Beautiful words and sentences describing Koike

1. The sentence that describes Koike's anxiety. In summer, Nanting fell in love with Xinda Meng Haoran. The mountain lights in the west suddenly went out, and a bright moon slowly rose on the lake in 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.

Untitled second Li Shangyin's east wind started to rain, and the wheels outside the Lotus Pool rang faintly. 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. Does the human heart have to bloom in spring like all other flowers? Even if this bright flame of love, should it only be ashes? .

There is more hatred in the sand and snow in Huanxi, and more red tears cry for Gusu, leaning against the wind to coagulate the snow skin. The setting sun is over the river, the palace is half flat, and the lotus is full of lakes.

Li Jue, the son of Nanxiang, crossed the lotus pond in a float and sang songs to wake 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 sand is beautiful and fragrant, and the west wind is blue and blue. He is skinny and 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.

Looking back on Pan Lang's long memory of the lonely mountain in Yuhang, the mountain is like a cluster in the lake, and the monk's room faces the lake all around, and the Qing Dynasty has returned. 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. ◇ After picking the lotus flowers of Mulberry and Ouyang Xiu, the West Lake is good. You don't need to mark the wine, and the green cover of the red building will follow.

The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown. It's raining in the light thunder pool outside Ouyang Xiu willow in Linjiang County, and the sound of rain drops the sound of broken lotus flowers.

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. Autumn evening in Liuyong, Gan Caozi, is littered with withered lotus flowers, covered with pearls and rain.

The moon is born after the rain, and it is freezing. I can't stand such loneliness without companions in the swimming pool! But beside the golden cage, I shared the parrot and read the words of Fenlang.

Yan's first twist cream 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, a health inspector, hated wading in the river and moved to Xitou. 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, Qinghuai and Gaoliu swallowed new cicadas, and the wind first entered 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.

The 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? Swallows are locked in the building.

Ancient and modern dreams, 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 Huang Tingjian water is thick and clear, the new article 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 Chaobuzhi's South Garden 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.

Nan Kezi's wonderful poems of Tang and Song Dynasties are ten miles away, on the sand of Chaoping Road. 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? Su Mu is covered with Zhou Bangyan incense to cool off the heat. Birds call clear, intrude into the eaves.

Chuyang on the leaves is dry and rainy. The water surface is clear and round, and the wind and load are lifted 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.

Huanxisha Zhangyuangan Mountain surrounds Pinghu and shakes the city. The reflection of the lake permeates 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.

Meng De, Xian Ye, Linjiang, didn't see the jumping fish and twisting the harbor, but deliberately passed by the lake. 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 became an instant hit, and when she came, she tasted the taste of being husband and wife with Yuanyang. 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.

2. Koike Poems] Yang Wanli (Southern Song Dynasty) has a pair of silent and precious spring eyes, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, loving sunny and soft.

The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. [Note] 1. Fountain: A hole from which spring water flows.

2. Soft sunshine: soft waves in sunny days. 3. Sharp corner: the tip of the lotus leaf that has not yet reached the water surface.

[Comment] This poem describes a clear spring, a trickle, a pool of trees, a few small lotus leaves and a small dragonfly, which constitutes a vivid landscape of a small pool and shows the intimate and harmonious relationship between all things in nature. At the beginning, the words "spring is silent and precious for a trickle, and the shade shines on the water and loves softness" bring readers into a small, delicate, soft and pleasant realm, and a trickle slowly flows out of the spring silently; In the sunset, Chi Pan's green trees throw the shade into the water, and the light and shadow are mottled and clearly visible.

A word "pity" turns ruthlessness into sentience, as if spring is letting it flow silently and slowly because of the pity of love; A word "love" gives life to the green tree. It seems to like the soft sunshine and shows its charm with water as a mirror. In three or four sentences, the poet, like a clever photographer, took an interesting shot with a quick mirror: "Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and a dragonfly stood on it a long time ago."

