Poems about lotus and ducks 1. What are the poems about Lotus and Wild Duck?

Poems about lotus flowers:

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. -Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"

The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. -Yang Wanli's Little Pool

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"

The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, and the water was clear, and the wind and lotus were one by one. -Zhou Bangyan's "Su Mu is Liao Aquilaria"

Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. -Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream, Always Remember the Sunset in Xiting"

The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other. -Wang Changling's "Two Lotus Picks"

Poems about wild ducks:

Green pool with red lips

Year: Song Author: Xiang Ziyin

Green water pond, laughing and watching wild ducks fly by. Just doing nothing. Give me back my nose.

Bow your head all day, and no one has made peace for a long time. Guess what, it's hard to find. It must be broken.

He Xinliang/He Xinlang

Year: Song Author: Wu Yong

Zhang Biqing Honglu. Near Chongyang, it is neither cold nor hot, there is no wind, and it doesn't rain. Du Yu spent a lot of ginkgo biloba, but Qiu Ying still didn't vomit. But the right time, the right place and the right people delayed Nanshan. The fairy in the sky rode red carp, but it was too windy to go to Qutang. Come to Wanling to accompany me. The west wind draws corners, the hall is high, and the dusk is high. In the shadow of silver lamps and sparse curtains, children are laughing. I'm the new magistrate of Jiaxing, and I worship gobbledygook. Brother * * *, together. Talent is never happy, let alone thinking about wild ducks and mandarin ducks. Carrying a vat and drinking cold dew.

Jueju

Year: Song Author: Chen

Wild ducks fly countless times, and peach blossoms wet all over the branches.

Bamboo is singing drizzle, and mountain guests have new poems.

On Tang's Cold Painting

Year: Song Author: Chen

It is snowing in the yellow sky, and the branches are frozen stiff.

Cold-tolerant wild ducks don't know where they have gone, but they still get feathers from the sand.

The yellow hair mother day is not independent, and the shadow is chaotic and weak.

Only Cang Shi is like a crouching tiger, rain or shine, cold and heat will not invade.

I dare not insult passers-by on the boat and accompany the Yangtze River to this day.

2. What are the poems about ducks?

In "Spring Boudoir", Xu Yanbo watches the guest waves and thinks a lot about the secluded boudoir.

Dark beams smell swallows, night candles see moths. Treasure duck hides fat powder, and the golden screen makeup continues.

The fabric has texture and brocade shuttles. There are envoys in the West Pole and books in the North River.

I was afraid of running out of time, so I wasted my time on fighting. Song of Spring Water is a duck, swish swish.

Green, narrow spring water. Mulan with rippling blue waves has two teenagers on board.

A drunk teenager can't afford a duck. "Send a friend" Zhang Jiyi remembered the days in Jiangnan, when he traveled with him in March.

Picking tea to find a distant stream, fighting ducks to the spring pool. Seeing a guest off and leaving a sand head will attract monks to play chess in the bamboo.

Now thousands of miles away, there is nothing to follow. "Appreciating the Twenty-two Scheerers in Qujiang in Early Spring" Zhang Ji Qujiang is full of ice and the wind is calm.

The willow color is still light, and the sound of spring is gradually rising. Zipu is wet, and the green duck hits Sina.

The fairy is very affectionate and looks at each other. Zhang Ji, the "King of Tingzhou", used to be an official in Zhao Bei, because he was the best official to worship the court.

For the county seat, I resigned from Shuangfengque and my family left for Kowloon Beach. There are only banana farmers in mountain villages, and there should be more duck pens in water towns.

There are few ordinary tourists in remote places, but who will see the Erythrina flowers. "Fu Yu Gou Shui Sui Shen" Li He entered the park in white, and the imperial secretary was dressed in yellow.

The keel of the dike is cool and the duck's head is fragrant. Don't be scared to death. Stop drinking and have a drink.

Fortunately, because of the wandering place, I have to meet He Lang for the time being. "Ping Ge" Li He butterfly inhabits carnation silver, and the green duck glazed money is cemented.

