"Poetry Appreciation" Xiaodou is exposed to sharp corners, and poems about lotus flowers a

In the hot summer, the most beautiful but the lotus flowers bloom. As the weather is getting hotter, lotus in various places is quietly blooming. The beautiful lotus swaying with the wind. It is beautiful with the sun.

The summer meaning is full of life, born like a lotus, sober and independent, poetic and long, no wave -shaped skeleton, not following the flow, a lotus flower, the whole summer blooms!

Huang Ziqian lotus

Tang-Tang Yanqian

The ten hectares of the wind shake the dust, and the dyke water is new.

The flowers in the world are all sad, it is more annoying Lian Xiang.

Chant

Song-Kong Pingzhong

Flowers and leaves are connected from each other, and the flowers are round.

Shi Zhu is too red, so she will be tender green.

Lotus

Song-Yang Shi

The red clouds fight for the sunset, and the green covers are semi -tilted.

It will have to cross the three thousand crickets and take the peak head ten feet.

Lotus

Song-Zheng Qingzhi

The same is true of Ting Ting.

Why buy a Lingbo woman, and there is a lot of lotus beads.

Lotus

Song-Shi Xinghai

Round green wind turning emerald cloud, Jiaohong dew pomegranate skirt.

The sound of picking lotus across the flowers, there should be a dream in the dream.

View lotus in the road

Song-Kong Wuzhong

Go to the southeast, it is the lotus flowers.

The jade is not to be stained, and the fairy incense is infinitely clear.

Zhu Zhu is still in vain, and the pulse is resumed.

It is giving up the sky, who is pitying lightly.

Huanxi Sand-Lotus

Song-Su Shi

There are ten miles on all sides. Ask Yun where the most costly.

The sunset and sunset on the south of the painting building.

The weather is lonely at first, and the time must be drunk.

Let's listen to Shengge in the flowers.

Lotus

Song-Xu Yuanjie

In the drum corner, the moonlight, Zhuyu ten miles around Hengtang.

Bi Yao Fairy Lingbo socks, red scattered heavenly weaving brocade.

As if Ruyexi was on the road, he was obsessed with Taihua Wells.

I did n’t feel the east in the city, and it was scattered with a wind and fragrance.

Lotus

Qing-Qian Qianyi

The dew sets of branches and jade are not distinguished, such as the decoction of the blue leaves into patterns.

In the end, the body must be folded, and a piece of ice is paid to the king.

Ru Meng Ling-Lotus

Qing-Xu De Ping

The sunset pavilion is smoky. A lot of flowers.

Listening to singing lotus songs, the sound is in the depths of the gulls.

Sands. Sands. Xiangmeng is so round.

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