2. Ode to things and express your feelings:
Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? . -"A political prisoner listens to cicadas"
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. -Meihua Wang Anshi
You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting. -Chen Qingsong Yi
Don't brag about good colors, just keep your breath full of dry king Kummo cotton.
Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is east, west, north and south. Zhu Shi Zheng Banqiao
Even if it is smashed to pieces, I am not afraid, and I am willing to leave a clean one in the world. -Lime sings modesty
It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind. -"Painting Chrysanthemum" Zheng Sixiao
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums. -"Chrysanthemum" Huang Chao
3. The story of chanting things and expressing ambition in Biography of Poems:
1, Plum Blossom by Wang Anshi (Song Dynasty)
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
2. Wang Anshi (Song Dynasty) and Xue Zhaoming lost a plum blossom poem at chess.
Fahua looks for spring and likes to see Mei, which is a pile of snow on the road.
Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post.
3. A political prisoner listens to cicadas (Tang Dynasty)
Cicada sang in the western land and ordered me to make up my mind in my cell.
However, it needs those songs with black wings to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.
Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? .
4, "Song Qing" Chen Yi (modern)
The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight.
You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting.
5, "Bamboo Stone" Zheng Banqiao (Qing Dynasty)
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
6, "Lime Song" Yu Qian (Ming Dynasty)
A thousand hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burns casually.
Even if it is smashed to pieces, I am not afraid, and I am willing to leave a clean one in the world.
7, "Mo Mei" Wang Mian (Yuan Dynasty)
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
8. "Early Plum" Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty)
Early plum trees reflect Chu Tianbi.
The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white.
I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question.
Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can be used to comfort the thoughts of distant friends?
9, "Yang Liuzhi Ci" Liu Yuxi (Tang Dynasty)
Plum blossoms in Saibei play strong flutes, and lyrics in Guihua Mountain in Huainan.
Please don't put the old songs together to listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.
10, new plum Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
Seven new plums were planted by the pool, and I wanted to wait until the flowers arrived.
Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you.
4. Poems that express feelings about things 1. Farewell to Ancient Grass Tang Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
This is a poem about objects, which can also be regarded as an allegorical poem. Some people think it's a mockery of the villain. Judging from the whole poem, although the original grass refers to something, its metaphorical meaning is uncertain. "Wildfire never completely burned them, and the spring breeze blows high." However, as a kind of "tenacity", it is well known and has become a swan song that has been passed down through the ages.
2. "Feeling" Don Zhang Jiuling
Spring blossoms, sweet-scented osmanthus is brilliant. Life in the world is full of vitality, which naturally conforms to the beautiful season.
Who wants to live in seclusion in the mountains and smell the fragrance, so full of joy. Won't it be more demanding to be transplanted than any other natural flower? .
This poem is the first of twelve "Feeling Encounters" written by Zhang Jiuling after his demotion. Poetry thrives on things, compared with Gui Lan, expressing the poet's feelings of narcissism, lofty integrity and no need to quote. On the one hand, the whole poem expresses a calm and detached mentality, on the other hand, the mood of worrying about disasters is looming. Poetry cares for flowers and trees, with far-reaching meaning. Behind reciting things, it embodies the philosophy of life.
3. "Yang Liuzhi" Tang Bai Juyi
The spring breeze swayed the willow branches in the wind, and the tender buds gave off a light yellow softer than silk.
In the barren garden in the south corner of Yongfeng, no one belongs to anyone all day.
The original poem is a poem that sings about things and expresses feelings. The last two sentences are: "Yongfeng West Corner Wild Garden, no one returns all day?" The whole poem is about willows in the garden, with lush foliage, spring breeze blowing and countless branches dancing with the wind. In the warm spring breeze, the willow branches burst into thin leaves, watching the yellow and slender willow branches floating in the wind, softer than silk thread; However, this graceful weeping willow grows in a desolate and cold place, where no one patronizes and is lonely all day long. In fact, the poet's regret for Yongfeng Willow is the feeling of political corruption and talent burying at that time, and it also includes the feeling of the poet's life experience. The whole poem is clear and fluent, and the chanting and implication are integrated without trace, and the description is vivid. At that time, it was "all over Kyoto", which shows the touching power of art.