The group returned to the six songs to hold the frost orchid and cast a golden cicada in the mirror. Aquilaria sinensis fire warms dogwood smoke, and wine brings new attempts.

The moon wind exposed the cold outside the screen, and all the girls in the city were crying and sleeping. In Angry Gong, both Li He and Song Yu are alarmist and charming and pink.

Singing spring grass dew, the door covers apricot flowers. Note that cherries are small and laurel leaves are thick.

Lian Xiao's make-up is beautiful, and the night bill is reduced. The mirror flies like a lonely magpie and draws a river like a cymbal.

Toby combs the phoenix and rolls the golden worm around his waist. Du Ruo contains clear dew, and Pu River adopts purple velvet.

On the moon, moths break, flowers and wishes merge. Heavy suspicion of fog, light waist against the wind.

The secret book title is cardamom, and the secret word laughs at hibiscus. Don't lock the box of dogwood, don't open the jade cage.

Make pearls to frighten Han Yan, and burn honey to attract wasps. Drunk valerian throws a red net and hangs green.

Count money to teach girls, buy medicine and ask questions. Even-faced inclined geese, dream bears with moving lights.

If the intestines are not tied with bamboo, they will bow if they are urgent. In the evening, the trees are fascinated by new butterflies, and the residual neon recalls the broken rainbow.

The ancient Bohai Sea was filled, but today it is chiseled. Embroidered a long curtain and a short skirt

The heart shakes like a dancing crane, and the bones grow like dragons. The sill of the well is painted and the door is covered with white copper.

Wei Huakai rabbit trail, India fox trail to the wall. The nail curtain of tortoise shell is thin and the glass is folded dry.

Like cypress trees by the bed, Yao swept the leeks. The thin tube sings to the rainbow, and the fragrant mash falls on the night maple.

Suitable for boys Chu Xiang, gardenia sends Jin Yong. Tortoise shell is not smooth, goose feather is thick with ink.

Huangting stays in the Wei Pass, and the green trees raise the Han style. Cocks crow and stars hang willows, crows crow and dew drop tung.

As soon as the oriole came out of the seat, the pet girl began to follow. Wax tears shed blue embers, and autumn grass swept away.

Blowing sheng dug up old lead and sold wine to Xinfeng. Short worries fill the valley, long worries cut the valley.

Quchi sleeps like a suckling duck, and little brother sleeps like a baby boy. The seam of the mattress is double, and the hook braid is five.

Shu smoke flies heavy brocade, gorge rain splashes light capacity. Brushing a mirror is a shame, and smoking clothes avoid Jia Chong.

Fish is born under the jade lotus root, and people are in the lotus. There are curved moths with water, go upstairs and choose horses.

Let the monarch live in Qumo, and let the garden live in Lin Qiong. Sweet-scented osmanthus fire tassels are warm, and the golden furnace is thin.

In late spring, the prince was in a state, and the songbird thanked his mother for her carelessness. Jade leaks three stars, copper street meets five horses.

The rhinoceros plant is timid, and the silver liquid is centered. Look at the fate of the year, the pipa is good or bad.

Wang Shiying is in Chinese Valentine's Day, and her husband is in Miyake. Can't apply mica, and carry medicine in many ways.

Because of the jade bird, this bag is sewn with crimson yarn. Hanyuan looks for the official willow, and the river bridge worships the clock.

In the moonlight, women feel that they should smile at the empty painting hall. "Lan Xiang Goddess Temple" Li He and Gu Chun are here every year, and the green clouds are warm.

China rosin flew late, and Liu Zhu got dizzy from the sun. The sand is full of red, and the stone spring is full of cress.

You draw new powder, and the moth is green. Weak branches are hard to show, and mountains show sorrow and empty spring.

Wu Pei cut off her wings and painted the curtains light silver. Gui Lan blows strong fragrance, and water lilies grow strong.

Watching the rain in Yao Ji, taking a boat trip with Xiaomin, playing the flute, getting drunk and wearing golden clothes.

