Give lotus flowers

The flowers and leaves in the world are not compatible, and the flowers are dusted in the golden pots. Only the green lotus and red lotus are innocent. This flower and this leaf often reflect each other, and the emerald reduces the red decay and kills.

Lotus picking song

The water chestnut leaves linger in the lotus wind, and the lotus is deep in the boat. Feng Lang bowed his head and smiled, and Biyu scratched his head and fell into the water.

Summer Nanting Huaixin Great

The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the pond moon gradually rises in the east.

Radiate the sunset cool, open and open.

The lotus wind sends the fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops are clear.

If you want to play the piano, you hate ignorance.

I feel nostalgic for the old people, and I dream of working in the middle of the night.

Midnight Wu Ge Summer Song

Three hundred miles of mirror lake, lotus flowers.

In May, Xi Shi Cai, people look at the narrow.

Return to the boat without waiting for the moon, and return to the Yue Wang's house.

Gangcun

Qingjiang is a song hugging the village flow, and everything in Changxia Jiangcun is quiet.

Since going to the hall on the swallow, close to the gulls in the water.

The old wife draws paper for a chess game, and the child strikes a needle for a fishing hook.

But there are old people who offer Lu rice, and what else do you want for in addition to the micro body.

Summer night sigh

The sun never dawns, and the heat poisons my intestines.

The wind blows my clothes.

Haotian is out of the moon, and the dense forest extends the light.

The bitter nights of midsummer are short, and the opening is slightly cool.

The void sees the subtlety, and the feather worm also flies.

No matter how big or small, it is adaptable.

Remembering Billhogos, guarding the frontier in poor years.

He washed himself and looked at each other with heat.

Unexpectedly, the noise was heard in all directions.

Although the bruises are body, it is better to return to the hometown early.

The north city is sad, and the stork crane is flying.

The situation is tired and tired, and the intense thinking is healthy.

Queqiao Immortal Fusha Tanabata is endowed by friends

Cui Xuan's heart, the banquet of the Red Mansion, and the deep and dark night without heat.

The bamboo side lotus meets again, and it is still the floating clouds flying away.

The brocade paper is still wet, the fragrance of pearls has not stopped, and the emptiness is sorrowful.

Thinking is not like the Queqiao people, still complacent, once a year.

In the middle of the Sanqu Road

When the plum is yellow, the day is clear, and the stream is overflowing but the mountains are traveling. The green shade does not decrease when it comes, and it adds four or five yellow orioles.

Xijiang Moon Night Walk in Huangsha Road

The bright moon is not a branch to frighten magpies, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, at the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it.

Kanmar

The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May.

The south wind rose at night, and the wheat was covered with yellow.

The woman and aunt eat lotus, and the child carries the pot pulp,

He went with Yutian, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

The feet are steaming in the summer and the rustic, and the back is burning in the sky,

I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.

And there was a poor woman, with her child by her side,

The right hand holds the relic, and the left arm hangs the basket.

Listening to their words, those who hear it are sad.

The family land lost all the taxes, and they were hungry.

What merit do I have now? I used to be a farmer.

There are 300 stones, and there is surplus grain in the year,

I am ashamed to remember this, and I will never forget it.

Bodhisattva Barbarian, Palindromic Summer

The willow garden wind is quiet and people sleep during the day, and the people sleep in the day and the wind and willows. Fragrant sweat thin shirt cool, cool sweat thin sweat fragrance.

Hand red ice bowl lotus, lotus root bowl ice red hand. Lang laughs at the long silk and smiles at the long silk lotus.

Congratulations to the groom Xia Jing

Milk swallow flying house. Quietly uninhabited, Tongyin turned to noon, and the evening was cool and new. The hand makes the white fan, and the fan hand is like jade for a while. Gradually sleepy, lonely and ripe. Who will push the embroidery household outside the curtain, teach people in vain, and dream of Yaotai song. Again, the wind knocks on the bamboo.

The pomegranate half spits out the red scarf. Wait for the floating flowers and waves to be exhausted, accompanied by the solitude. Qin Yan takes a closer look, and her heart is like a bundle. I am afraid of being scared of the autumn wind. If you wait for you to come here, you can't bear to touch the wine before the flower. A total of pink tears, two tears.

A thousand autumn years, a summer scene

Neem flowers. The fragrance is fine. After the rainy season, the wind rises. Love is far away with Xiangshui, and dreams surround Wu Fengcui. The piano book is tired, and the partridge evokes the south window to sleep.

No one sent the secret. Who washes the hatred? Repair the bamboo, sparse curtain. The dust of the song blows the fan, and the wind blows after the dance. After the people disperse, a hook of light moon sky is like water.