Failing Lotus

Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

The white dew has withered the flowers and they are not dead,

The cool breeze blows the leaves and they are beginning to dry.

No one understands the depressed situation,

Let’s take a look around the bush.

Henan Zhang Yingzhi Dongzhai

Author: Mei Yaochen Dynasty: Song Dynasty

When I lived here in the past, I dug a pond to connect to the bamboo garden.

There are few fish swimming in the clear pond, and there are no feathers in the shallow forest.

To this day, the cold wind blows through the window, sending the rain of dry lotus leaves quietly.

When the rain stops, there are few officials, and I know that you are alone and suffering.

Huanxi Sha

Li Jing

The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the westerly wind is worried about the green waves.

I am still haggard and miserable with my time.

The drizzle dreamed back to the chicken plug far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building.

No matter how many tears there are, there is no limit to hatred.

"Nine Miscellaneous Odes of Crossing Gaoyou Sheyang Lake" by Sadu Ci of the Yuan Dynasty

The autumn wind blows white waves, and the autumn rain destroys the lotus flowers.

Thirty miles away from the flat lake, passers-by feel the abundance of autumn.

Freehand brushwork

The vast winter city wall, occasionally passing by the car whistle. Come to Yiyelan to see, thousands of tiles are covered with residual snow.

A unique experience when returning home

The moss in the alleys is deserted and green, and the eaves are fluttering in the sun. The autumn trees are tired of people, still shining on the shadow of the deserted stream.

White Bird

The white bird returned to heaven and earth and never left the dome. You are also soaring in my head, and you have been flying for a moment.

Imitation Zi's Night Song

There is a peach tree in front of the door, which makes it appropriate to laugh with Zi. The peach smiles to the spring breeze, and the child smiles to me.

Ancient meaning

Only because I admire you, I am happy to be apart in this life. Although life and separation are painful, we look at each other forever.

East Lake Tour

The shadow is in the spring breeze, and the sky is in the blue waves. The spring breeze has not yet emerged, and the blue waves have not yet risen.

Three Occasional Poems

A rainbow sits on a small bridge, its long skirt covering the ground. Suying and Qingxi are heading towards the wasteland.

The dragging skirt stands in the spring sky, and the dreamy eyelashes are blown gently. When I want to laugh but not laugh, I am so quiet that I see two pink butterflies.

The sword pavilion cannot be climbed, and the flying car cannot be lived in. Throw me in the ancient time, clouds will block the road when coming and going.

Miscellaneous Poems of Xi'an

The gate barred the passers-by, leaving only this pavilion and the moon. The shadows are scattered across the lake in autumn, reflecting the heat of cherry blossoms.

The ancient intestines cannot be washed, and the stained walls cannot be covered with snow. After three days of renovation, the palace was filled with local flowers and people.

The people in front of the flowers are better than the rain, and the flowers are like guests after the rain. Visitors from all over the world have returned, and have been waiting for a while in a stormy evening.

What kind of flowers are there in front of the guests, and what kind of guests are there beside the flowers? This palace was left behind by the Han and Tang dynasties. Come and encounter the stormy night.

Looking at Tianshan Mountain

The evening light is sowing red sleet, and the blue cliffs are fighting against the purple rain. If the Tianshan Mountains are like a galloping horse, Xihe cannot ride them.

Autumn day

The autumn day is warm and sunny, and the poplar branches are lightly blown by the wind. The yellow chicken leads the chick far away, and pecks at the caterpillar in the corner of the garden.

When fishing in the rain

Raise your eyes to see the clouds turning ink, lower your head to sit and fish for spring. The raindrops are not yet hanging, but the leaping crucian carps are leaving people behind.

Four Miscellaneous Poems

The bamboos in the courtyard are whispering, and the eaves of the pines are suddenly raging. The strong ambition has been gone for a long time, and I look up at the high white clouds.

The autumn leaves are small in the smoke, and the shadows in the courtyard are clear. There are usually no passers-by, and the deep bamboos listen to the wind.

Weeping willows and east wind, the grass and trees are clear and shiny. Throwing the scroll and sitting there forgetting to say anything, I listen to the vibrating sound of the oriole.

