How many poems about lotus were there in ancient China?

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.

◇ Qingyangdu ~ Jinlefu

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

◇ Yong Furong ~ 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.

◇ Ode to the Lotus ~ Jiang Hong

There are micro-grasses in Zebei, which can be rejuvenated. 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.

◇ Ode to Concentric Furong ~ Sui Dugong War

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.

◇ picking lotus songs ~ Sui Yin Ying 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 boat docked against the lotus. Lotus root silk is held as a wisp and lotus leaf as a cup.

◇ Antique (XXVI) ~ Tang Libai

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.

◇ Picking Lotus Songs ~ Southern Dynasties Liu Liang Xiao Wei

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.

◇ Give a gift by folding the lotus ~ Tang Libai

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.

◇ Lotus ~ Li Shangyin

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.

◇ Going out of Jingci Temple at night to send Lin Zifang to Yang Wanli.

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.

◇ Qianchi Furong ~ Wen Zhiming

Flowers fall in the south of the Yangtze River in September, and hibiscus turns 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.

◇ cut plum ~ Li Qingzhao in Northern Song Dynasty

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 Muzhe ~ Zhou Bangyan in Northern Song Dynasty

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.

Li Antang ~ Huang Mingqiong

Dongjiatan is endless and tree-lined. Ten miles of brocade is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing.

◇ picking lotus songs ~ Li Yaru

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

◇ Furong ~ Banqiao, Zheng Qing

The most pitiful blush is a few traces, as well as the small bamboo door beside the bridge outside the water. Looking in the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Shi used to live in Zhuze Village.

Thinking about hometown ~ Modern leisure literature

Say goodbye to the ancient town of Anyi, and the water of Ou Xiang 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.

Thinking of Xin in Nanting in Summer ~ Meng Haoran

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.

◇ Untitled Second ~ Li Shangyin

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? .

◇ summer bosom friend ~ Ji Xu

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.

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.

◇ 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.

◇ Huanxisha Li Jing

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.

◇ Si Dixiang Sun Guangxian

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.

◇ Mulberry Seed Picking and 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.

◇ Ouyang Xiu, Linjiang County

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.

Liuyong, Gan Caozi

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.

◇ Give birth to faults, Yan Dao Ji.

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 Early Summer Su Dongpo

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 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

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.

◇ Nan Kezi, a wonderful selection of poems by sages of 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.

Su Muzhe Zhou Bangyan

Burn incense and 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? Who lives in Wumen,

Long trip to Chang 'an. Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu.

◇ Huanxisha Zhang Yuangan

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.

◇ Niannujiao 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 it,

Cold fragrance flies to poetry. 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 cast shadows, old fish blow waves,

Leave me to live in the greenhouse. How many fields, how much back to the sand.

Yan Feng Lian ren

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.

Narcissus chanting Jiangnan Zhang

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.