The time sequence has not yet reached midsummer, and the lotus leaf has just exposed a sharp corner from the water, and a small dragonfly is standing on it. A "talent show" and an "early stand" are taken care of, vividly depicting the scene of dragonflies and lotus leaves leaning against each other.

Yang Wanli advocates learning from nature when writing poems. He has a keen interest in natural scenery. He often uses fresh and lively style and plain language to describe the ordinary scenery he sees every day. He is especially good at capturing the characteristics and fleeting changes of scenery and forming interesting pictures, so his poems are full of rich life breath.

3. The beautiful poem describing the lotus is not only the lotus in Xiaochi, Liang Junjin in Southern Dynasties, but also miscellaneous flowers and Luo Yi hanging in Qingjiang. Ask my son where to go today, picking lotus in Jiangnan. There is no reason to send it. I wish you an early return. This lotus is fresh. Summer songs in the Southern Dynasties, Liang Xiaoyan, lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, red flowers full of clear water. The color is the same, but the lotus root is different. The poem Hong Ying on the lotus should shine on the sun. Moving to Yaochi is a great loss. How to make friends with Erigeron? Sing to concentric hibiscus, Sui capital palace battle, burning lotus flowers, graceful water. One stem attracts green, and two shadows share dividends. The song of color wins the face, and the fragrance dances wildly. The famous lotus can read by itself, but the situation is the same. Picking lotus songs, Sui Yin Yingtong and countless companions helped each other in the same boat, untied themselves and urged them. Lotus leaves are packed in cups. A lotus in the autumn pond is full of respect until autumn falls, and Ling Bo spits red alone. She relies on roots to get what she wants, but if she refuses, she will go with the wind. Antique (26th issue) Li Tang and Bai Bisheng have a quiet spring, and the morning is clear. The flowers in autumn are green, and the thick leaves are smoky. 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 Huachi's side. I will pick lotus songs from the golden paddle magnolia boat in Xiao Wei, southern Liu Liang, and play lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus leaves all over the river are fresh. The house is easy to hang, so bring your own handle. As soon as the flowers are exposed, the stems are wet and the wind blows. When I break the lotus, I will give Tang Libai a chance to make love in the river. Looking forward to a cool breeze. In the middle of the night (2) Tang Libai Jinghu stretches for thousands of miles. In May, the lotus flowers are in full bloom and the stone smiles like flowers. The fishing boat looks at the moon and waits for the moon to come out, sighing and returning to the palace. You can pick lotus when you sing in Jiangnan. In the Southern Dynasties, the northern shore of Liu Liang was dry in early spring, and the south lake of Xia Yue was connected. Lotus is comfortable to lean against, and hibiscus is born red. It is advisable to return to the path, and the boat can easily enter the bushes. The hair is messy, and the clothes are fragrant with the wind. There is a small place in Jiangnan. Year after year, the situation is endless. Endowed with Chen Zusun of the Southern Dynasties, he picked hibiscus in the river, climbed the river, and hibiscus bore the light. People come and spend their shadows, and clothes cross the lotus fragrance. The poems in Guizhou are uncertain, and the Lingge quotation is longer. When picking flowers and leaving, it's too late to catch them as petticoats. Chang Ling of the Queen's Hall of Yue and Yue Nv made a laurel boat, and they also regarded it as a laurel tree. The lake is as far as the eye can see, and Qingjiang River can't touch it. Pick hibiscus.

Fish hits the lotus leaf, and fish hits the lotus leaf. Fish hit the south of the lotus leaf, fish hit the north of the lotus leaf.

Hibiscus flowers are beautiful, flowerless and leafless, and fragrant, which is different from flowers. After the rain, the breeze blows and the independent pool goes to the moon.

Picking lotus songs, bright and long-lasting, makes flowers move, and the wind scatters fragrance. Holding hands with others, smiling and hitting Yuanyang.

He Xu Mingwei's Mirror Lake is 800 miles long, among which lotus flowers are particularly fragrant. Butterflies worry that they can't fly, but Yuanyang hits the water.

Su Mu is covered with agarwood burned by Song Zhou Bangyan to cool off the heat. Birds call clear, intrude into the eaves.

