The poem about Bloom Zen is 1. What are the poems about Bloom Zen?
Unexpectedly, when I just got bloom's helpless flowers, Yan's return seemed like deja vu.
-Yan Shu's recent love affair, withered flowers are flying all over the sky, and the fragrance is gone. Who has pity? -"Burying Flowers" is not heartless. It is more protective to become spring mud.
-Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems" Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, she was in a hurry, but she had no choice but to come to the cold rain and the wind was late. -Li Yu sees the flowers wither and the red apricots are small.
Swallows fly, green water people go around. -Su Shi loves flowers.
Spring butterfly lazy warbler has no intention of spring. Flowers fall with the wind, and the yard is red.
-Su Shi asked for flowers with tears and flew over the swing. -Ouyang Xiuhua has gone, it is heaven and earth.
-Li Yu's "Waves" makes the fallen flowers follow the running water intentionally, and the running water loves the fallen flowers mercilessly. -"Continued Lights, Master Sense of Zhuhai Temple in Longxiang, Wenzhou".
2. What are the poems about Bloom's falling flowers?
As soon as Xiao He showed his sharp corner, a dragonfly had long forgotten.
Huang Si's family is full of flowers, and a thousand flowers are lower than Du Fu's.
Spring can't close the garden, but an apricot leaves the wall and forgets.
Populus davidiana smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, while the branches of red apricots forget spring.
Far knowledge is not snow, but forgotten by faint fragrance.
The incense array pervades Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers and Huang Chao.
If I were Di Qing in another year, I would report peach blossom and blossom in Huang Chao.
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The autumn wind passed through the garden last night, blowing off the yellow flowers and wandering around.
The most important thing is that you can't stay in the world. Zhu Yan's handwriting is beautiful, and Wang Guowei is a tree.
I don't know how many flowers were folded last night. It slipped my mind.
3. Some sentences about Bloom's falling flowers are sad and beautiful.
1, under the bodhi tree, flowers fall in bloom. After all, there are chrysanthemums all over the city, and the ground is full of sorrow.
Cherish what you have, and you won't regret it if you lose it. Bloom flowers fall, I can only cherish them.
3. Since the time when you were apart, you have been waiting poetically. In the emotional exile, you have been guarding a quietly blooming flower.
Meeting you is the most beautiful ornament in my life. Because of your company, I am no longer lonely. I want to watch bloom leisurely with you.
5, bloom flowers fall, four seasons cycle, in the alternation of seasons, how many pass by, when you miss it, you are a stranger.
6. Look at the flowers in bloom, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable, and the fate comes and goes.
7. Since ancient times, scholars in white have cherished flowers, and lotus flowers have smoked in bright orchids. Bloom is in love with flowers, and he loves orchids.
8. bloom is silent, but its wheatgrass will stop us; Flowers fall silently, perhaps its elegance makes us think deeply.
9. When you see bloom, you will think of falling flowers, and sadness will inevitably start from your heart.
10, Bloom's love, marriage and life are ups and downs, all of which have a process and then come down to a result.
1 1, I went to Qiu Lai several times in spring, and I spent several times in full bloom. Cold and warm changes, time flies, in this beautiful time, we always miss a lot.
12, the flowers will bloom again and the water will continue to cut. The fleeting time is gone forever. Look at the falling flowers flying all over the sky, marking the lush years we have passed.
13, Bloom has his own time, everything comes and goes quickly, and so does life.
14, the sun sets, and bloom falls a few times. Time flies, taking away the scattered flowers and our dreamlike years.
4. Recommend some sad and beautiful sentences about bloom's falling flowers.
1. I'm a stranger, I'm singing, I don't care about my troubles, and I'm not worried about tomorrow. Mountains and water can forget each other, and stars and the moon can shine together. A person can also look at the running water. After the lotus blooms, he will be happy all his life.
2. bloom should be regular. Why do blooming people like flowers, but people are sad? What is the reason for the silence in my heart when I drive to drink tea? Su Shi has a saying: "People's taste is pure happiness." The world is warm, how can it be bright and happy? Look at fate, so is this.