Go to the sky, white deer, swim whip scales. Thick hair flying, greasy cheeks evenly condensed.

Temples are divided into spider nests, eyebrows and small lips. Being a butterfly is gentle, and the scenery is timid.

The golden duck is cold, and the dust in the mirror is still. Riding on the fog to the same place, the smell of Yushan is alive.

Guan Xiu often thinks of Pang in something, and her cheeks are red with confusion. Oranges croak and purple taro is full.

Gulls and ducks swim quietly in the deep bamboo, and their children and grandchildren are mostly in good flowers. Thousands of families are chariots and horses. Who loves them so much?

Feng He's secretary Cheng Yuan's The End of Autumn Memories of the Former Residence in the South. There is a talented person in the hall of Li Duan who can follow in the footsteps of the ancients. White snake pottery, Ruan Qingyun Zhongrong.

The sudden return of the countryside has made it difficult for horses and chariots to meet. Abandon the lane in autumn water, and the branches go to the peak.

Fish avoid willow and scare ducks into touching hibiscus. The stone sinus is thin and the seaweed on the mountain bridge is heavy.

Feng Chu will eventually eat bamboo, and the crane couple will temporarily loosen their nests. I am willing to accept the misty clouds, but I will not follow the plan.

"Send the Light Man" Meng Ben's snow and white bones, lighter lotus wind. Five words and two treasure knives, and a high voice.

Hanyuan Qian Sheren, poetic rhyme, Lei Gong. I don't know what I am, so I sing endlessly.

Hate biological table, Yu Lang fell asleep. I often sit in the cold bamboo forest, and I am eager to talk to each other.

Song Luoxing is not thin, but it is hard to compare with Jiang. If you don't come next year, I will be Artemisia annua.

Why not stick to his heart and learn vanity for you? Sitting on the grass of love means the sea.

See the water alone, don't ask people. Wash your hands with mirror waves, and flowers will spring into your heart.

Although external contact is prevented, changing clothes is also a helpless move. Translate some words to comfort Yin's diligence.

Drink Jiang wine in a copper barrel, and sing in a copper barrel with your hand. Nong is making waves, and drinking is worshipping waves.

Step on a small bow and dance alone. Laughing at Iraq and fishing for the sun depend on many articles.

During the day, leaning on a green bamboo pole is nothing to me. The spear is not afraid of rain, and the egrets compete to fly.

Draw a short picture and fight for glory. Laugh at the Iraqi water athletes and win glory by breaking waves.

Why don't you shoot ducks with a bamboo bow? Shoot ducks before shooting ducks, and ducks will scare their heads.

Yuanyang is also scattered, and the color is hard to find. Nong is a clear wave, and every time I step on it, I wander around.

Laughing at Akun Gong Lang, trampling on the soil is called romance. How to die without wrapping your head?

I learned it from heaven, so I know it. After several years of friendship, the rivers and lakes used to be good.

There is an old village in the Jianghu, and my little girl is crying. Worried about not knowing each other, breastfeeding is difficult to be harmonious.

Fortunately, there was a Buddhist dress that lured me to see Zhai. Fasting for a hundred blessings drives the west home.

Elo has a thin nose and many articles in the Jianghu. Sitting on the edge of rivers and lakes, with clear consciousness.

The copper bucket is short-lived, but the new chapter is helpless. This is not a leisurely song.

The system is attached to the post, so don't blow the rest of the wind wrong. The first temple in Beijing, Zhao Chengyi is craggy.

It is the wide wall of the teacher's book, which passes by when chanting. Wandering in nostalgia, tears welled up in my eyes.

Zhong Yi Temple in the south of the Yangtze River, the flat land wins the mountain. The monk in Wukaiyuan dialect has a high rhythm and is very leisurely.

Yao Yao creek bank is flat, and laurel list is equal. Trees and stones compete, and red and green are different.

I recall the flavor from afar, and the teacher climbs the freshness alone. repay a debt of gratitude