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Mei Yuan inscription Painting The bird falls on the tip of the lotus - also upwards towards the sharp horn, like a kingfisher two or three sounds

Mei Yuan inscription Painting The bird falls on the tip of the lotus - also upwards towards the sharp horn, like a kingfisher two or three sounds

2016-05-30 Zhao Lina et al. Ice and Snow Poetry Garden

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Mei Yuan inscription Painting The bird falls on the tip of the lotus - also upwards towards the sharp horn, like a kingfisher two or three sounds

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Mei Yuan inscription Painting The bird falls on the tip of the lotus - also upwards towards the sharp horn, like a kingfisher two or three sounds
Mei Yuan inscription Painting The bird falls on the tip of the lotus - also upwards towards the sharp horn, like a kingfisher two or three sounds

Caption

Zhao Lina

A pool of clear water breeze, cuigai pavilion scenery.

Han Qingxin ying side, the bird is comfortable to stand on the lotus head.

The concentration was silently drunk, and a few gulls were extremely wide-eyed.

At this moment, he seemed to be wandering in thought, and whispered to Ye Tangliu.

Sparrows sing

Zhang Yuchen

The morning fog dissipated the self-esteem, and the ascended Lotus cultivated the soul.

Flowers and birds whisper wind photographs, butterfly dance beeps rain dew marks.

The blue water is light and the pond is filled with lotus roots.

Singing a garden dream, a thousand words is Nomura.

Rain Ji Lotus Pond

Old iron

A bay of blue water swaying duckweed, rain and wind soft to the evening sun.

Sparrows are as beautiful as new, and frogs are noisy and twilight.

Burning love flute accompanied by cooking smoke, good guests invite old wine.

Lotus rhymes leisurely into dreams, and clear words illuminate the moon and the gull alliance.

gentleman

The bird was still in love with the pool, and stood with the sound of the lotus.

The green cover condensed beads flowed with color, and the red buds bloomed delicately.

He Tongbaihui divided the spring colors, and willingly offered Gu Fang to summer love.

The heart is full of who understands, and the slightest hint of nature is clear.

Lotus pool

Mou Guozhen

A pool of green leaves ripples, and the lotus rhymes with bright shadows.

The flower-top bird stopped looking around, and the dew drops next to the stem sounded.

Swimming fish play in the blue water, flying butterflies shake the wind and colorful wings.

Qiao Qiongzi set the beautiful scenery, and the clear light ripples to reflect Xiaying.

Title Map Lotus

Wang Zhigang

One

The desert lakes and mountains are blue, and the high sun shines green.

Happy scenery shore a thousand colors, Su Jielian heart a few feelings.

Pink flowers welcome kingfishers, and the sound of frogs at the bottom of the leaves.

The wind and the earth have many charms, and the ink and danqing are written.

Two

The scenery of Qiankun is closed at this time, and the four sides of the hibiscus are soft and blue.

Thousands of miles of green felt are extremely eye-catching, and the flowers are good and do not look back.

Leisurely bird lotus heart, pleasant fish leaf bottom swimming.

It may not be that the lotus pond loses the moon color, and the blue sky and white sun are also flowing.

Qinglian

swan goose

A pool of fragrant powder, green leaves like a pan jade Lilang.

The sparrow point lotus tip is delicate and delicate, and the wind and waves are long and affectionate.

The buds are full of innocence, and the dirty slurry is cleaned with the head held high.

The ancient Yong Dun YiLian loves to endow, and now the rhyme is flowing.

New Hert

Consort

Don't chase Roselle in the world, don't be fresh after the green cup rain.

Tian Tian slightly crouched out of the boat, dotted fang noisy Horn Shen.

Pretty cover the red phenicle with jade dew, and cover the green and green neighbors.

The dragonfly is nearly silent, causing the bird to take effect.

The title picture is a sparrow that falls on the tip of the lotus

Wang Chunxiang

The jade bone ice soul towered over the pond, and the throne was scattered.

The perched branches of the spirit finches stand sharply, and the drunken Zen breeze soars on the water.

Fukuji once listened to hui language, and Shangen has since mu xian makeup.

One heart is super out of the cold and warmth, and has gone through the smoke waves to sleep.

Inscription poem Lotus pond play sparrow

Yame

The rolling beads drip on the blue clouds, and the willows surround the smoke on both sides of the lotus pond.

The water ripples and flowers, and the wind and leaves linger.

Dragonflies returned late from marriage, and sparrows went on blind dates to preempt them.

Duxiu poetry is intentional, and the heart is fragrant to be reunited.

The blue umbrella is clear and the waves are red, and the roselle swirls and plays with the fragrance.

Balls of willows flew down one after another, one by one pairs of lotus flowers in silence.

The sound of frogs in the water pavilion is low and far away, and the twilight in the sky is still faint.

Provoke the sparrow to stand sharply, painting poetic pen under the same.

A visit

Temporarily live in a quiet side, Qingqing send a painting boat.

Tian Tian was as I wished, and Chu Chu was thick for him.

Holding a slight chin guard, the thousand layers remain for the Buddha.

Occasional idleness, Vultures do not stay together.

Lotus Pond (New Rhyme)

Wang Zhenhua Meng

The leaves of the field dance in the wind, and the new red bursts of incense.

Birds come to keep their promises, and the dew point is as good as possible.

Shore willow yao qin vertical, lake boxian language collection.

Fun is often encountered, and every minute plays a magnificent chapter.

Titled Little Lotus Chart

Elvin

Pond qing lotus leaf bi, silk willow dance soft posture.

The sound of the jade flute is accompanied, and the hibiscus pieces are chased.

It is far from the shore, and the road is late.

Whoever provokes the dragonfly's anger, Ma'er wraps the branches.

lotus

Ancestral water fisherman

Qingtang licuiwei, day by day together.

Han Yu Qing ruyi, bi pan sheng yu ji.

Guan Guan's blue bird arrived, and the purple clothes flew.

It is so good that it is agreed to be deeply agreed, and there is no pity for each other.

Snow lock Meyo

Half an acre of square pond bi, Tian Tian QuZhu East.

The fish swim freely, and the birds are also exquisite.

The sleeves are full, and the placket is empty.

The pool side shakes the shadow, and the green fan sends incense.

Mei Yuan inscription Painting The bird falls on the tip of the lotus - also upwards towards the sharp horn, like a kingfisher two or three sounds

The memory of the lotus pond

Zhao Yuanxi

The door is facing one side of the pond, and the lotus grass is long.

Frog shake green umbrella cover, fish tender lotus fragrance.

Leaning on the stone to watch the flowers rhyme, the wind feels cool.

Put a few grenades under the fire and wait for the moon to fly together.

Still that square pond, still fragrant.

Dragonflies dot the blue water, and the lotus seeds are dressed in red.

A touch of oblique sun old, a few more flavors long.

Lotus bush boats pass by, and the dew flows.

Mei Yuan inscription Painting The bird falls on the tip of the lotus - also upwards towards the sharp horn, like a kingfisher two or three sounds

Title Sparrow Standing Lotus Chart

Drunken slanting sun

Also upward towards the sharp corners, like a kingfisher two or three times.

The dragonfly did not know why, and flew over the cangpu to complain about goodbye.

Ask The Lotus

Level nine whirlwind

Jade Face was shy for a long time, and Bing Xin asked who guessed.

Originally a cactus in his previous life, he is now reduced to a sparrow platform.

Mei Yuan inscription Painting The bird falls on the tip of the lotus - also upwards towards the sharp horn, like a kingfisher two or three sounds

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Editor-in-chief: Yan Bing He Chunxue

Manuscript finishing: Zhao Lina a visit