The cool dew gathers in the orchids in the garden, and autumn thoughts arise and I look around. The sound of pattering bamboo comes, and the moon shines on the vast mountains.

Sitting alone in the small garden at sunset

The old mulberry bark is chapped, and the branches are still hanging loose. My eyes are close to the wood, and my gaze is filled with wonder.

Thousands of pines are like ten thousand guests, and the sky is vast for meditation. The sounds are as mixed as the excitement of debate, and they meet Zhuge in awe-inspiring manner.

The clouds are shining with dew, and all the birds are silent. I can't look at it, thousands of mountains are so solemn.

Rongrong Mu Qinghui, withered temples rejuvenated. Leaning down to look at Qingxi, the seven orifices were white.

Mixed feelings

There are trees that are old and gray, and the grass is not rising. The dense forest grabs the bird, and will always be defeated by Qing Ming.

The spring breeze blows across the vast acres, and the Riju Pavilion on the west mountain. The wild flowers are unknown, but their fragrance is suddenly majestic.

The wind blows in the evening on Guangqu, and the catkins fall like frightened horses. Knot a long rope from a willow tree and tie it to the west.

Wildflowers are blooming in spring, but the cold blast is trying to kill them. The blue eyes dare not fly, the red and purple sea burns in my eyes.

The ancient trees are thick with thousands of branches, reflecting the numerous branches. There is no one walking in the town all day long, and the moss is comfortable.

The winding path is like a wild bird, pecking at the green spring grass. I stood there with my head raised and my eyes facing each other.

Yong Huai

The thing I hold in my heart is in the corner of the sky, leaning against the railing and the moon is fading.

May the fireflies fly in the night and be by their side at night.

Meet by chance

Meet someone from my hometown by chance, the orioles are singing and the grass and trees are springing up. The local pronunciation suddenly changed, and the language smiled and made a blind date.

Four of the twenty-two miscellaneous poems

I looked at the letter at that time and hesitated about the dream. Do you think I am still a person from the past?

The little ones don’t know the warmth of spring, so they sing and roar over the waves. I wish you peace and stability for the rest of your life, and listen to the autumn rain.

My intestines cannot be rubbed, they are broken into thousands of pieces. For the sake of the bright moonlight, it will always be bright and clear to you.

Thousands of miles away, wind and rain bring about lovesickness. It's a sleepless night for me. It's a good time for me to sit dry.

Mixed feelings

People say I am passionate, but I am ruthless for a long time. It's just that I'm here to serve as your ministers, and I want to join hands with you.

The center suddenly flickered, and he sat up and folded the pages of the book. When I still remember and read it, I feel attached to others like a small moon.

There is no moon at the beginning of the night, and there are only a few scattered stars. Later, the soul is clear, and two of the four unique gifts are chosen.

The cracked silk waterfall leaks out, and the sword-quenching spring flows. The Siberian tiger roars and stands in Tianchi.

There are stars that I want to pick, and there are moons that I want to grasp. How rare are the stars at night? The Tianchi is not full of bowls.

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The snow shines on the clear sky, and jade dragons rise from the mountains. Who clings to the white moon and stares at the red lights?

When Guan Di took a photo of lotus flowers in front of his former residence, he thought one of the five best choices

I am one of them, but I regret not being able to enter. May the long wind blow and dye my dream soul green.

The first two of the four plums and rains

How can there be no plum blossoms in a foreign country, and no rain in a stranger. They didn't know each other since they were young, and they couldn't talk to each other.

Lao Mei is in the east of the house, with green leaves hanging in the air. Occasionally speaking to the east wind, they are like children.

Miscellaneous Memories of Summer

The outline is long and the river is hooked, and the majestic color is connected with the mountains. The sun melts gold in the furnace, and a calf stands upright.

The pine moon moves to clear the shade, and frogs and drums fight near and far. There is a reading lamp upstairs, and I stand still looking at it.

There are green worms crossing the pages of the book when I read at night

Sitting on my clothes at night, the wind in the pine trees is intermittent. In front of the glowing white lamp, the green jade shines brightly.

