Xuan pillow bamboo, eaves shadow hanging star river.

Nian Nujiao Jiang Kui

Make a scene. Remember to try Yuanyang for company when you come. Thirty-six cruel people have not arrived, and there are countless water clothes. The green leaves are cool, the jade capacity sells wine, and the rain falls. Shake, Leng Xiang flies to the poem. At dusk, the green pavilion is graceful, and the lover has gone, so why put up with Ling Bo? I'm afraid the dance clothes will fall off easily when they get cold, and I'm afraid I'll enter Nanpu and Xifeng. High willows hang in the shade, old fish blow the waves, leaving me to live in the flower room. How many fields, how much back to the sand.

Yanfengjiang

I dreamed of the Tang dynasty, and the end of spring in the palace was late, just as I was dancing and dragging. Cui Yun's team is full of scarlet clothes and his hands are hanging down. Suddenly, the drums rushed up and flew out in a panic like Cai Feng. I dreamed of seeing Princess Wan Qiong and seeing the lotus being blown by the wind.

Zhegutian Shanghejin Cai Songnian

There are ten fragrant flowers in the beautiful pond, and the waves in the evening are quiet and fragrant. Rouge snow is thin and heavy, and the jade plate is luminous. Dai Shan is far away, the moon wavelength. Twilight clouds and autumn shadows shine on Xiaoxiang. Drunk souls want to chase the dream of Lingbo, and pay the west wind to cool tonight.

Fishing, Jin Yuanhao smells.

Ask the lotus root, how much silk is there, and who does the lotus know to suffer for? Two flowers are tender as water, and they know that they are children of their old family. I have promised, but if I don't teach, I will live and die together. The sunset is speechless. In the smoke of thanking the guests, Fei Xianghe was not heartbroken.

Sweet dreams. Fortunately, Ganoderma lucidum. The world is pitching today and tomorrow. The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, so you wish you could bury the loess. Acacia, fleeting, is blown by the west wind for no reason. Blue boat lives less. Afraid of mentioning wine again, the red skirt hangs half, and the wolf lies in the wind and rain.

Water Fairy Yong Jiangnan Bird Yang Hao

A river is full of smoke and water, and people on both sides draw eaves. A lotus bush is light, watching the dance again and again, and the wind is ten miles away. The original painting is to the end of the world, the wine flag is outside the wind, and the situation is set in Jiangnan.

A bunch of flowers, Yong Bing, Di Lianqing, Nalan Xingde

Yu Pei's clothes are on. She is relatively red. The lotus root wind sends Ling Bo, bowing his head to speak softly. An affectionate and bitter heart returns to the pulse of the sunset. The color is fragrant, and the moon is small. Peach roots and leaves are always together, accompanied by diligent two-bedroom mandarin ducks. Rice clouds are dark, and dreams are sent to Xiaoxiang.

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. Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside and straight inside, you can see from a distance that it is not ridiculous.