1. Poems about the decline of flowers
Poems about the decline of flowers 1. Looking for ancient poems and beautiful articles about the decline of prosperity and the change of things and people
In the dream, Hua Luo thinks that among the thousands of flowers and trees, I only need the simplest one so that I can enjoy plum blossoms with you; I think that among the colorful flowers and trees, I only need the most inconspicuous one so that I can sleep with you on the chrysanthemum pillow. .
Dreams come back a thousand times, and the fragrance of flowers is gone, but there is no chance of meeting the beautiful woman. I waved my sleeves to brush away my tearful eyes, wanting to ask about the peach blossoms, but I let out a shallow sigh, which made the flowers in my dream fall and scatter into the dust, lingering for a long time.
The flowers bloom on the street, intoxicating the world of mortals, and the wind and moon; the flowers fall in the dream, causing pain to the beloved and losing her beauty. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. In the dream, the flowers fall. Who knows how many? Half of the curtain was rolled up, and the lady was murmuring, saying: Every piece is full of sorrow, and every petal is hurt.
We met once and separated overnight. Looking back, the flowers are not flowers and the dreams are not dreams. When the prosperity is gone, who is still counting the yellow flowers all over the ground? Fallen flowers turn into graves, who is still cleaning them silently, blooming red in spring? However, what is countless is the bits and pieces of lovesickness; what is endless is the lingering past events.
Once upon a time, as promised, the flowers were beautiful, the moon was full, and we saw each other under the yellow flower tree. Unpredictable weather can happen, a night of wind and rain, flowers fall, dreams are broken, and people's souls are broken. How often do we share joys and sorrows, and how often do we support each other? Once upon a time, we promised that we would never leave each other, in front of flowers and under the moon, in heaven and on earth.
People have good times and bad times, many setbacks, cold love, ice-cold love, and thousands of knots in their hearts. How often do we treat each other with respect as a guest, and when do we raise eyebrows together? The morning breeze is slightly cold, I want to talk, but I am still resting, the flowers are falling in my dream; I lean on the railing by the water, my head is raised, my eyes are gazing, and my beloved is walking away. The Fallen Flower Man is independent and standing beside the Wangfu Stone. I really want to be like her, even if my heart is broken and my heart is broken, I have to wait until the end of the world and the end of the world.
However, heartbroken, who pity, who pity. However, the autumn water can see through it, and whoever holds it will look forward to it.
Drunk and dreaming of beauty, I wake up with fallen flowers falling into pieces, and my tenderness turns into falling red flowers all over the sky. Who can I blame, who wants to? Sigh only sigh, Yue Lao was confused and tied the red thread by mistake. From then on, one of the talents and beauties was in the dream and the other was outside the dream; only hate was that the Queen Mother was ruthless and scratched the golden hairpin. From then on, the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd, one was in the sky and the other was in the dream. world. In the dream, flowers fall, and the song ends and everyone disperses.
I lament the passing of time, but I don’t know how many times I have to dream about it before I can wait for your lifelong love. As I raise my glass and enjoy myself, the wounds from the past still hurt, and the dreams from the past still linger in my mind.
As I write this, ask yourself, why are you dreaming and why are you hurt? Inadvertently, I saw you holding hands and murmuring to each other in front of the flowers. Under the moon, you held your fingers tightly together and loved each other. In an instant, I suddenly realized: Whether I am dreaming or not, holding hands with you will never be like this; whether the flowers fall or not, falling in love with you will only last for this moment.
It turns out that when love reaches the extreme, all it wants is a warm embrace; when love reaches the end, all it wants is a happy ending. It's a pity that I can't even give you what you want now.
Love or not, I want you to be happy. Since I can’t do anything, it doesn’t matter who gives it to you. The fate is here, everyone can settle down with their destiny.
So I smiled with relief and stopped thinking about who was wrong and who was right, and no longer asked who was right and who was wrong. As long as you are good, I will be safe, do you hear me? As long as you are good, I will be safe... When we meet again after so many years, it is my dream to get married and invite you to be the bridesmaid. You cry with joy.
Light a red candle and bow three times. You dance lightly, carry a flower basket, hold the flowers and smile. In an instant, the fallen flowers are colorful, the flowers fall in the dream, and the love spreads in the world. At this moment, I took the new man's hand and asked with a smile, "Who knows how many flowers fall in my dream?" He only said: Flowers faded on one side and scattered into poems; dreams shattered on the ground and condensed into rain.
In my previous life, I thought you were a green lantern and I was an ancient Buddha. In this life, you will be destined to be the Weaver Girl and I am the Cowherd. In my previous life, I thought I was a mandarin duck and you are a duck. In this life, I will be destined to be the Weaver Girl. I am destined to be a phoenix and you are a phoenix. Indulging in this dream, I have gone through the pain of several reincarnations and experienced the pain of several reincarnations. Finally, the moment I closed my eyes, the dream fell into the world of mortals and fell into the world.
