Song 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.
Zhao Jun complained? Sing lotus and rain.
Song Yang Wanli
In the afternoon, I dreamed of the bottom of the boat, and the fragrance filled the West Lake. The sound of heavy rain hitting the tent surprised the dream at first.
However, it is a pool that jumps in the rain, and the real beads are still together. Gather into a nest of mercury, sparkling.
lotus
Song Yang Wanli
A pool of red and white lotus flowers blooms, and the two colors are fragrant as usual.
Just like the 3,000 women in the Han Temple, half have heavy makeup and half have light makeup.
See lotus flowers in Yujingge
Song Yang Wanli
When the little fairy first appeared, she was still timid by the moon. Tightly packed Biro cover, low protection ruby cheeks.
The water palace of the exhibition hall is surrounded by glass. Zhu Ming floats on the plate, and the wine overflows and flows into the cup.
The green nib is ready to go, and the sapphire is wrinkled. The old turtle is bigger than money, and it takes hard work to get leaves.
Suddenly, I heard someone walking, and I went into the water.
Cooking Xiaohetang
Song Yang Wanli
The side plug is covered with moss and has several water marks.
Fish will like to open a new mouth and go around thousands of times.
lotus seed
Song Yang Wanli
Bees come from Wanxi, although their wings are no longer worms.
Unlike the honey at the bottom of the lotus, the jade pupa is not a bee.
Reduce load pool water
Song Yang Wanli
Look at the pond in the rain and check the quantity carefully with the border.
What's more, the water mark is a bit high and the floating load is still a bit long.
An Baili
Song Yang Wanli
The flowers are new and white. They sit and watch them shed their snow.
Since I took English, Yuzhou has stirred up rivers and lakes.
Yong Lian Xiao Lian
Song Yang Wanli
Mountain bees are worried that the rain will hurt their bees and the nest at the bottom of the leaves will be upside down.
Only bees don't worry about rain, and the wax house lies on its back.
Five poems of the lotus pond at dusk
Song Yang Wanli
If you are cold, look for flowers in the well, but you can't take a bath.
Don't mind your own business, you will burn your eyes and hate half the summer.
The grass shook its head and suddenly reported Nong, and the shawl stopped a westerly wind.
The lotus is still hot at dusk, and its lower face is hidden in a blue umbrella.
Jade gravel and Jinsha are so long that there is nowhere to catch cold in summer.
Walking alone on the lotus pond, lotus leaves no wind and no fragrance.
I will go to beginning of autumn soon, and I will send a message to stop it.
The thin cicada has a lot of grievances and will not stop singing in the sunset.
A cloud was picked up in the air, unscrewed and unfolded.
At first it was a pine tree, and suddenly it became a lotus ball.
Pick mulberry seeds
Song Ouyang xiu
After the lotus blooms, the West Lake is good, and when the wine comes,
There is no need for a standard, and the green cover of the red building will follow.
The original painting entered the depths of the flowers, and it was fragrant and golden.
It was misty and rainy, so I went home drunk.
Pick mulberry seeds
Song Ouyang xiu
The sunset glow in the West Lake is good, and the flower pier is beautiful.
Ten hectares level, no boat on the wild shore.
The southwest moon is floating, and the porch is cool.
Lotus Qing Xiang, water wind sobers up.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Song Ouyang xiu
Autumn is crisp, the wind wrinkles the waves, and the fairy boat is like autumn.
Although Annette Lu is worried, she looks at flowers like crying makeup.
Broken lotus stems and silk, lotus broken silk pull, designed into melancholy.
Don't take flowers home, Jiangtou has personal desires.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Song Ouyang xiu
One day is tired of gold powder, and in the heart of lotus seeds, it has its own meaning.
Emilian is charming in late autumn, and no one will hate flowers.
On the bridge, the Youth Bridge was started. When Xiao Yan came back, he didn't say anything and left with the red clothes.
The waves are shallow and the hearts are broken, and I want to be with acacia tears for no reason.
Yujiaao
Song Ouyang xiu
One night, the river was full of autumn water, and the lotus bloomed on the south bank of the river.
Greedy to pick tender fragrant stars, slow eyes and sparse back, Langzhou does not feel offshore.
"Take off Jin Ying jade wrist, turned around and made a bow.
Lotus leaves are thick and shallow. Without convenience, people have to raise their faces.
If you dream, you will be intoxicated.
Song Qingzhao
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.
How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
Close to the heart
Song Liu Yong
Forever Jinglan Day, gradually entered a clear and harmonious order.
Yu Qian is full of leisurely steps, and the lotus leaves are tender green.
Looking at the secluded path by the water, the lonely village in the mountain is a good garden.
Leisure and quiet, fewer and fewer tourists. Young charm, consciously grow old with spring.
It's good to catch up with the past. The imperial city is blocked, the horizon is broken, and the vanilla is empty.
Gan Caozi
Song Liu Yong
Autumn dusk. Fall on the fallen lotus, the real pearl falls on the rain.
The moon is born after the rain, and it is freezing.
Because there is no companion in the pool, it is lonely.
But next to the parrot in the golden cage, the words pink lang are written.