It's a pity that the east flow doesn't make the west return to the water and go out of the forest.
Wang wenbai
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams.
Juvenile Delinquency Act II Li Bai
Falling flowers swim, laughing at Huji wine shop.
Sender Zhang Bi.
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
Du Fu's "Meeting Li Guinian and Going Down the River"
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
Guo yuan LV Jia Xin Zhai Bai Juyi
The fallen flowers leave the tree silently, and the running water enters the pool mercilessly.
Because of Bai Juyi's long sentence, Chunlai often travels with Li Erke Guo Wei.
The fallen flowers bloom in the morning and return with the birds at dusk.
Jingu Duyuanmu
The birds groaned, and night came with the sound of the east wind; Falling flowers are as beautiful as green beads falling from upstairs.
Du Mu, an egret
The blue mountains are reflected in the distance, and the night breeze in pear flower falls is a tree.
Xiao Chunmeng Haoran
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Topic Xinghua Temple Pavilion Jia Dao
Bai Yutang autumn wind, thorns all over the pavilion, you know.
Beishan Wang Anshi
Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.
Cao Xi in the spring dusk
In the late spring, no one has asked about the fallen flowers on the road, only the shade is boundless and boundless.
Fengle Pavilion Youchun Ouyang Xiu
Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.
Li Yu Langtaosha
Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Gigi Lai Village, Yixian County
Dream like a dream, the waning moon fades away.
More missed Weizhuang.
The deep courtyard is closed, the small courtyard is empty, and the flowers are fragrant red.
Back to Wei Zhuang.
Spring is dying, and flowers fall all over the floor with the rain.
Qiao Jinmen weizhuang
The courtyard is full of flowers and spring, and the grass is green.
Good things are close to Li Qingzhao
The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain.
Xue Mei Liu Xiangyong
Elegant and graceful, full of body, water flows in the west and water flows in the east.
Rui partridge Ouyang xiu
The spring breeze is even more melancholy, and the fallen flowers are flying in the rain.
Dream of Qin Guan
The place where spring returns to the pool is full of fallen flowers.
Linjiang county Yan Dao Ji
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
The young mermaid Ye Mengde.
The fallen flowers have danced before the style, and the yellow rain has been sent.
Qiao Jinmen Zhu Shu Zhen
The flower curtain in the courtyard is not rolled, and the grass is far away.
Wang Ling in the Spring Festival Evening
In March, the residual flowers bloom even more, and the small eaves swallow day by day.
Wang Meihua cotton
No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.
Burying flowers and singing Cao Xueqin
Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again?
2. Poems of falling flowers, flowing water, falling flowers, spring gone, heaven and earth. -Li Yu
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. -Gong Zizhen
Peach blossoms are opening, and it is another world. -Li Bai
Goose and duck don't know that spring has passed, but they are scrambling to catch up with peach blossoms. -Chao Chongzhi.
But now, there are spring floods and floating peaches everywhere. Which way should we go to find the hidden source? . -Wang Wei
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Momomo.
Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtain by hand, and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again.
Flowers fall, do your best; Swallows return, they are no longer strangers.
Hating the east wind and falling flowers, endless spring scenery comes to heaven and earth.
Flowers are still like non-flowers, and no one regrets falling.
Spring is divided into three parts, dust into two parts and moisture into one part. In detail, it's not flowers, it's tears.
Ice muscles and jade skin fly red clouds, pointing to wrist self-entertainment Drunk refers to the enchanting spring flowers, and I don't think the stool will fall down.
Leaning against the railing, butterflies flew around and rushed into the forest to scare birds. I don't know if the beauty is old, but now the flowers are just right.
Pieces of flying flowers and dancing eyes, carefree sorrow scattered smoke and water, who and I lean against the bar.
In the stormy building, watch the falling flowers by the railing, fly over the autumn, and listen to the wind and rain with a mouthful of green tea;
How to solve a thousand worries with a hundred glasses of wine in Dream of the Lost Soul? Smiling is the best way to dispel the soul.
Huahuijun
Flowers on branches, flowers on people, poor color is youth.
Yesterday, I saw flowers burning, but now I see flowers falling.
Instead of waiting for the spring breeze to blow away, it is better to spend all this time playing.
Ying Ge danced with butterflies for a long time, and the red stove was cooking tea and flowers.
Dressed up and singing freely, I sent the fragrant branches back to the bridal chamber alone.
Yuefu zaju, advocating ballads, Lu
How strange these trees are, and how old they are.
Green forms new branches, and red branches are full of old branches.
The wind is chaotic and the sun shadow is uneven.
Let the color fall, Jun Jun don't know.
When the wind blows away, the plum blossom falls in Lu
Meiling bloom, Tianshan snow has not opened.
Snow is full of flowers, and lace is like snow.
Because the wind enters the dance sleeves, the powder is mixed with the dressing table.
The Huns came to Wan Li several times, all in spring.
Flowers fall on the banks of the river, everywhere
The riverside is full of flowers. You should meet the yarn-washer and write down the road.
The courtyard where he lives is deep, deep.
Liu Yang's eyes.
Curtains without multiplicity
Yu le Diao an you ye Chu
The building is too high to see Zhangtai Road.