Sitting at night to send someone to you

The fragrance blows into the palm of the tea, and the sweet taste lasts for a long time. Confucius said that there is no expectation, but I am willing to stay together.

Mabian Mountain

If the First Emperor has his heart, why would he want to whip the world? Occasionally, I stop here to hear words from the clouds and the pines.

Daihe language

The leaves are lightly curled under heavy frost, and the cold water in the pool does not ripple. There is someone under the bright moon, looking at the withered lotus.

Two poems sent by Zhongyou

I heard in the distance that the East China Sea is boiling, it is the Qiongbei diarrhea. Standing together, holding hands and looking, the heaven and the earth are like horses.

I lost my ribs in my previous life, or am I at your side? Let's go to the big city hand in hand, and our shoulders will be covered with snow.

Lotus pod

As soon as I hold the Youbi, who lives in it? The unique Linglongzi sleeps soundly in ancient times.

Come and stand

I will not carry the flowing clouds, and I will not carry the idle clouds. Come and stand in autumn clothes, the leaves are blown away by the slanting wind.

Gift of dandelion

***You have been wandering in this life in the dust. A unique light velvet umbrella, given to me in the north and south cities.

Picking water chestnuts

Autumn calls for water chestnuts to be collected, but the thorns cannot be peeled off. There is no need to look like a lotus seed, my heart really has horns.

Memories of Autumn

Thousands of miles away from the south of the Yangtze River, I am also small in the mountains. After all, I am a person by the waterside, with burning memories of red polygonum.

Sick enough to listen to the fragrance

The white clouds are diseased and wandering northwest. In addition to the flowers falling and the birds chirping, the clear sound comes through the curtain.

Miscellaneous Thoughts on Reading

Poems and books are like lotus leaves, which I love deeply. The leaves suck the green green, and the fragrant cicadas sing in their old age.

Night Chant

A cold lamp illuminates the dream, and the moon of thousands of miles envelopes the heart. Remember to break the meaning of yellow tangerine and divide it into green qiqin.

Four Selections from Yingying's Collection

Two thousand miles away, the spring breeze brings long memories. When you get the catkins, you can't blow them.

There is no need for me to be stupid, and the flowers are smiling. A hundred years old and a thousand springs only chase the east wind.

When you are comfortable, you will be fine, and you will talk about poetry from time to time. When I am exhausted, I return, and there are many plum blossoms.

When I returned, I leaned against the Qiu River, covered with reeds and snow. The solitary owl does not know each other, but pecks at the bright moon.

Quiet Night Miscellany Fifteen First Choice Four

When you feel that you are being kissed by a stranger, Zhenyu comes out from under the bed. No one can spy on you in your clear dreams, and you can ride wild horses leisurely.

The taste of the situation is filled with mist and rain, and the two swallows return slowly. I don't know how to express my gratitude, I can only say flowers on red cheeks.

Recalling the past years in my arms, the moon rises above the sea. Where can I listen to the secluded people, and the pine wind stirs up the sounds of nature.

Who is throwing the book? This night, the river clouds are like the tide. Don't cherish the power of the swan, just to reach the sky.

The first four of the fourteen miscellaneous chants

One volume is full of flowers, and the chants are leisurely with eyes closed. The wild wind shakes the bamboo shadows, and the books turn green when sprinkled on them.

The teacher does not cut the poems, but leaves the pen empty at the end of the wood. The door of the study room is not closed, and the spring breeze comes in.

The green basket stands in front of the spring breeze road. Buy spring flowers and give them to the flower girl.

Flowers cover the south of the ancient Yangtze River, while people rely on the north of the ancient Yangtze River. Love all the flowers in the river, but the east wind will spare its strength.

Two Returns

Going is like a duck wave, coming is like a dusk moon. As time went by and came back, the pond dried up and there was snow on my temples.

The spring day is like an old man, and the smoke from the kitchen wakes up early. There is a sky in the meandering stream, and there are many water birds in the stream.

The second of the four on the train

I don’t know who greets me and who jumps for joy. A dream of cool autumn rain, a flash of city shadow.

Passengers shuttle across the snow bridge, and pass through the ice window on a cloud trestle. Regardless of whether you are settled or abiding, it is a floating bed.

