古風 [唐] 李白
The green lotus grows in the secluded spring, and the sun is bright and fresh.
Autumn flowers take green water, dense leaves and green smoke.
The beautiful color powder is peerless, who will pass on the fragrance?
Sit and watch the flying frost cover, wither this red and fragrant year.
The roots have not been obtained, and I wish to entrust the side of the pool.