Fireworks are flying all over the sky. Who am I attractive to? It's just that Hua is drunk, and Hua is drunk. Quicksand quicksand is flying all over the sky. Who am I missing? Just fate comes and goes, fate is like water.
In the garden of youth, flowers are in full bloom. Close your eyes, I'm afraid every petal is you.
Let your eyes be full of longing, cross the boundless breeze and moonlight, and slowly light up your heart with warmth. The wind, blowing through the west window, through the alley, gently shaking his sleeves, drunk, tears streaming down his face. Who is dancing lightly, making the flowers wither in such a hurry? Who, still holding the pipa, half covered the frivolous voice. Heart, loss, slow calculation, lost past.
6. As for the lost love, you are no longer my bloom, but you can be someone else's bloom.
7. At the moment of meeting, summer flowers bloom; Forever apart, Pu Cao is cool in autumn. When you are in my memory, the wind turns into snow; When you are in the real world, wandering around.
8. The missed years bloom in the desert in the north, but they are deserted in the spring and summer of reincarnation.
9. Memory is like a building with many windows. Some windows bask in winter bedding, and a beat is a piece of dust; Some windows are full of flowers and smell when they are opened.
10. Dream of the desert and don't spend time on the Acropolis. Pavilion, loneliness at hand; Worried to listen, the world spreads the sound of silence. And slowly exhorted, the people did not stop.
1 1. As long as there is bloom, life is not allowed to be accompanied by gloom.
12. Flowers are on the other side, flowers are on the other side, but there are no leaves.
13. When I bloom, I will draw some flowers. When the flowers withered, I drew myself. There you are. Of course I drew you. When you leave, I will draw a memory.
14. Bloom, not for falling, but for the future. ...
15. It is common that flowers fall in bloom, flowers fall in bloom, flowers compete for beauty, and flowers without fruit accompany wine. If you want to spend your own flowers, you can see them. If you chase butterflies and scatter flowers and pollen, there will be no flowers in your eyes. Thank you for your hard work.
5. Who has a poem about Bloom?
Flowers bloom everywhere,
Who pities Hong Xiang?
Soft springs float in the spring pavilion,
Touch the embroidered curtain.
360 days a year,
Wind, sword and frost are all pressing.
When will it be bright,
Once adrift, it's hard to find.
Bloom is easy to see but hard to find.
Before the steps, people bury their worries.
Steal tears with a flower hoe,
Blood can be seen on the branches in the sky.
May slaves grow wings,
Fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
At the end of the day,
Where is Xiangshan!
If you don't collect your beautiful bones,
A cup of pure land to keep out the wind.
The quality is clean and neat,
Better than a dirty ditch.
I died today and was buried.
When the farmer will die is still uncertain.
Nong, the person who buried the flowers is laughing today.
Who did he know when he was buried?
At the end of the day,
Where is Xiangshan!
Let's watch the flowers in spring fall gradually.
When beauty grows old.
No sad songs for me,
I don't know!
6. Poems about Bloom's Flowers and Waterfalls
Continuous silk rain is as thin as sorrow. Jade music carving saddle patrol smelting office.
Light smoke and flowing water draw a static screen, red flies over the swing, and the rain is as thin as sorrow.
Huanxisha
Qinguan
A lonely and cold building.
Tears demand flowers and flowers to be silent. Tears ask flowers for silence, spring has no plans to stay, and the door covers the dusk? Willow trees pile up into smoke.
A small silver hook hangs on the curtain,
Silver hooligans are like poor autumn. It's rainy and windy, at dusk in March. The building is not high enough to see Zhangtai Road, the curtain is not heavy, and the red one flies over the swing.
Butterfly lovers Song Ouyang Xiu's courtyard is deep.
Flowers flying freely are as light as dreams.
When We Were Young
You like talking, and I like laughing.
Once sat side by side under a peach tree.
The wind is in the treetops and the birds are singing.
We fell asleep somehow.
How much do you know in your dreams?
Flying freely is as light as a dream.