Ten Mile Lotus Pond opened her eyes, the wind smoke lotus pond side, the tail of the little yellow cow flicked asaka There was a red dragonfly flying into the crystal lotus leaf water droplets She smiled A budding red lotus pond in the middle, green
author:Autumn rhyme reverie
Ten Mile Lotus Pond
Open your eyes, wind smoke lotus pond
At the edge of the lotus pond, the tail of the little yellow cow flicked toward the morning glow
A red dragonfly flew into the crystalline lotus leaf water droplets
She laughed
A red lotus with buds
In the middle of the lotus pond, the green oil-paper umbrella flutters with the wind
Sharp footprints
On the pond embankment, a melancholy township river appears
Loved
Bit by bit, thick and faint lotus fragrance
The river dissolves and the banks of the river flow
Millennia of water wheels, hard work, tenacity
The sweetness of the veins grows from the earth through the throat into a drunken lotus pavilion
Ink is fragrant, old songs and new words
A hundred years of resentment grew into a lotus flower on the shore in the blink of an eye
A fragrant turquoise lotus
The green snail rides a sharp tail and sketches under the green leaves
The forehead stretched out, a touch of light
Scattered pavilions, the mood of the villagers
The mountain song wrapped around the beams and pillars, it was the rice wine of the strong countryside
The bright red tip of the tongue lit up the night of the water village
Loneliness is a cicada that sings on the leaves of the lotus stem
The traces of the Lotus Pavilion pass through the alleys of the old houses
Green bamboo ferry in the middle of the river
Sorrow, entanglement, resentment like duckweed drifting away
Happiness, peace, love, perched in the shade of willows
Lotus pond in April, green leaves, fragrant flowers, walking in the city
Wooden building, incense shadow
Set up a banquet for 100 families in urban and rural areas
In early summer, a wave of lotus leaves and lotus flowers are dressed
The moon, the soft chandelier
Hanging from the tip of the lotus bud, the stars
Flickering eyes, staring at the feast of this green field
The grace of Tang Song Miaoman and the boldness of the flying waterfall
It is chanted in the ten lotus ponds of this village
The river, the rinsing of the sun and the moon
The ancient rhyme of lotus picking, the clarity and crispness of the river
A river, the moon lotus on both sides of the river, the sunset at night
Clearwater Bay, soft pulse, breeze wafting Fang Fei
Magpies jump on incense sticks, sounding auspicious,
Lotus field sings at night, and the lotus fragrance drifts away