◇Qingyang Ferry~Jin·Yuefu
Green lotus covers the green water, and the hibiscus is covered with fresh red. There are lotus roots with roots underneath and lotus with heads above.
◇Ode to Lotus ~ Southern Dynasty·Liang·Shen Yue
The gentle breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the gentle dew blows in the red house. The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red.
◇Plucking lotus~Southern Dynasties·Liang·Wujun
Weigela with mixed flowers and flowers, and robes hanging down the green river. Asked where he was going now, he went out to collect lotus flowers from the south of the Yangtze River. Three thousand miles west of Liaoning, there is no reason to send my wish. I hope you will return soon and the lotus flowers will bloom.
◇Poetry of Lotuses~Jiang Hong
There are tiny grasses in Zepi, which can bloom and bear fruit. The green leaves like to turn in the wind, and the red leaves like to shine in the sun. When I moved to Yuchi, my roots were not lost. How to interact with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying fluffy.
◇Ode to the Hibiscus of the Same Heart ~ Sui Dynasty Du Gongzhan
The lotus blossoms are shining brightly, and the pavilions emerge from the water. A solitary stem attracts green, and two shadows create dividends. The color captures the song's face, and the fragrance dances in the wind of the clothes. The name Lotus can be recited naturally, and the two minds are the same.
◇The Lotus Picking Song ~ Sui Dynasty Yin Yingtong
There are countless companions in the boat, and they untie the rope to urge each other. There is no need to wipe off the sweat and powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The floats are moving in disorder, and the boat comes in and leans on the lotus. Lotus roots are tied together in strands, and lotus leaves are held in cups.
◇Ancient Style (Twenty-Six)~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The green lotus grows in the quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh. Autumn flowers bloom in the green water, and dense leaves bloom in green smoke. The beauty and pink are peerless, who can pass on the fragrance? Sit and watch the flying frost, withering this red and fragrant year.
The roots have not yet been harvested, but I would like to stay by the Hua Pond.
◇The Lotus Picking Song~Liang Liu Xiaowei of the Southern Dynasties
The golden oar magnolia boat plays the lotus picking in the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus fragrance spreads across Pudu, and lotus leaves fill the river. The house is easy to hold, and the handle is curved. When the flowers are dew, the hair is wet, and the wind stems are blowing.
◇If you break the lotus, you will get a gift~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Walking in the river and playing in the autumn water, I love the fresh red lotus. If you climb the lotus and play with the beads, the ripples will not become round. The beauty is in the colorful clouds, and I want to give it to the distant sky. There is no reason to miss lovesickness, and look forward to the cool breeze with regret.
◇Lotus~Li Shangyin
They are all colorless, but they have no fragrance. Yao banquets are set up to enjoy the coolness, and golden restraints are left late. When I return to my quilt, the lamp shines on my clothes, and my socks are soaked in water when I cross the quilt. I anticipate farewell in the autumn before, and sing songs in my dreams after separation.
◇Lotus~Wen Tingyun
The green pond sways and connects with the stars, and the orchids roll into the white apples. It should be the stockings of Luo Shenbo, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant.
◇Go out to Jingci Temple in the evening to see off Lin Zifang~Yang Wanli
After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
◇Hibiscus on Qian's Pond~Wen Zhengming
In September, flowers in the south of the Yangtze River come to an end, and hibiscus lingers in Zhongzhou. The beauty smiles across the water, and the setting sun still brings sadness.
The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows the golden city in autumn. Seeing each other in vain hurts old age, there is no other pond