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. A plum cut in the Northern Song Dynasty, Li Qingzhao, red lotus root fragrance, jade lingering autumn, light solution to Luo Shang, alone green boat.

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.

Xiaochi [Song] Yang Wanli's eyes are silent, and the water in the stream is sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

Lotus-picking Song [Tang] Wang Changling's lotus leaf skirt is cut in monochrome, and hibiscus blooms to both sides of the face. 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.

Green sun over gold, Yuefu covered with green water, lotus covered with red flowers. There is a lotus root under it and a shower head on it. In the Southern Dynasties, hibiscus, Shen Liang breeze shook purple leaves, and the bamboo house was exposed. The pool in the middle is so green that I am red.

4. The beautiful poem describing the lotus is not only the lotus in Xiaochi, Liang Junjin in Southern Dynasties, but also miscellaneous flowers and Luo Yi hanging in Qingjiang. Ask my son where to go today, picking lotus in Jiangnan. There is no reason to send it. I wish you an early return. This lotus is fresh. Summer songs in the Southern Dynasties, Liang Xiaoyan, lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, red flowers full of clear water. The color is the same, but the lotus root is different. The poem Hong Ying on the lotus should shine on the sun. Moving to Yaochi is a great loss. How to make friends with Erigeron? Sing to concentric hibiscus, Sui capital palace battle, burning lotus flowers, graceful water. One stem attracts green, and two shadows share dividends. The song of color wins the face, and the fragrance dances wildly. The famous lotus can read by itself, but the situation is the same. Picking lotus songs, Sui Yinying rowed with countless companions and untied himself. Lotus leaves are packed in cups. A lotus in the autumn pond is full of respect until autumn falls, and Ling Bo spits red alone. She relies on roots to get what she wants, but if she refuses, she will go with the wind. Antique (26th issue) Li Tang and Bai Bisheng have a quiet spring, and the morning is clear. The flowers in autumn are green, and the thick leaves are smoky. 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 Huachi's side. I will pick lotus songs from the golden paddle magnolia boat in Xiao Wei, southern Liu Liang, and play lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus leaves all over the river are fresh. The house is easy to hang, so bring your own handle. As soon as the flowers are exposed, the stems are wet and the wind blows. When I break the lotus, I will give Tang Libai a chance to make love in the river. Looking forward to a cool breeze. In the middle of the night (2) Tang Libai Jinghu stretches for thousands of miles. In May, the lotus flowers are in full bloom and the stone smiles like flowers. The fishing boat looks at the moon and waits for the moon to come out, sighing and returning to the palace. You can pick lotus when you sing in Jiangnan. In the Southern Dynasties, the northern shore of Liu Liang was dry in early spring, and the south lake of Xia Yue was connected. Lotus is comfortable to lean against, and hibiscus is born red. It is advisable to return to the path, and the boat can easily enter the bushes. The hair is messy, and the clothes are fragrant with the wind. There is a small place in Jiangnan. Year after year, the situation is endless. Endowed with Chen Zusun of the Southern Dynasties, he picked hibiscus in the river, climbed the river, and hibiscus bore the light. People come and spend their shadows, and clothes cross the lotus fragrance. The poems in Guizhou are uncertain, and the Lingge quotation is longer. When picking flowers and leaving, it's too late to catch them as petticoats. Chang Ling of the Queen's Hall of Yue and Yue Nv made a laurel boat, and they also regarded it as a laurel tree. The lake is as far as the eye can see, and Qingjiang River can't touch it. Pick hibiscus.

Fish hits the lotus leaf, and fish hits the lotus leaf. Fish hit the south of the lotus leaf, fish hit the north of the lotus leaf.

Hibiscus flowers are beautiful, flowerless and leafless, and fragrant, which is different from flowers. After the rain, the breeze blows and the independent pool goes to the moon.

Picking lotus songs, bright and long-lasting, makes flowers move, and the wind scatters fragrance. The people next to each other, holding hands with each other, laughed and hit Yuanyang.