4. "Cicada" Tang Yu Shinan
The weeping ear drinks clear dew, and the sound is like sparse tung.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
This is a poem by Yu Shinan, a famous minister in the early Tang Dynasty, which is full of sustenance and richness.
Symbolism. Every sentence describes the shape, habit and sound of cicada, and every sentence implies the poet.
The moral interest of noble and pure Qingyuan is mutual interpretation of things and me, and the deep meaning of chanting things is chanting people.
5. "Water" Su Songshi
Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground.
Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection.
My heart hurts, my eyes are sleepy, and I want to open and close.
Dreams follow the wind in Wan Li, seeking lang and chasing warblers.
I don't hate this flower flying away. I hate the West Garden, which is difficult to compose.
Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed.
If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water.
Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.
This object-chanting poem is considered to be the period when Su Shi relegated Huangzhou. At the same time, Zhang Zhifu, a good friend of the poet, wrote a poem about Huayang, Shui Long Yin, which was widely circulated for a while. The poet sent it because of the original rhyme and told him not to show it to others. Through rich imagination and unique artistic conception, poetry organically combines the singing of things with the writing of people in anthropomorphic ways. "That is, things are people, and they are inseparable." The whole poem has a harmonious rhyme and a long feeling. It embodies the graceful side of Su Ci.
5. The poem "Political Prisoners Listen to Cicada" is Luo's.
Cicada sang in the western land and ordered me to make up my mind in my cell. However, it needs those songs with black wings to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? .
Plum blossom Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
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The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight. You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting.
Mo mei Wang Mian
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Zhu Shi Zheng Banqiao
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is east, west, north and south.
Lime lingering money
Thousands of hammers hit the mountain, and the fire burned us, not afraid of death. You should leave your innocence in the world.
"Painting Chrysanthemum" Zheng Sixiao
Flowers bloom without falling, and the interest of independent hedging is not bad.
It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.
Chrysanthemum Huang Chao
Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
Chrysanthemum yellow super
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
Qinyuanchun wormwood
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.
Behold! Within and without the Great Wall, the boundless land is clad in white. And up and down the Yellow River, all the endless waves are lost to sight.
The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height.
It must be a sunny day, and it is particularly enchanting to see plain clothes wrapped in a red dress.
This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.
Unfortunately, Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi, literary talent is slightly inferior; Emperor Taizong, Song Taizu, slightly less civil servants.
Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.
The past is the past, count the romantic figures and look at the present!
6.20 of the most famous ancient poems.
Lipper
The world is full of peaches and plums.
Climbing shortcuts, and this spring breeze.
Glory cannot last long under first frost.
South, green leaves hang down the roots.
Qingyin can also be entrusted, so why not cherish the tree garden?
grape
Han Yu
The new work is not half dry, and the overhead is fragmented.
If you want a full plate of horse milk, don't add bamboo to attract dragons.
parrot
Luo yin
I don't hate carving green feathers in cages, and the south of the Yangtze River is warm and the west of Gansu is cold.
I advise you not to make it clear, but it is difficult to make it clear.
Yongshanquan
Chu Guangxi
There is running water in the mountains.
The sky plays underground, and the rain is heard in the air.
Turn into a deep stream and divide into small pools.
No one has seen it. You'll know when you get old.
cloud
Legau
Everything is still empty, reflecting water and hiding mountains.
Infinitely withered seedlings wither, and the leisurely place is a strange peak.
Yang Liuzhi
Bai Juyi
Red banjiang bridge green wine flag, pavilion baby palace sunset warm.
Poor rain stops the east wind, and thousands of trees hang down separately.
cicada
Yu Shinan
Drinking clear dew when the ear is hanging, and the sound is sparse.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
Kapok hibiscus
liu zongyuan
Beauty does not cover the body, but security can keep the roots.