March storm.
The door covers the dusk.
Not going to stay in spring.
My tearful eyes asked the flowers, but they didn't give me an answer.
I saw red flowers flying over the swing.
Luoyang woman looks beautiful, sitting alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered plum blossoms, sighing long.
The peach blossom and plum blossom I saw this year have rotted in color. I wonder who can see the beautiful flowers in the flowering season next year?
When I was in bloom, I always wanted to see the Eastern monarchs.
Peach blossoms fall like red rain.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
Funeral ci
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad.
Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again?
Willow and elm are from wheatgrass, regardless of peach floating with Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
At the beginning of March, the fragrant nest was built, and Liang Jianyan was too ruthless.
Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.
360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening.
How long can bright and fresh research last? Once you go with the flow, it's hard to find out.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them are worried.
Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door.
The blue light fell asleep on the wall, but the window was not warm.
The blame at the bottom is double depression, half pity and half trouble;
Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.
Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?
The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.
May wings be born under threat and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I will die and be buried, but when will I die?
The man who buried the flowers smiled today, but who did he bury?
Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
Don't feel sorry for every gentleman, but look at the cold plum blossom.
Suddenly I heard the sunny songs of my neighbors. What about southern poets?
I want to send a few lines of information, so I'm worried.
3. Poems describing fallen flowers, singing with white heads, Li Baidong went to the west to flow endlessly, and the fallen flowers were ashamed of the forest.
It is said that Li Bai's poplar in Wang Changling has been lost, and Wen Daolong has crossed five streams. Li Bai, a junior second-line student, swims around and laughs at Huji wine shop.
It's only in the spring to send someone to Zhang Bi, and it's still one thing to leave someone to take pictures. Du Fu's On Meeting Li Guinian and Going Down to the South of the Yangtze River is a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.
Bai Juyi passed Yuan Jia's letter room, and all he said was empty talk, and running water poured into the pool mercilessly. In spring, I frequently travel with Li Erke outside the country, because I gave a long sentence, Bai Juyi stepped on the fallen flowers in the morning and came back with birds at dusk.
At dusk, Du Mu in Jinguyuan resents the birds, and the fallen flowers are still like fallen flowers. Du Mu, an egret, flew into the distance in surprise to reflect the blue mountains and the evening breeze in pear flower falls.
Xiao Chun Meng Haoran But now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken. Topic Xinghua Temple Garden Pavilion Jia Dao Bai Yutang Autumn wind, thorns full of pavilions, you know.
Wang Anshi in Beishan counted the fallen flowers because he sat for a long time and found grass too late. No one asked Cao Cao about the fallen flowers outside the door in the spring dusk, and the green Ran Ran was all over the world.
Tourists have a spring outing in Fengle Pavilion. Ouyang Xiu, regardless of whether it will get old in spring, steps on the flowers in front of the pavilion. The flowing water of Langtaosha Liyu is gone, it is heaven and earth.
Recalling Li Cun's fairy posture is like a dream, and the waning moon is fading away. What's more, the deep courtyard in Wei Zhuang is closed, the small courtyard is empty, and the fallen petal is fragrant and red.
Back home, it is said that it rains everywhere in late spring in Wei Zhuang. Wei Zhuang, Kinmen, flowers are blooming like spring, and heartbroken grass is green.
The good news is that Li Qingzhao's wind will set the flowers deep, and there is a red pile of snow outside the curtain. Xue Mei Xiang Liu Yong's elegant posture and graceful posture complement each other, and the water flows from west to east.
Rui partridge Ouyang Xiu was even more disappointed with the spring breeze, falling out of the flowers and dancing in the rain. Like a dream, Qin Guanchi is full of fallen birds.
Linjiang Xianyan Dao Ji is independent, and swift flies together. Ye Mengde, a corn poppy, has danced amorous feelings and sent yellow rain.
Zhu Jinmen, full of flowers and curtains, heartbroken grass is far away. In the Spring Festival Evening, the King made the March flowers bloom more vigorously, and the eaves became more and more swallowy.
Plum blossoms in Wang Mian, no one has seen them, and countless plum blossoms have fallen on the wild bridge. Cao Xueqin, who buried the flowers, hoed the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with his hands and endured stepping on the fallen flowers again and again? .
4. The falling flower poem, the falling flower in bloom, and the wind and rain urge each other.
I really want the God of Guan Chun to live longer, instead of letting those delicate and lovely flowers fall on the green moss. The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. Yi Hai's Miscellaneous Poems > Gong Zizhen's flowers are flying all over the sky, but who has pity when they disappear?
In Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions, the flowers in Buried Flowers float from one place to another, and there are two places to worry about. Li Qingzhao's Plum now reminds me of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were folded.
Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" is a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and the opportunity of falling flowers meets you. Du Fu's "On Meeting Li Guinian Downstream" was full of tears, which was somewhat sad in ancient times.
Wen's "water" tree, with endless flowers and much rain, is new and good. It takes as long as 360 days to fall flowers. Chen, "Song of Falling Flowers in the Western Suburb") Falling flowers deliberately follow the water. Running water has no love. Continuing the recording, Wenzhou Longxiang Shi Zhuan felt the Zen master.