2. Your position will never change, but your footprints are everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever. On the road from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you opened the way for us with the torch of life.
The teacher's spring breeze bathes my heart every day. A good teacher is better than thousands of books.
6. Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened much confusion, cultivated much self-confidence, ignited much youth and destroyed many sails. 7, the crane hair silver silk reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood to open new flowers.
8. Once a teacher, always a father. 9. The gift of a speech is also my teacher.
10, gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world and spring glow. 1 1. The river pushes us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us a bright morning; Dear teacher, you have led us to a brilliant life.
12 teacher, people say that you are a pillar of the motherland, not that you are a pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation. 13. Teachers are the cultivators and sowers of beauty.
It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, and making our hearts green. 14, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the spring water.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
15, teacher, the light of wisdom that emanates from us will always shine with the spark that you lit with your own hands. Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return. You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.
Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.
This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others. Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the seed of this hope and happiness.
2. Poems about Lotus and Lotus Isn't Lotus a Lotus?
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 Poems of Picking Lotus"
Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. -Li Shangyin's "Love Luoting in Cuizhou"
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back. -Bai Juyi is on the pool
Look at the lotus net, you should know that you don't dye your heart. -Meng Haoran's Gong Yi Zen Room in Dayu Temple
There are Sanqiu cassia seed and Shili Lotus. -Liu Yong's "Looking at the tide, winning in the southeast"
The beautiful hibiscus flower has become a desolate grass today. -Li Bai's My Misfortune
Lotus leaves hate life in spring when they are born, and hate life in autumn when they are dry. -Li Shangyin's Walking Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. -Meng Haoran's "Nan Ting Xia Xiang Xin"
The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan. -Liu Changqing's "Send Master Che Ling"
Only the lotus flower is matched with red flowers and green leaves. The lotus leaf has a roll of Shu, and the lotus flower has a bloom, which is so perfect and natural. -Li Shangyin's "Give the Lotus"
The sun shines on the river, and thin smoke rises. The eaves painted by people on both sides of the strait are connected, and the beams are connected. -Zhang's "Narcissus Odes to Jiangnan"
Hibiscus is not as beautiful as beauty, and the water temple is fragrant. -Wang Changling's "Autumn Hate in Nishimura"
Fireflies have light, not real fire, dew on lotus leaves, although round is a natural pearl? -Bai Juyi's "Five Songs"
The fairy shines like a star on the lotus peak in Huashan Mountain. -Li Bai's "Antique, Its Nineteenth"
The water is clear. Under the shade of green bamboo, the water is as clear as a mirror, reflecting the reflection of lotus flowers and emitting bursts of fragrance. -Li Bai's "Don't Store in it"
On the mirror lake, there are more than 300 miles, all of which are Ke and Ke. -Li Bai's "Midnight Wu Ge Chivalrous Song"
Suddenly there was an east wind, and the drooping willow branches danced gracefully, and the water drops on the willow branches swept through the middle of the lotus leaves, making a constant noise. -Liu Ban is in the swimming pool after the rain.