Yingying is on the west bank of Hunan, and the autumn wind is full of dew.
The beautiful scenery is not cold, and the front porch is fragrant.
It's hard to compare with the load, but I've been leaning against the plateau all my life.
Zhu Yong
Bai Juyi
Don't cut it into a phoenix tube, don't cut it into a fishing rod.
After thousands of flowers and herbs wither, they stay in the snow.
cicada
wang luobin
Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think of the south.
I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.
Who knows if he is still singing? Who is worried about the table?
Embroidery obstacle
Hu Lingneng
In front of the sunset hall, the flowers are beautiful, vying for a small pen to go to bed.
Embroidered into a peaceful place in the spring garden, which attracted orioles to plant wicker.
Chunzhuang
Bo Wang
Lanyedao is in the mountains, and Liyuan is outside the city.
I'm afraid of being quiet, and I can't feel the birds singing.
Yongyu
Li Shimin
Clouds float far away, and rain overflows the river.
Fly low and faint in the mountainside, and sprinkle rocks at an oblique foot.
Beads are attached to leaves, and waves are reflected in the mirror.
Willow trees increase the density of silk, including blowing and weaving.
Yongwutong
Zhenbanqiao
This tall tree can sweep the sky at dusk and brush away the frost in the morning.
Why not in Yangzhou, which led to the phoenix inhabiting?
Ode to peony
Wang pu
Jujube flowers are small, and mulberry leaves are soft as silk.
Laughing peony is as big as a bucket, and nothing is achieved.
Sun Yongchun
Du Fu
Countless bamboo shoots grow all over the forest, and Chai Men secretly protects pedestrians.
Meeting must be made of bamboo, and guests will never be greeted with anger.
Yan Yong
Yuan Li
Say goodbye to the desert in the morning and evening and fly from the south.
It rained and snowed in Guanshan, and the sweater was damaged by Feng Shui.
The blue sea soul is about to break, and the red chamber is confident.
I don't know what I paid, but I left a few lines in reply.
Poems of returning geese
Zhang Jiuling
Although Haiyan is very small, it only temporarily returns to the north in spring.
Swallows don't know the mud, and the jade hall opens.
In one day, I went to Ito Show several times, taking mud as my nest.
Haiyan doesn't want to fight for power and profit, and hawks don't have to be suspicious of slander.
Lychee chanting
Qiu Jun
There are more precious fruits in the world, and jade and snow are covered with crimson yarn.
A place with good taste and poor life is the end of the world.
Yongbeihai
Wang Zun
Chen Han used to be a prisoner here, locked up like a bloody garment for nineteen years.
Crane hair hangs for half a Dragon Boat Festival, and I didn't listen to the Qing history saying that it would be sealed.
7. The story of Ode to Things is a complete collection of ancient poems: 1. There are several plum blossoms in the corner of Wang Anshi (Song Dynasty), and hanling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. 2. "Xue Zhaoming and I lost a plum blossom poem" Wang Anshi (Song) looked for spring and liked to see plum blossoms, and there was a pile of snow on the road.
Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post. 3. Luo (Tang Dynasty), a political prisoner who listens to cicadas, sang in the west and told me to be firm in my cell.
However, it needs those songs with black wings to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner. His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.
Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? . 4, "Song Qing" Chen Yi (modern) heavy snow pressure Song Qing, Song Qing is straight and straight.
You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting. 5, "Bamboo Stone" Zheng Banqiao (Qing Dynasty) insisted that the green hills were not relaxed, and the roots were broken rocks.
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. 6, "Lime Song" money (Ming Dynasty) hammered out of the mountain, if the fire burned idle.
Even if it is smashed to pieces, I am not afraid, and I am willing to leave a clean one in the world. 7, "Mo Mei" Wang Mian (Yuan Dynasty) The trees on the shores of Xiyan Lake in my home were covered with faint ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. 8. "Early Plum" Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty) The early plum trees are tall and reflect Chu Tianbi.