He Xu Mingwei's Mirror Lake is 800 miles long, among which lotus flowers are particularly fragrant. Butterflies worry that they can't fly, but Yuanyang hits the water.

Su Mu is covered with agarwood burned by Song Zhou Bangyan to cool off the heat. Birds call clear, intrude into the eaves.

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. A plum cut in the Northern Song Dynasty, Li Qingzhao, red lotus root fragrance, jade lingering autumn, light solution to Luo Shang, alone green boat.

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.

Xiaochi [Song] Yang Wanli's eyes are silent, and the water in the stream is sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

Lotus-picking Song [Tang] Wang Changling's lotus leaf skirt is cut in monochrome, and hibiscus blooms to both sides of the face. 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.

Green sun over gold, Yuefu covered with green water, lotus covered with red flowers. There is a lotus root under it and a shower head on it. In the Southern Dynasties, hibiscus, Shen Liang breeze shook purple leaves, and the bamboo house was exposed. The pool in the middle is so green that I am red.

5. The beautiful poem describing the lotus is expected to be adopted except Xiaochi.

1. In the early morning, the crystal dew swayed on the lotus leaf, and a gust of wind blew, and the dew on the lotus leaf flowed down like a broken pearl.

2. Lotus leaves held a squeezing contest in the pond. Every green lotus leaf looks like a Hercules. You squeeze me, I squeeze you. Some Hercules couldn't hold on and were cornered by other Hercules. After the thunderstorm, the small water drops are like pearls with broken lines, crawling on the lotus leaves one by one in the sun, shining and beautiful. Some lotus leaves are oblique, and small drops of water clatter on the pond, and after a while there is no sound. Dragonflies fly freely in the sky and land on the lotus, which is more full of vitality.

3. In the mid-month lotus pond, the breeze brings fragrance. I watched the lotus's moving posture with great interest. You see, some lotus flowers are still full of flowers and bones, which are in bud and look like they are about to burst. Some only show two or three petals; Some petals are all unfolded, revealing a small tender yellow lotus flower, which can be said to be "muddy but not dirty, clear but not demon." I was deeply intoxicated by the scenery. If a painter comes here and paints this charming scenery in front of him, it will definitely cause a fierce sensation.

6. Koike Poems] Yang Wanli (Southern Song Dynasty) has a pair of silent and precious spring eyes, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, loving sunny and soft.

The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. [Note] 1. Fountain: A hole from which spring water flows.

2. Soft sunshine: soft waves in sunny days. 3. Sharp corner: the tip of the lotus leaf that has not yet reached the water surface.

[Comment] This poem describes a clear spring, a trickle, a pool of trees, a few small lotus leaves and a small dragonfly, which constitutes a vivid landscape of a small pool and shows the intimate and harmonious relationship between all things in nature. At the beginning, the words "spring is silent and precious for a trickle, and the shade shines on the water and loves softness" bring readers into a small, delicate, soft and pleasant realm, and a trickle slowly flows out of the spring silently; In the sunset, Chi Pan's green trees throw the shade into the water, and the light and shadow are mottled and clearly visible.

A word "pity" turns ruthlessness into sentience, as if spring is letting it flow silently and slowly because of the pity of love; A word "love" gives life to the green tree. It seems to like the soft sunshine and shows its charm with water as a mirror. In three or four sentences, the poet, like a clever photographer, took an interesting shot with a quick mirror: "Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and a dragonfly stood on it a long time ago."

The time sequence has not yet reached midsummer, and the lotus leaf has just exposed a sharp corner from the water, and a small dragonfly is standing on it. A "talent show" and an "early stand" are taken care of, vividly depicting the scene of dragonflies and lotus leaves leaning against each other.

Yang Wanli advocates learning from nature when writing poems. He has a keen interest in natural scenery. He often uses fresh and lively style and plain language to describe the ordinary scenery he sees every day. He is especially good at capturing the characteristics and fleeting changes of scenery and forming interesting pictures, so his poems are full of rich life breath.