A poem praising the lotus in China's traditional painting

1. Lotus traditional Chinese painting poems

Lotus traditional Chinese painting poem 1. Complete works of lotus traditional Chinese painting poems

Lotus poetry

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. -Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"

The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. -Yang Wanli's Little Pool

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"

The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, and the water was clear, and the wind and lotus were one by one. -Zhou Bangyan's "Su Mu is Liao Aquilaria"

Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. -Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream, Always Remember the Sunset in Xiting"

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. -Wang Changling's "Two Lotus Picks"

2. Chinese painting with lotus poems

Poems about lotus flowers can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River. What is the lotus leaf?

Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north. The lotus leaf skirt in Changling, Wang Song is cut in monochrome, and hibiscus flowers bloom on 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. Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli of Chu Xiao Jingci School. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. A plum blossom in the Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance, jade Qing and Yu Qiuyu, so she untied Luo Shang and went to Lan alone.

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.

Lotus is clear. Shi Tao has a five-inch lotus leaf, and sticking to the waves does not hinder the painting boat from shaking; In April and May, it can also cover the waist of beautiful women. Love Lotus Song Dunyi's Flowers of Land and Water Plants is very complicated.

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. Qingyangdu ~ Jinlefu is full of green water and hibiscus is red and fresh.

There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above. ◇ ode to hibiscus ~ Yue Qingfeng in the Southern Dynasties shook purple leaves and exposed Zhu Shi lightly.

Zhongchi is so green, wait until I glow red. ◇ picking lotus ~ In the Southern Dynasties, Wu Liang Dai mixed flowers, and Luoyi hung Qinghe.

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. ◇ Poems on Lotus ~ There are micro-grasses in the north of Jiang Hongze, which can be used to revive the spring.

Green leaves like the wind, and red cherry is suitable for the sun. Moving to the fish pond is a great loss.

How to frost dew, should be with the canopy. ◇ chanting concentric hibiscus ~ Duke Du of Sui displayed lotus flowers, and graceful water came out.

A solitary stem is green, and two shadows share dividends. The color wins the song, and the fragrance dances wildly.

The famous lotus can read by itself, and the same is true. ◇ picking lotus songs ~ Sui Yin Yingtong drew countless companions and untied himself.

You don't need to wipe sweat powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The boat docked against the lotus.

Lotus root silk is held as a wisp and lotus leaf as a cup. ◇ Ancient style (its twenty-six) ~ Tang Li Baibi is born in quiet spring, sunny and fresh.

Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke. Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense? Sit and watch the frost disappear.

If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi. ◇ Lotus-picking Song ~ Xiao Weijin paddled a Mulan boat in South Liu Liang, playing with lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

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. ◇ There is a gift of folding lotus ~ Tang Li Bai is playing autumn water by the river, loving this red and fresh.

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. ◇ Lotus ~ Li Shangyin is colorless and compatible. Why not be 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 ~ Wenlutang shakes the star gold, and rolls the orchid into a white apple.

It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust. Go out to Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli at night. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. ◇ hibiscus on the money pool ~ Jiangnan will rest in September, and hibiscus will turn to Zhongzhou.

Beauty laughs across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow. Dew wash jade plate Jintang cold, autumn wind blowing Jincheng ribbon.

It's no use looking at each other. It's getting late, and there's a kind of seclusion in the pond. ◇ A plum cut ~ Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance in the Northern Song Dynasty can ruin Yuqiu, relieve Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone.

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 Curtain Covered ~ Zhou Bangyan burned agarwood to cool off the heat in the Northern Song Dynasty. 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. Li Antang ~ Huang Mingqiong Dongjiatan is a vast desert with green trees facing the water inlet.

Ten miles of brocade is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing. ◇ picking lotus songs ~ Li Yaru's lotus field is a lake with a faint bonus.

Three or five boats will go, singing loudly. ◇ Hibiscus ~ The most pitiful thing about Zheng Qing Banqiao is a few blushing scars, and there is a small bamboo door beside the Shuiwai Bridge.

Looking in the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Shi used to live in Zhuze Village. ◇ Thinking in Ouxiang ~ Modern, leisure, Xiao Wen, bid farewell to Anyi ancient town, and the water in Ouxiang is swaying in the canoe; The shore willows are dyed with green streams, and the lotus fragrance is brewed in autumn.

Living in a foreign land is poor and chaotic, and my hometown is happy; A man of virtue and wealth starts from scratch, and the lotus fairy comes to the door gladly. In summer, the mountain light suddenly goes out in the west of Nanting Sixin-Meng Haoran, and the moon rises slowly in 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, a misty rain is blowing from the east, and the wheels are faintly thundering outside the Furong Pool. 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? .

Making friends in summer ~ Ji Xu is free, sleeping alone and the water steps are quiet. 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. ◇ There is more hatred in the sand and snow in Huanxi, and more red tears cry for Gusu, leaning on 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. ◇ Nanxiangzi Li Xun took a float boat, crossed the lotus pond, and called the sleeping mandarin duck.

You girls cuddle and laugh, compete for novelty and beauty, and shake the lotus cover to break the sunset. ◇ Huanxisha Li Hanjingxiang sells residual green leaves, and the west wind is 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. How about Sun Guangxian in Sidi Township? 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.

◇ Recalling Yuhang Pan Lang's long memory of the lonely mountain, the lonely mountain is like a cluster in the lake, and the monk's room faces the lake all around, and Qing will return. 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. ◇ Linjiang Xian Ouyang Xiu It's raining in the light thunder pool outside Liuwai.

3. What do you think of lotus (no less than 100 words)?

South of the Yangtze river

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.

Cailian District 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.

Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli of Chu Xiao Jingci School.

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.

Cut plum in the northern song dynasty. 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.

Lotus Qingshitao

Five-inch lotus leaves, sticking waves does not hinder the painting boat from shaking;

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

Love Lotus 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, never touch the mud, clear ripples but not evil, direct communication, not sloppy, but far away without being ridiculous.

4. Lotus pond poems

Xiao Chi by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty

The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

This poem is a fresh sketch. Everything is so beautiful, so soft and so affectionate. Every sentence is poetic, showing beautiful early summer scenery, natural and simple, touching. This poem describes a 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 cherishes 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 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. The silence of spring eyes is to cherish the long flowing water, and the shade of trees reflects the water because it likes the gentleness of sunny days. Just as the little tender lotus leaves its tightly wrapped tip, the lovely dragonfly comes to stand on it early. Zhu Xuanxian's Chinese painting "Xiaohe Cailou Jiao Jian" based on Yang Wanli's poem "Xiaochi" vividly reflects this kind of poetry.

5. Statement about painting lotus flowers

At the top of the prickly lotus stem are blossoming lotus flowers. The colors of lotus flowers are particularly beautiful, some are flawless, some are red in white, and some are green in red. Some are still budding flowers and bones.

I love the lotus, its fragrance, its graceful, its charm, its nobleness.

The rhythm of the breeze is dancing; Others are a little shy, holding a lovely green umbrella and covering their cheeks for a while before they show their most beautiful smile to everyone; Others are full of energy and are in the bud.

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.

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.

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.

Some lotus leaves in the pool are like an open umbrella, lotus flowers under the umbrella like a mother protecting her children; Some are like handfuls of fans swaying in the wind; Others, like a big green disc, are spread on the water surface with glittering and translucent water drops rolling around on the leaves.