Lotus leaks water every year. -Mao Kun's "Yu Lou Chun Ji Mao Yuanri"
The girl who picks lotus flowers by the stream will laugh at the lotus flowers and talk together. -Li Bai's Song of Picking Lotus
The bamboo knot has added a new layer of powder, and the old lotus leaf is red and red. -Wang Wei's "Living in the Mountain is a Thing"
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. -Wang Wei's "Farmers by the Wei River"
A lotus flower is still blooming. -Su Shi's "Jiang Shenzi Jiang Jing"
After the lotus blooms, the West Lake is good, and when the wine comes. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Lotus Blossoming, Better West Lake"
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. —— Ouyang Xiu's "Rain outside the Lingjiang Fairy Willow"
Holding a white hibiscus flower in both hands, curled up into a ball. -Li Bai's "Antique, Its Nineteenth"
3. The poem 1 is related to the lotus, which burns the lotus and comes out gracefully. 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. -"Poems on the Lotus" Sui Du Gong Exhibition
2, the bamboo dock is clean and bright, and acacia is separated from the city. Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. -"Luo Suting sends Cui Zhou" Tang Li Shangyin
3, cut through the moss and rise into a pool, the lotus is green and uneven. Dawn blooms on the smoke waves, like painting a real woman taking a bath. -"Yong Lian" Juniper Strict
4, jade snow steals exquisite, covered with green red; Life is infinite, only in painstaking management. -"Lotus Lotus Mosaic Map" Shidao, Yuan Wu
5, after the rain, there is nothing to rely on, and the lotus powder is not dry. Thousands of pearls will be preserved and green plates will be shown to people. -"Lotus" Wang Songyue Pu
4. The poem that urgently needs to praise teachers and students with lotus flowers comes from Li Shangyin's "Giving Lotus Flowers" in the Tang Dynasty.
People in the world have different descriptions of flowers and leaves. They plant flowers in beautiful golden pots, but regardless of the flowers and leaves, they fall into the soil and become dust.
Only the lotus flower is matched with red flowers and green leaves. The lotus leaf has a roll of Shu, and the lotus flower has a bloom, which is so perfect and natural.
This flower and this leaf set each other off, and the green color reduced the red color, killing people!
Vernacular translation:
People in the world have different views on flowers and leaves. They planted flowers in beautiful golden pots, but left them in the soil and turned them into dust.
Only lotus flowers with red flowers and green leaves, lotus leaves curl and relax, and lotus flowers open and close, which is so perfect and natural.
Lotus and lotus leaf have set each other off for a long time. What a pity it is when the lotus leaves fall and wither.
Extended data:
Give a Lotus is a seven-character ancient poem written by Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The first four sentences of this poem compare lotus flowers with other flowers, highlighting the special beauty of lotus flowers and lotus leaves. The deeper meaning is that he and his wife are a match made in heaven; The last two sentences describe the poet's expectation and anxiety.
The whole poem is euphemistic and implicit, elegant in style, profound in thought and intriguing.
Baidu Encyclopedia-Give Lotus
5. Poems related to Lotus Jiangnan
Can you pick lotus leaves in Jiangnan?
Tian Tian.
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.
6. Poems about Lotus Ailian said ~ Song Zhou Dunyi
The flowers of land and water plants are very fragrant. Tao Jin Yuanming loves chrysanthemums alone; Since Li Tanglai, the world loves peony very much; Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside, not crawling, fragrant and clear. It is slim and elegant, so you can look at it from a distance without looking ridiculous. Want to call chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers. Hey! The love of chrysanthemum flowers is rarely heard after Tao; Who gave the lotus love? Peony love is suitable for all ages!
◇ 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. 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 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 are all set for the cool, and Yu Jinjin is 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.