One year

The world is long and there are countless regrets. There are idiots everywhere, but I meet you.

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It was vaguely a kind words, how early did Yigu get up. I have been deeply grateful for thirty years, and I love you every step of the way.

Xian is said to be the best tofu, all because of the beautiful local water. My father opened the door and found a new carp.

Children make red cannons, and white heads scrape silver scales. In the evening, I enjoyed my grandma's work, and everyone gathered around the lantern to enjoy her.

Sitting and reading Wei Zhuang’s poems, firecrackers are ringing all around. Although the quilt is slightly cold, the spring flowers are nourished by the silk rain.

The old friend gave Buddha beans and held a basket of spring in his hand. Wave your hands, don't say thank you, just chat and offer food.

My young man’s temples were already stained, but now they are especially white. Do not change the pine trees in front of the door, but sweep away the green clouds thousands of feet away.

Carved window decorations are ancient, but who comes to visit when cars are plundered? Stop staring angrily for a long time, my house is in ruins.

If you don’t pay New Year’s greetings on the first day of the Lunar New Year, you can walk quickly in fresh clothes. A child is like a golden fish, looking forward and suddenly around.

On the banks of the river are bamboos, and the sky is dark in Banqiao. If you are crossing the Cangjiang River, the returning birds will be wiped by smoke.

Pedestrians competed to climb the tower, but I watched alone across the river. Awe-inspiring and inviolable, the shadow is as cold as an ancient sword. Tour Hedong Wild Goose Pagoda.

The clear light, clouds and ink have faded, and the willow color has faded, and the sound of birds has faded. I love to look through the spring window and look close to the old bookcase.

Wandering and enjoying the scenery alone and gazing at the sunset. Residents should not be surprised by guests, but should always rely on them.

The glory of spring is also beautiful, but the winter is withered. Just look at the branches brushing against the clouds, they look so pale and they look so old.

I am happy to return to my hometown, but I am worried about going to serve. I miss this hometown every year, and I can’t throw it away day and night.

The sound of rain fell slightly, and the birds began to sing. Go downstairs and smell the delicious aroma, the neighbor is cooking red carp.

Jiang Gao is brushing his hair, and the magnolia is flourishing. Not as cold as the north wind, but as gentle as human words.

Children can’t understand the chanting and laugh at me sitting like a monk. I have no words to answer, my eyes are like spring birds.

When my mother got up, she was surprised that I got up so early. He replied that he couldn't sleep, so it would be nice to listen to the sound of rain.

It’s good to lean against the rainy window to listen, and it’s good to have paper and pen to write. If I express my heart, my son will think it is elegant.

What is the purpose of New Year greetings? It rains every year. To thank the peach blossoms on the mountain, my feet of mud are blocking me.

No camellias, no camellia trees. The villagers love their new homes, and the fragrant powder turns into soil.

In my new garden, the camellia trees are as red as the clouds. When promoted into the army, he should be like a flying general. There used to be a lot of white camellia in my hometown.

Winter bamboo shoots are delicious when mixed with fish and stir-fried. While one was chewing, the plum blossoms in the courtyard were secretly packed with pistils.

Everyone smiles and says nothing when they meet, they are all New Year visitors. The pine path suddenly touches the shoulder, and the cattle herders are old acquaintances.

I don’t know what kind of water there is, but the blue sky is always dense. There is endless hope day and night, and there is no such thing in a foreign country.

The peach blossoms fall on the spring water, and they are as beautiful as the prints on people's lips. The wild calf came to the stream and picked up thousands of bamboo shadows.

Who can clean up the thick clouds in my mother's room? The willow bird has a timid and delicate throat, and tries once and twice.

Who sees the moss as a flower and the standing mountain as a guest. Who comes in the sunset, leaning against the white stone.

The bowl is blue and white porcelain, and the beans are jasper green. My mother peeled it off with her own hands and never turned her eyes away when she returned home. Occasionally I saw a bowl of peas in the kitchen.

