Lotus ancient poems

Yang Wanli

Spring is silent, cherish the trickle,

The shade of trees shines on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness.

Xiao He just showed his sharp corners,

Dragonflies are already standing on it?

Midnight Wu Ge

Lipper

On the mirror lake, there are more than 300 miles, all of which are Ke and Ke.

Lunatone is picking lotus here, and all the people who come to see him are very anxious.

Less than a month after returning home, she was elected to the palace.

Lakeside temple at dawn

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.

Feng was planted by his seventh brother, Cao Changpeng.

Han Yu

Crossing the Jiangpu River, this life is here.

When the leaves grow, the roots will also migrate.

There are two fresh cuisines, and the wind and waves rub against each other.

But according to the master's knowledge, who said the basin was an angel?

Lotus picking song

Lipper

A woman who picks lotus by the river will laugh at the lotus.

Rizhao's new makeup is bright under the water, fragrant in the wind and lifted in the air.

Who swims on the shore, 3355 reflects weeping willows.

Purple flowers, wind and air heartbroken.