The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white. I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question.
Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can be used to comfort the thoughts of distant friends? 9. "Yang Liuzhi Ci" Liu Yuxi (Tang Dynasty) played plum blossom flute in Saibei and Guishushan Ci in Huainan.
Please don't put the old songs together to listen to the new Yang Liuzhi. 10, "Newly Planted Plums" Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty) planted seven new plums by the pool and wanted to check them when they bloomed.
Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you.
8. Poems about objects, poems about the past, poems about the lotus, poems and songs (2) Pi Rixiu in Tang Dynasty sniffed deeply, looking at the dark and heartbroken, and never loved the red side again.
If you fold it, just think of Joan as a guest and plant it in the jade pond. The dripping water is suspicious of the sun, and the wind is turbid and the snow is fragrant.
The number of people under the stage of the prince of Wu is far as stone's plain makeup. Lianying Duopu, all the way to the East Green Pond.
Still shadows shake the moon, while Leng Xiang reflects the water and wind. Gold powder drops, jade dew washes away residual red.
Looking at Yu Fangshao, no one asked. Take the Lotus King Hall alone, Bai Zhen, Tang Fang Qingming, and Jade Rongqiu alone.
If midges don't like each other, they will worry about themselves. The sun is setting, the shadow is still in sight, and the wind is blue.
What do you both admire? Swimming. Bodhisattva Manlian, Song Chenyu and a south porch face the hibiscus shop, and the weather is good.
There is less red and more green, so the scene in front of the curtain is strange. The rope bed is ebony and full of fragrance every day.
Sleep a new article, and the flowers will take charge. The operator, Lotus Song Xin Qi Ji, is beautifully dressed with a green cover and low wind and rain.
June is cool and sunny. Lotus root is long, but lotus root is bitter in flowers.
Just for the sake of romance, there are many worries and it is better. Li Xuan, the son of Nanxiang, crossed the lotus pond in a float and sang songs to wake up the sleeping mandarin duck.
Especially the girl smiled with flowers, contended for gentleness and gracefulness, and even folded lotus flowers to cover the evening scene. There are more than 100 kinds of lotus roots in Gaohe Tang Yuanzhen, and Gaohe has only four leaves.
Yun Lan fan flash, reunion sapphire stack. The pavilion is pleasing, but it is hard to hide its pride.
Grow up without learning water. Lotus pond and Li Shangyin are colorless and compatible, and they don't like this fragrance.
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. Wu Song Wenying's younger sister is different.
Sorrow followed. Bright makeup is best for water.
Wind blows embroidery. Ask a long eyebrow in surprise.
The moon and fairy tale dreams are back. People who lean on the fence feel fat in autumn.
I don't know if the flowers are sad. Heqing Nalan Xingde Five-method Fish Play Ye Fei Singing Lotus.
White cut jade petals, red headland rosy clouds. Shower is graceful, step by step.
Beauty is compassionate and often embroiders letters on the pillow. Qiu Lianyuan Liu is ashamed of her slim shadow. She wants to know who she wants.
It is unbearable to reduce red sales, and Jiang Qingyue is even colder. I want to have a green house all night, but I'm afraid that the Millennium will be autumn.
Aging eyes are still there, don't let the boat empty. Operators are willing to plant Bai Lianhua.
Autumn comes to the place where flowers bloom. Tao Lingteng is drunk.
Incense filled Lushan Road. Don't laugh at mud.
The heart is still so pure. A glass photo studio is empty.
Living in a normal wave. Always show the lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.
The situation is like even the branches of trees are bright purple stems. It's the same as super grass roots, and the two are different.
It's sad to use this instead of day lily. Tang Hanyu, planted by Cao Changpengchi, the seventh brother of Feng and Qian, crossed the Jiangpu River and is here in this life.
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? Bai Juyi Sufang in Bailiantang contains fresh jade crowns, and the leaves are swaying and fanning.