Living on the lake for many years, the rain comes and goes. There is always a storm, can the two oars take charge? A freehand gift to the old fisherman on the lake

Peaches and plums are blown by the spring breeze, walking leisurely on the river. If I had known I couldn't send it, why would it be half a book?

It’s not far from where I live, and I can take a walk along the Qingjiang River. There are six or seven brothers, and they don’t hold hands when they grow up.

The hometown of water chestnuts is good, and they are worth the salt and are said to be beautiful. It's like a beautiful woman's skin, and if you pinch it, water will come out.

The ancient building attracts people from afar, and the road leads to Jiejiabao. The two willows are entangled, and they have been in love for hundreds of years.

I am a poet who knows clever things, but my heart knows good things? I know in my heart that I am getting old soon.

There are plum blossoms in one courtyard, and white rain flies at the dawn of spring. How to help his voice, a child reciting English.

One sunny day and nine cloudy days, the sky will fight against you. When I was about to say goodbye, it started to rain again.

I got up early today, but I didn’t know I couldn’t answer the question. The spring clouds are sad in the desert, leaning on the building facing the river.

The river is the Chu people’s river, and the country is the Chuiyang Kingdom. After ten days, I finally set off on the journey, hoping that I could not stay.

Don’t cherish your man, you will miss him as soon as you get up. Heluo has color, which has strengthened the northwest since ancient times.

I don’t know what to say, but I carry my mother on my back. Not knowing what the heart is, the mother weeps on her back.

Cannot bear to see the sad face, lowered his head and waved goodbye. I don't look back anymore, my tears are like a spring river.

Everything was unexpected at first, but today I feel sad. The spring breeze is too soft, and I cannot cry.

A person who has made tears all his life, this is what happened today. He just stood there silently, speechless.

Ask about the return date if you don’t return, and ask about the return date if you return. Life after life, mother, year after year.

Wake up in the morning and wash yourself, sit alone and compose poems silently. There are mountains and trees facing each other, but they don't know each other. Viewing mountains and trees on the train

Caressing the stains on fresh clothes are all traces of hometown. Thousands of traces are now clean, who can say who is homesick?

Beyond the flowers there is sorrow, and there are old oaths beside the flute. The long sea of ??mulberries passes by, and the mountains and plum blossoms become a city of their own.

The mountains in a foreign land are green, but the mountains in my hometown are beautiful. Each has a thousand mountains, looking at mother and son.

There is not a single dream tonight, and the mountains and rivers sweep thousands of miles. When you wake up early and hold up your hands, you will look like your eyes are counting stars.

There are smiles on the river embankment, and children take spring outings. Why fight for smiles and win everyone's eyes?

I still sit on the old window sill and write poems recalling thousands of miles. The drama is not as good as Jiangnan, the songbirds are too silent.

Along with each other is only the rooster, and with each other are only ink characters. I can't give you any thanks, I'll be like this all year round.

A volume of Li Bai's poems was read in the car in surprise. Guests feel as if the boat is rocking, sitting silently as if they were in a house.

It is a pity that I have been separated for many years, and I have lost all the flowing springs. If you spend your life as a reward, the sun and the moon will crush your heart.

A jade crystal looks like snow, suspected of being eaten by immortals. The long wind shakes my clothes, and I want to be worthy of the immortal. The title of "Mountain Lichen"

Thinking of my hometown makes me feel that I am not feeling farewell. Walking slowly among the green streams, the moon is shining with snow at night.

Climbing up the old mountain alone, the wind blows slightly. When they grew up, they all went out, and the cattle were scarce in the original land.

Stepping on the road to death again, the wind and frost look back sadly. Hiding the tears of loving kindness, I almost forgot that I was a man.

Following the wind and dust, my dear ones will be remembered for a long time. The green grass and the setting sun look at each other but don't see each other.

The young man doesn’t know how far away he is, but he is afraid that his name will not show up. Unexpectedly, with the heart of a mother, I can measure this thousands of miles away.

The spring breeze sits on the young man, and the long night sits on the loving mother. There are blue hairs in the white hair, and Youyou dare not count them.

Looking at Tu Tianyao, who is right? How many young hearts have shed tears of love and affection.

