Description of Lotus by Scholars in China in Past Dynasties

Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and lotus leaves are He Tiantian.

fish plays between lotus leaves, fish plays with lotus leaves in the east,

fish plays with lotus leaves in the west, fish plays with lotus leaves in the south and fish plays with lotus leaves in the north.

picking lotus songs in Wang Changling

The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus opens to both sides of the face.

I can't see you when I wander into the pool, and I feel someone coming when I hear the song.

Xiao Chu Jing Ci sent Lin Zifang Yang Wanli

After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.

the lotus leaves are infinitely bright in the next day, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun in a different color.

A plum blossom was cut in the Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao

The fragrant lotus root left the jade in the autumn, and she took off her dress lightly and went to Lanzhou alone.

who sent the brocade book in the cloud? When the word geese returns, the moon is full of the West Building.

flowers drift and water flows. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure.

There's nothing I can do to get rid of this feeling, so I frown, but I feel it.

The lotus flower is clear. Shi Tao

The lotus leaf is five inches long and the lotus flower is charming. Sticking waves does not hinder the painting boat from rocking;

Even in April and May, it can cover a beautiful woman's waist.

On the Love Lotus Song Zhou Dunyi

The flowers of land and water plants are very lovely. Jin Tao Yuanming loves chrysanthemums alone. Since Li Tang came, the world loves peonies very much. Love the lotus from the mud but not dye it, and it is clear without evil, straight through the outside, not creeping, and can be seen from a distance without being ridiculous.

Qingyangdu ~ Jin Yuefu

Green lotus covers green water, and hibiscus is red and fresh. There is a lotus root on the bottom and a lotus root on the top.

◇ Ode to the Lotus ~ Southern Dynasties Liang Shen Yue

The purple leaves are shaken by the breeze, and the Zhu room is lightly exposed. Zhongchi is so green, wait for me to glow red.

◇ picking lotus flowers ~ Southern Dynasties Liang Wu Jun

Brocade is mixed with flowers, Luo Yi hangs over the green river. Ask the son where to go today, and pick the lotus in the south of the Yangtze River. Three thousand miles in western Liaoning, I want to send it for no reason. May you return early, and this lotus flower is fresh.

◇ ode to the lotus ~ Jiang Hong

There are tiny grasses in Zebei, which can be rejuvenated by flowers. The green leaves are fond of the wind, and the red ying is suitable for the sun. It's a great loss to move to Yuchi. How to frost dew, should be with erigeron.

chanting concentric hibiscus ~ Sui Du Gongzhan

burning lotus flowers, graceful out of the water. A solitary stem leads to green, and a double shadow pays dividends. The color wins the song and the face, and the fragrance dances in disorder. The famous lotus can be read by itself, and the situation is the same.

◇ picking lotus songs ~ Sui Yin Yingtong

There are countless companions in boating, and they are urged to untie their cables. There is no need to wipe the sweat powder, and the wind skirt is open at will. The ship came in to lean against the lotus. Lotus root silk is held as a wisp, and lotus leaves are held into cups.

◇ Antique (the 26th) ~ Tang Li Bai

Bihe gives birth to a quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh. Autumn flowers emit green water, and dense leaves are full of smoke. The beautiful powder is peerless, and who will pass on the fragrance? Sit and watch the flying frost fade away.

I'm willing to trust the edge of Huachi since I haven't got my roots.

◇ picking lotus songs ~ Southern Liang Liu Xiaowei

Golden oar Mulan boat, playing with Jiangnan lotus. Lotus fragrance is separated from Pudu, and lotus leaves are fresh all over the river. The room is easy to start with, and the handle is self-contained. When the flowers are exposed, they are wet, and the wind stems are suddenly swaying.

◇ There is a gift when you fold the lotus ~ Tang Li Bai

Playing autumn water in the river, I love this red and fresh. The water drops on the lotus leaf, but the rolling is not round. The beautiful beautiful woman hid in the colorful clouds, want to give her flowers, and far in the sky. Acacia and meet life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind.

◇ Lotus ~ Li Shangyin

are colorless and compatible, so I don't want this fragrance. Yao seats are set in the cool, and the gold is too late. Turn back the lamp and shine, and cross the socks with water. Expect to say goodbye to the autumn before, and leave home to sing a song.

◇ Lotus ~ Wen Tingyun

The green pond is shaken to meet Xingjin, and the rolled orchid is rolled into Baiping. We should put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far the lotus core has incense dust.

◇ Going out to Jingci Temple at night to see Lin Zifang ~ Yang Wanli

After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaf in the next day is not to be green, the lotus is particularly bright red in the sun.

◇ hibiscus on Qian's pond ~ Wen Zhiming

In September, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River stopped, and hibiscus turned to Zhongzhou. Beauty smiles across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow.

The dew-washed jade plate is cold in the golden palace, and the wind blows the ribbon to bring Jincheng to autumn. It's useless to look at each other, it's late, and there is a kind of seclusion in the pond.

◇ Cut the plum ~ Northern Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao

Red lotus root fragrance can make the jade last forever, let go of Luo Shang lightly, and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book in the cloud? When the word geese returns, the moon is full of the West Building. Flowers drift and water flows.

one kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind.