This is the lotus root supplied by Wuzhou, and now it is a parasitic lotus in Yishui. It's been 67 years since I moved my roots here three thousand miles ago.
Not only the flowers in the pool are old, but also the flowers in the old boat are old. The yard is full of water and plants, and the money is full of water, which is connected with the pond.
There are eight or nine green leaves and four or five round lotus leaves. Shake the incense and look forward to your ambition.
Hibiscus can be used in the line, and the cloud is involved in the Yangtze River. Heavy lotus was planted in Taiwan Province in Nanxuan Basin and moved to the seed pond. Song Mei Yao Chen's red clouds and fog gave birth to a green house, and the morning glow turned rosy.
White jade is not satisfied with the mud, and the feather cover is wrapped in beautiful eyes. Turbid water throws stones at frogs and turtles, and the pool is like a bucket.
Pinggenke can rest assured that the lotus slug will come out of the water next year. Fang Sima Guanglian's houses are familiar with each other, so there is no need to supply them together.
The tender mountain bee has deep sides and hooves. Or poor food.
Dark green and low lotus. Crispy beauty is like new harvest, and the roots are still muddy.
Picking lotus, especially picking lotus, Wu Mei is clever and smiling, and the ship breaks through the smoke and waves. Double fold as a gift, double leaf cover embarrassed.
The woman invited to pick up Cui Yu, but she didn't fly back. Tilt up your temples, cover your sleeves, and point to the rain on Fan Shi Mountain.
A whip from Furong Qu Yuan, Sadulla and Qiu Jiang will make Qiu Jiang's daughter heartbroken. The crimson robe is shallow in spring to protect the clouds, and the green sleeves are cool in the sunset.
Carp waves, first frost Dongting, leaves fly. Where to pick a lotus boat, cherish hibiscus lust.
Song of picking lotus in Southern Dynasties, Liang Xiaogang, sunset in the sky, picking lotus in the sunset. The wind on the lake is hard to get up, and lotus flowers are 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.
In the Southern Dynasties, Wu Liangjun picked lotus seeds and hung Luo clothes 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.
Lotus picking song, Xiao Weijin paddled Mulan boat in Liu Liang in the Southern Dynasties, in which Jiangnan lotus was picked. 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.
In the Southern Dynasties, Fu Shejiang picked hibiscus, Liang Zusun went up the river, and hibiscus rose and fell. People come to spend shadows, clothes come to smell sweet.
Guizhou is light and unpredictable, and Brother Ling is ahead for a long time. Pick and choose, leave, there is no time to make clothes.
Forever concentric hibiscus burns lotus with Du Hong, and it comes out gracefully. 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.
Sui Yinying, a lotus-picking song, was in the same boat with countless companions and untied herself. 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.
There is a gift from Tang Li Bai playing autumn water by the river. He loves the 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.
People in Changling, Yue Nv, made Luan Zhou, and he also regarded Luan as Guo. The water on the lake is vast, and the Qingjiang River is untouchable.
Pick hibiscus flowers instead of hibiscus leaves. I will ask my husband what color is like a concubine.
In ancient times, Yujinglian, the peak of Tang Yu Taihua, bloomed like a boat, colder than ice and snow, sweeter than honey, and sank as soon as it entered. I'm not afraid of what I want and I can't get married.
Take off the solid on Ande's long ladder and plant seven Zegen. Gu Cailian's wet wind blows down the cold fragrance of peanuts, Feng Yi dances ice silk skirts, and Fei Fei powder gold floats in the dusk pond.
Floating in the blue boat, drumming laurel trees, singing lotus flowers, send you a sentence: be a bright moon at night. Li Antang hopes for a new autumn, and the evening breeze is full of fragrant county fragrance.
Loza exhibits ten thousand stacks of water patterns, one? Embroidery began to take shape. Lotus picking girls scattered in, Cui picking flowers belongs to Chu Yuqing.