When I dreamed about this life, I never looked for your name on the Sansheng Stone, so I couldn’t wait to open my blurred eyes, just to see if you were still by my side as you were in the previous life. However, just because of my greed at this moment, I passed you by the Sansheng Stone and missed the promise I made in my previous life when I was drunk in the world of mortals.
But we don’t know that if we miss this time, we will miss this life. Inadvertently, the beautiful dream that has lasted for several lifetimes is changing in the world, and it is difficult to recover it.
From then on, on the other side of the water, the bright sadness fell one by one between the eyebrows; on the other side of the mortal world, the gentle pain fell one by one to the end of the world. How many times of wandering, how much sadness.
On the trail that is still warm, I am not willing to miss it! Following the memories of my previous life, no matter whether it was sunny or rainy, I still traveled through mountains and rivers, and traveled all over the world, just for the greed of that moment, hoping to put an end to the past; with the promise of my previous life, no matter whether I was having a good meal or sleeping in the open, I was still struggling. Traveling to the end of the world, just because of the extravagant hope of that moment, hoping to renew the relationship. As spring passes and winter comes, I look straight through the autumn water, but what I can't see is still the dimly lit gaze of my beloved from the past life.
What was a dream in the past life will come to nothing in this life.
On the Yangguan Road, there was nowhere to talk about desolation, so I had no choice but to carry the dream of two people in my previous life and walk alone in the world of mortals.
Looking up at the sky, to whom can I tell this overwhelming loneliness? Who can understand? ! There is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world. In the vast sea of ????people, there are sunken fish and falling geese; in the rolling red dust, there are closed moons and shy flowers. However, apart from Wushan and Yun, I just want to hug plum blossoms and sleep with chrysanthemums with you in my previous life.
Thousands of miles away, no trace, no results. Watching alone makes me grow old and hurt the fleeting time.
Suddenly looking back, the west wind blows thinning, and the belt becomes wider. Helpless, Luan Jing changed her beauty.
I don’t know for whom these three thousand blue hairs are turning white, and for whom are these hundreds of knots and sorrows broken? By the Wangyou Lake, no one listens and no one responds! In despair, I patted the jade fence all over and asked the sky: What is love in this world, and what is the meaning of love? ! The only truth is that joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, are all caused by fate. It turns out that the marriage in the past life still needs the fate of this life, so that we can cross the same boat and sleep together.
It’s a pity that when I woke up from the dream, I lost all my lovesickness. On the other side of reincarnation, today is broken, but yesterday was perfect; this life has long been forgotten, but the past life is still fresh in my memory.
After a few moments of slow condensation, I turned around, closed my eyes, picked up the flower, smiled, and flicked my fingers. I will scatter with the flowers to the end of the world, grind them into mud, and disappear.
From then on, it was a dream in the past life, and what fell into the world of mortals was just a sad and poignant legend... The prosperity has faded and the vicissitudes of life are still there. When the wind of time shakes the branches of life, and the days fall like autumn leaves. , we are like lost geese, walking alone in the empty world, confused and wandering, unable to find the direction of progress, and not knowing where our souls belong. .
2. Poems about flowers
Poems describing "flowers" include 1. "Ugly Nuer/Picking Mulberries" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Zhao Changqing The peonies have faded. Fly away from the flowers.
Thick green and crows. There is a restaurant selling wine by the Green Water Bridge.
In the new year, we join hands to find spring, and the flowing clouds are flowing. The past is regrettable.
I still like Pan Lang’s hair. 2. "Yu Jie Xing·The Sky Street Wants to Shine the Pearl Curtain Powder" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Chao Buzhi The Sky Street Wants to Shine the Pearl Curtain Powder.
The bridles were once similar. Flowers and joy come with age, but wine still pity the beautiful scenery.
When the king and grandson are young, their romance should change, but they are helpless and depressed in spring. Don’t miss the fragrance of your boudoir when you are in seclusion.
Luo Dai has faded away now. The full moon and beautiful flowers are like spring, and you can always enjoy them wherever you touch them.
Some people are melancholy. How can I return home? I’ll ask you when I meet you. 3. "Sending Judge Cao to the Tower," Era: Tang Dynasty, Author: Lu Lun Wo Wa When the dragon seeds dispersed in the clouds, thousands of miles of flowers suddenly parted ways.
There are important ministers in the country who support Pei Ze, and there are no light prisoners outside who violate the banner. The mountains and rivers naturally merge with the countryside, and the tents are moved by water and grass.
Dare to thank relatives and virtuous people to get jade. Zhongxuan can write poems as well as poems. 4. "Send Pei Di as the Imperial Envoy to Shu" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Qian Qizhu was only in his forties, with a beard, a black beard and a beautiful and elegant hair.
