Lotus poem
Wu Wa Yue girls sing in groups, and the deep paddy fields are filled with smoke. White lotus can be better than red lotus, and the poet's song is just hurting the spring.
There is no place in the world that is not home. When the lotus blossoms, I listen to the twilight music. The daughter by the lake is singing Mo Chou, singing softly and dancing slowly into the sunset.
The sound of the bell in the middle of the night scares the guests from their dreams, and the lotus flowers bloom in the middle of nowhere. Gao Jie said in ancient and modern times that the true fruit does not matter the mountains and rivers.
Together, they are united and united forever, and the sparkling water flows through the past and present. It is also brilliant and colorful, and I don't know whether the sun and the moon are rising or falling.
My thoughts can be told by the autumn frost, which will arouse hatred for eternity and thousands of years. Being shy also has the intention of going through disaster, even though the waves in the water are boundless.
Spend your time in the next life and this life, painting boats floating in the sunset. It is charming and eye-catching when open, and also looks strange on the sandbank.
New lyrics are sung in the Guanwa Palace, and lotus flowers hang bitterly by the lake. The man pointed to the stars and swore to the sun and the moon, and the concubine asked when the river would return.
The autumn moon and the spring breeze are blowing by the lake, and the lotus flowers have grown for thousands of years. There are sometimes bad things in the mountains, and the sweet words of the world are passed down from ancient times to the present.
The mist of the water town is vast, and the lotus flowers are blooming with a faint fragrance. The poet's songs startled the universe with his cries, and the concubine looked at her hometown from the top of the mountain.
The mountains are far away and the water is far away, and the clouds on the shore are rippled by the waves on the lotus platform. The cloudy and clear weather can reflect the moon in the sky, and tell Qiu Min how many thoughts he has.
Pingting Qingyang explains her lovesickness, and stands beside the lake to read new knowledge. How many flowers can bloom and fall, and they are also separated in China.
The wild grass in the small garden is green and yellow, and the lotus flowers in the lake are fragrant. Looking at the vast Central Plains road, several people chanted to relieve their sorrow.
At that time, the bright mirror revealed Luo Shang, and the moon reflected the stars beside the river. The autumn colors of lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are also wandering in the wilderness.
The clear dew hangs from the hibiscus water, and the low-flying egrets return around the stream. The scenery back then is like a dream now, and the lotus flowers are as long as the river water.
The scenery in the four seasons is full of love, and the lotus flowers are flying in peace. The autumn water reaches the sea, and Tushita is not afraid of countless disasters.
This is a collection of short stories, written in my spare time. You can criticize and praise, but I will never accept malicious insults.