I don’t regret throwing my head away, but I don’t regret it if I stick to it. It's just a white-headed man, so deep in my memory.

Returning with a hen in hand and stepping on the bluestone. The spring breeze blows the rain, and the blue gradually returns. Returning from the Groceries

Two poems about a good wind coming from the south

A good wind coming from the south, as gentle as a line of imperial bandits. It's just that the heart and lungs are hot, and the clothes are empty.

The good wind comes from the south, but there is no way to lift boulders. The waves are flowing under the leaves, and the forest birds are laughing to themselves.

Seven Miscellaneous Odes

The sea is indescribable, who can win the wings of the strong wind. The withered body alone will be bathed in this glazed color.

The green leaves of the leaves are recognizable by the spring breeze. It's just more mottled, but the west wind is already sharp.

Thousands of years apart, I remember my son’s life. The spring breeze calls among the leftover seeds and gravel.

When we look at each other while sleeping, why spend the night exploring each other? The spring breeze suddenly steals the heart, and the peach blossoms are like water.

The chaos is the west wind, how many golden clothes dance. People only cherish the red maple, but do not appreciate the bitterness of the west wind.

You and I don’t know each other, but spring and winter are like opposites. But we and you know each other, autumn is continuous and summer is raining.

The yellow light melts into the water, and the fragrance condenses into the ice. Only the wind blew slightly, as softly as a whisper.

Listen to the Rain

The dust of the past has faded away, and the memory has become ashes. I still wear my old clothes and listen to the rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

East and West

The east and west are more than ten thousand miles away, and the water and clouds are lying around. My dreams are like sweeping waves, and all the twists and turns are at your discretion.

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A servant will not hate others, but will only hurt his spring mood. The setting sun is full of pale color, and the spring waves are wrinkled and silent.

I will keep my own way, and you will follow your own path. The setting sun fills the front mountain, and the birds return to their old places.

Movies and music, memory swirls like white doves. The clouds are nothing to look forward to. They just lower their heads and remain silent.

When the years come to an end, the river may still be there. Spring flowers are spread near the water, loved by all.

Seventeen miscellaneous poems

Therefore, the mountains are not far away, and looking at each other is like kneeling. The old friend has been here for hundreds of years, and the hanging dream is as warm as before.

A young man who does not control his mind becomes as angry as spring grass. The middle-aged man is careless and has a smile on his face.

Whoever is staying at home is singing in the spring. There are two chimneys in the south of the city, steaming up.

The dry wood leaves are clear in the evening, and the charcoal brush is moved by the wind. Peeling off the spring blossoms with rustling rustle is an eternal skill.

The cherry blossoms in the street are falling like snow, and the fire in the city is like lotus blossoms. In the vast city, the motor whines.

The cherry blossoms are in bloom, and the sun is as bright as a wide field. Butterfly wings are about to spring, struggling to push up the clouds.

The story has lines, trailing green in the willows. I don’t know who sketched it, and I don’t know whose hand it is.

Thousands of things are different from each other. Is it my crime to be weak? I use the soft posture of water to face the green pine trees. Chanting the Vine

The wind blows and the sky is vast, the chrysanthemums are blooming and the moon is fragrant. People are watching from the corner of the city, and I am in Baiyun Township.

The pear blossoms bloom by themselves, and they will greet me first when they return. If the courtyard door is forgotten, who will lock the memory?

One pick is azalea, and the rest is green fern. When they hug each other and look at each other, their eyebrows smile like a crescent moon.

The lotus flower blooms in ten years, so it is recorded that it was planted by the mother. If you don’t dig the roots every year, you will be embraced by the good wind. Meet the lotus in the small pond

The human figures are chaotic and the elevated structures are crisscrossed. When the rain comes, the ivy grows, and the old wall leaps lightly. Occasionally seen on the street corner

Midsummer is like a flaming lotus, with floating clouds trailing shadows. No one has ever drawn it, my dream is like a deep well.

The window cannot be wiped, and the distant city is full of ink. Only the magnolias are blooming, giving off the color of Jiangnan.

The heart cannot be checked, and the inspection will burn out. The sky and the earth are so deep that a feather stretches across the Yangtze River.