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Poems on lotus are muddy but not dirty, clear and rippling, not enchanting lake scenery and autumn scenery, and greedy for watching teenagers believe in boats and streams. People will be ashamed for a long time if they throw lotus seeds into the water for no reason. The faint fragrance is long around the curved pool, and the real mosaic covers the beautiful pool. I often worry that the bleak autumn wind comes too early, leaving you no time to make up the lotus. Lotus leaf is infinite! The color of lotus reflecting sunlight is different! Lotus, the gentleman of flowers. Who gave the lotus love? The lake is clear in autumn night, so I go to Dongting Lake to get white. Lianzi was charming as if she were talking to me, but she broke my medicine string. The green pond shakes to the star Tianjin, and orchids are involved in Baiping. It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust. Like the lotus of water, it has the nature of nature. 1, The Book of Songs, Guofeng, Fusu Mountain, Fusu Mountain, Huaji County. If you don't see your son, you will see madness. There are small trees on the mountain and lotus flowers in the swamp. I didn't see a handsome man, but I met a frivolous madman. 2. The Book of Songs. The national wind is a paradox, which is related to Pu and He. Beauty hurts. Sleep and do nothing, it's raining cats and dogs. Poetry: By the swamp, cattail lotus blooms. There is a handsome man there. How can I be spoiled? I can't sleep all night, and I can't stop crying. Lotus has appeared in the Book of Songs. Although it is borrowed from mountains and rivers, it also comes from lotus poems of past dynasties. Therefore, I was elected. 3, "Li Sao" (excerpt) pre-Qin. Qu Yuan was clothed with lotus and hibiscus. I don't know. It's embarrassing. I feel like I believe it! Self-translated poem: cut violet for fashion, sew white lotus for clothes. You don't know what I like. Your loyalty is as beautiful as a flower. 4, Jiangnan Han Yuefu Jiangnan can pick lotus leaves, lotus leaves. Fish are frolicking among the lotus leaves. 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. 5, Qingyang Du Jin, Yuefu Qinghe covered with green water, hibiscus red and fresh. There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above. 6. Picking lotus, Qu Liang Xiaogang is in the sky in the evening, picking lotus and setting off a sunset glow. The wind blows the lake hard, and the lotus is not rare. Move the hibiscus to fall, the ship moves the egret to fly. The lotus thread wraps around the wrist, and the water chestnut pulls the clothes far away. 7. Pick lotus and bend the beam. Wu Junjin has mixed feelings.
8. Poems about lotus flowers say that the land and water flowers of Song and Zhou Dunyi are lovely.
Tao Jin Yuanming loves chrysanthemums alone; Since Li Tanglai, the world loves peony very much; Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside, not crawling, fragrant and clear. It is slim and elegant, so you can look at it from a distance without looking ridiculous. Want to call chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers.
Hey! The love of chrysanthemum flowers is rarely heard after Tao; Who gave the lotus love? Peony love is suitable for all ages! ◇ Qingyangdu ~ Jinlefu green lotus covered with green water, hibiscus covered with 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 about Lotus ~ There are tiny grasses in the north of Hongze River, which can be used to rejuvenate. 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 came out gracefully. 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 flying frost fade. 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 are all set for the cool, and Yu Jinjin is 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 mountain is like a cluster in the lake, and the monk's room faces the lake all around, and the Qing people come back.
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's rain fell on the light thunder pool outside the willow, and the rain dripped and broke the lotus 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.
Gan Caozi Liu Yong.
9. The poem describing the lotus is 1. The green pond shakes to make gold, and orchids roll into white apples. It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust.
-Wen's "Lotus";
2, the face is greasy and fragrant, and there is nothing light in the world. Princess Xiang came to the pool to see after the rain, and Jasper was making crystals on the plate.
-Guo Zhen's Lotus;
3, the new flowers bloom, and the makeup is beautiful with a smile. In the west, the bird of Jialing flies into the pool in the morning and evening. -Shang Liu's "Double Lotus";
4, this is born on the stone, this is from the waves. In the red autumn wind, who pity the queen? -Sikong Shu's "Stone Lotus";
5. When the wind can't reduce the fragrance, the dew lies in the green pool. Under the horse nest in front of Jingulou, the world is sad. Not resistant to high winds and cold smoke, thin and red, and purple. No one unbuttoned the dust-free sleeves and filled them with residual fragrance. -Cui Wei's "Residual Lotus";
6, flowers soaked in fire, waterfowl surprised the silver shuttle. There are thousands of hectares of lotus flowers everywhere, red and blue. Sun Wu beheaded the maid-in-waiting head of beauty Wu on the glass pond. -Li Wei's "Looking at the Lotus after Swimming in the Lake";
7. Hard work, every leaf is half a meter of gold. You have to teach him to watch the water princess, and duality is a center of gravity.
-Pi Rixiu's "Mulan Houchi Sanyong heavy lotus";
8. The pond was dyed red the day before yesterday, but it was breezy last night.
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