◇ Su Muzhe ~ Zhou Bangyan, Northern Song Dynasty

Burning agarwood to cool off the summer heat. Birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds and birds. Chu Yang leaves dry overnight rain, the water is clear and round, and the wind and the lotus lift 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 remember each other in May? Small boat, dream into Furong Pu.

◇ Liantang ~ Ming Huang Qiong

Dongjiatan is vast and desolate, with shady trees facing the water inlet. Ten miles of brocade incense is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing.

◇ picking lotus songs ~ Li Yaru

The lotus field is surrounded by a lake, with faint bonuses. Three or five boats will go, and the songs will be loud and clear.

◇ hibiscus ~ Qing Zheng Banqiao

I am most sympathetic to the traces of blush, and there is a small bamboo gate beside the bridge outside the water. Looking at the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Xi Shi used to live in the village of Zhuluo.

◇ Thinking about Ouxiang ~ Modern Leisure Literature

Say goodbye to the ancient town of Anyi, and take a canoe in Ouxiang; The shore willow is dyed with green brook water, and the lotus fragrance is brewed with golden autumn.

Being stranded in a foreign land hurts the poor and chaos, and the hometown returns to the happy scenery; People with political integrity and wealth start from the beginning, and Fairy Furong is happy to visit.

in Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking of Xin ~ Meng Haoran

the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, in the east from the lake the slow moon rises. With her hair hanging in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in the quiet and spacious place. Waves of evening breeze sent to the fragrance of lotus, the dew from the bamboo leaves to send a crisp sound.

I would take up my lute and I would play, but, alas, who here would understand?. Regrets the night, the memory of old friends, all night in the dream also hard to miss.

◇ Untitled Second ~ Li Shangyin

a misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, and wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool. There are locks of the golden toad incense burner, cigarette wrapped in elegant, like the yuhu pulley, traction rope to draw the well water.

a great lady once, from behind a screen, favoured a poor youth, a fairy queen brought a bridal mat once for the ease of a prince and then vanished. Never mind * * * flowers compete for hair, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?.

◇ Making friends in summer ~ Xu Ji

When the water steps are quiet, you can sleep alone. The moon gives birth to the forest, and the rain stays overnight like autumn. Looking back at Lotus Pu, who sings Du Ruozhou? There is no dream in a good night, and you can swim if you have a dream.

◇ Huanxisha Xue Zhaoyun

I hate the whole country, and how many red tears shed tears over Gusu, leaning against the wind to coagulate the snow skin. The setting sun is in the sky of Wuzhushan River, the King of Yue Palace is semi-flat, and the lotus flowers are full of heavy lakes.

◇ Nanxiangzi Li Xun

Take a colorful boat, cross the lotus pond and sing songs to wake up sleeping mandarin ducks. Younv cuddled with incense and laughed, contended for gentle and graceful, and trembled to break the lotus to cover the evening photos.

◇ Huanxisha Li Jing

The fragrant lotus sells the green leaves, and the west wind worries about the blue waves. Also with Shaoguang * * * gaunt, ugly.

the drizzle dreams that the chicken is far away, and the small building blows through the jade to chill the cold. How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing.

How about ◇ Sidi Township Sun Guangxian

? More lingering feelings! The moth gathers shame under the curtain of eternal water. Six Luo skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves. Look at the ground to get rid of the rain and play the lotus.

◇ Recalling Yuhang Pan Lang

I remember the lonely mountain for a long time. The mountain is like a cluster in the middle of the lake, and the monk's room is open to the lake all around, and I will return when I leave.

lotus fragrance is sprayed on the cloud pavilion, and the pavilion is covered with the sound of the eaves. Don't come to dust and dirty people's clothes, and dream of flying in vain.

◇ picking mulberry seeds Ouyang Xiu

When the lotus blooms, the West Lake will be fine. When you bring wine, you don't need a standard, and red buildings and green covers will follow. Draw a boat into the depths of the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, and go home drunk.

◇ Linjiang Xian Ouyang Xiu

It was raining on the light thunder pool outside the willow, and the sound of the rain broke the lotus. Soon the rain is stopped, the small building west corner shows the broken rainbow. We leaned against the railing until the moon rose in the east.

Swallows fly to see the painting building, and the jade hook hangs down the curtain. The bed on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but no ripple. Water spirit double pillow, there is a falling hairpin on the bank.

◇ Gan Caozi Liu Yong

In the autumn dusk, the lotus is scattered indiscriminately, and the pearls are raining. After the rain, the moon is born, and it is cold.

there is no companion in the pool, so I can't stand such a solitary mood! But beside the golden cage * * * parrot, read the words of Pink Lang.

◇ Butterfly Lovers Yan Jidao

The first twist of frost is disappointing. Through the sound of Ye Ying, it seems to imitate Qin E's singing. After a nap, I woke up for a day, and the double-striped green bamboo was covered with cold waves. When the rain strikes, the wind blows and the sky rises.

the lotus flower is in a pulse, and the tears are blushing. Inclined to Lv Yun crescent moon, the curved ring is just like a frown.

◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇967 Wandering around Mulan boat and straying into Shuangyuanpu. Unreasonable frivolous clouds, dark for cheap fiber rain. The green sleeves are too cold to speak to the lotus.

◇ Ruan Langgui Su Dongpo in early summer

Green Sophora japonica swallows new cicadas with high willows, and the incense wind is just beginning to enter the strings. Wash the heavy smoke under the blue screen window, and the sound of chess scares you to sleep during the day.

after a light rain, the lotus turns over and the pomegranate blossoms are in full bloom. Jade basin hands to find out the spring, Qiongzhu broken but round.

◇ Yong Yule Su Dongpo

The moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Jumping fish in a curved harbor, shedding dew in a round lotus, lonely and unseen. Like three drums, a leaf is loud and clear, and the dark dream cloud is broken. The night is boundless, I find nowhere again, and I feel that I have traveled all over the small garden. Tired of visitors at the end of the world, I return home in the mountains, looking at my hometown. The swallow house is empty, where is the beauty? Empty lock the swallow in the building 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 Yellow House is a sigh for Yu Hao.

◇ Man Tingfang Huang Tingjian

The water is thick and clear, the new strip is light green, and the green light reflects the virtual pavilion. The golden-flowered frost heron, the lotus path picks up the duckweed. The trunk of Xiangdu column is curved with red makeup, thin and sparse.

the wind is clear at night, the moon is full in the horizontal pond, and the water is clear and the stars are moving. I can hear it, and after a light rain, she bloomed, so she moved to the Hu bed and became a square screen.

The training scales are full of clouds, the sound is constant and the eaves ring with wind chimes. When the banquet is reopened, the Yaochi is full of snow, and the mountain dew is green.

◇ Huang Yinger Chao Buzhi

The south garden is better than the summer. In twos, threes and threes, new bamboo shoots came out at the beginning, and they invaded households over the eaves.

listen to the chaotic lotus wind and sprinkle the buttonwood rain. After noon, the curtains are uneven, the cicadas are far away, and the dreams are still there.

I'm stuck in the past, but it's all empty. Why have I ever lived temporarily? Counting human affairs is not enough to remember, but to dream of emotions.

count the floating flowers, and a wisp of fragrance lingers. The strange Taoist said: Tao Qian has done a great job.

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

Ten miles away, the mountains are green, and the Chaoping Road is sandy. A few times, the birds complain about the years, and it is a bleak time in the end of the world!

White dew gathers the waning moon, and the breeze scatters xiaoxia. Green Di Yang asked Lotus: Remember that family who sold wine that year?

◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇967 Rippling Mulan boat, people and teenagers in the boat. Lotus is charming and eager to talk, laughing into Yuanyangpu. On the waves, the smoke is low, while on the song month, the diamond returns.

◇ Su Muzhe Zhou Bangyan

The fragrance burns and the summer heat disappears. Birds call clear, encroach on dawn and peep at eaves. Chu Yang on the leaves is dry and rainy. The water surface is clear and round, and the wind and the 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 remember each other in May? Small boat, dream into Furong Pu.

◇ Huanxisha Zhang Yuangan

The mountain is around Pinghu Bo Han City, and the reflection of the lake light is soaked in the green mountains, and the crystal floor wants to watch the night. When the fog and willow are dark, the clouds are cloudy and the moon is full, and the dew and lotus are turned over by fireflies, and the rustling is distributed to the morning.

◇ Linjiangxian Ye Mengde

I didn't see the fish jumping over the harbor, but I passed by the lake specially. Rustling winds and disorderly Yu He. Weiyun blows away, and the moon falls flat. A glass of white wine is still drunk, and it is swaying when you come back.

no one can sing the song of picking diamonds. Xiao Xuan pillow bamboo, eaves shadow hanging star river.

◇ Nian Nujiao Jiang Kui

Make a splash, and remember to be with Yuanyang. Thirty-six vicious people have not arrived, and there are countless water dresses. The green leaves are cool, the jade capacity sells wine, and the rain is sprinkled. Shake it,

Leng Xiang flies into the poem. At dusk, the green pavilion is graceful, and the lover is gone, so why bother to endure Ling Bo? I'm afraid that my dancing clothes will be cold and easy to fall, and I'll worry about entering Nanpu, the west wind. High willows hang in the shade, old fish blow in the waves,

leave me to live in the flowers. How many fields, how many times to return to the sand.

◇ Yan Guiliang Fenglian Jie Jiang

I dream that it is late in the spring in the Tang Dynasty, just as I am dancing, I am dragging my feet. Cui Yun's team is full of crimson clothes, with hands hanging down. All of a sudden, the drum rushed up, like Cai Feng, flying in a panic.

I didn't see Princess Wan Qiong in my dream, but I saw the lotus flower, which was blown by the wind.

◇ Water Fairy Odes to Jiangnan Zhang Yanghao

A river with smoke and water shines in sunny haze, and people on both sides of the river draw eaves. A section of lotus bushes in Qiu Guang is light, and watching Sha Ou dance repeatedly, the wind is ten miles away. Draw a boat to the horizon, the wine flag is outside the wind, and love Jiangnan.