The embroidered clothes facing the sky take advantage of the favor, and the stars on the mission are full of light. The Jinshui is filled with flowers and beautiful algae, and the bright moon in Emei attracts flying wine glasses.
A man of great talent has his sights in the sky, and he should follow the mandarin ducks and egrets every day. 5. "Send Pei Di as the Imperial Envoy to Shu" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Qian Qizhu was only forty years old, with a handsome beard and handsome hair.
The embroidered clothes facing the sky take advantage of the favor, and the stars on the mission are full of light. The Jinshui is filled with flowers and beautiful algae, and the bright moon in Emei attracts flying wine glasses.
A man of great talent has his sights in the sky, and he should follow the mandarin ducks and egrets every day. 6. "Farewell to Yanzhou Du Biezhi" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Jiayou stopped the car to invite him to ride, urging him to play Hujia.
If you see Chu Mountain at dusk, you will be worried about the credit of Zhejiang Water. The river bank passes through Asakusa, and the village path is full of flowers.
What is even more tragic is that the spring sun is setting in Liangcheng. 7. "Traveling to Yanbu, I met Lord Kong in self-defense, and I was happy to meet him as before" Year: Tang Author: King Luo Bin A traveler returned in self-defense, and came across the Huaihe River on his back.
The cover is covered with golden orchids, and the jade leaves of Forgot are blooming. The willows are blooming tomorrow, and the plum blossoms are sparse and falling.
When we are about to reconnect with each other, the comfort will not fade away. 8. "Miscellaneous Ballads·Zheng Yingying's Song" Era: Tang Author: Li Qi Shi Jilong, a tyrant of Tianlu, good at heroism, a beautiful woman named Zheng Yingying.
Cherry is beautiful, fragrant and lustrous, and E'e is the one who attends the palace. There are 30,000 people in rolled-up clothes in the back courtyard. Their green eyebrows and clear mirror cannot be kissed.
The female officers and soldiers ride a thousand horses, and the flowers shine in the spring of Zhanghe River. The flowers are woven into a red scarf, and the red flag is fluttering to create a new book.
The singing rhinoceros and the flying horse catch the flying birds, and the copper carries the harp and harp with it to chase away the dust. The Ruyi Pavilion with a heavy gate in Fengyang has a hundred-foot golden ladder leaning against Yinhan.
He said that wealth is immeasurable, women are princesses and men are kings. A bed of red flowers and double bamboo mats, a bed of coral, and a dragon tent with amber light.
The obscene and false gods are evil, and the mausoleum of the one who destroys the stone will not be wrong. Yecheng is pale and pale, and the world is turning upside down.
9. "Xue Duan, Xue Fu's Feast Slips and Xue Hua's Drunken Song" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu's articles are well-written and well-written, and Duan Fu gained his reputation early. The hall is full of loving guests, and the banquet is full of people, thinking about the fragrant grass.
Ande moves the plum blossoms far away with vigorous steps, and arranges flowers indiscriminately towards Qinghao. Thousands of miles away, there is still old ice and snow, and hundreds of pots are still open to embrace.
The elders hate hearing about the war and are sad, and they are worried about the relief. The young man tried his best to talk and laugh, but he looked haggard when he saw me.
Xue Hua is good at drunken singing while sitting down, and his lyrics are of his own style. Recently, there are long sentences in China. You are good with Shandong Li Bai.
He Liuchen and Bao Zhaochou both failed to work and Xie Li failed to do his job. All lives are full of new knowledge and happiness, but everything will eventually hurt you and you can't protect yourself.
When the sun sets and the west wind comes, I wish the wild water would add to the golden cup. If you drink wine, you will always be happy, and you will know that poverty and sorrow are at ease.
Suddenly I recall the fall of the autumn well when it rains, and the moss growing on the bones of the ancients. It makes my heart sad to not drink. 10. "Listening to An Wanshan Playing the Bamboo Flute Song" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Qi Cut bamboos from Nanshan to make Fengzhen. This music originates from Qiuci.
It is said that the tunes from Han Dynasty have become strange, and the barbarians from Liangzhou are playing them for me. The neighbors sighed when they heard it, and the faraway guests shed tears when they were homesick.
The world understands listening but not appreciating, and comes and goes in the wind. The withered mulberry trees and old cypresses are whistling in the cold, while the nine chicks are chirping and the phoenixes are chirping chaotically.
Dragons roar and tigers roar for a while, and thousands of springs sound like autumn. Suddenly it becomes the fishing sun, and the yellow clouds are dull and the sun is dark.
The change of tone is like hearing the willow spring, and the flowers in the forest illuminate the new scene. On New Year's Eve, candles are lit in the high hall, and music is played with a glass of wine.