1. What are the poems that describe flowers that wither easily?
1. "Happy Meeting·The Forest Flowers Fade the Spring Red"
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
p>The flowers in the forest faded away in a hurry. Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.
The tears of rouge will make you drunk, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water.
2. "Red Window Moon·The Flowers of the Returned Swallows Wither"
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
The flowers of the Returned Swallows faded earlier and later. Qingming. It's an ordinary scenery, two different moods. I still remember that in the shadow of the green peach, I vowed to live three lives.
The delicate red seal script on black silk paper is full of spring stars. Daoxiu made a secret agreement and learned about the deep alliance. After speaking, a trace of fragrant dew wets the silver screen.
3. "Ode to Buried Flowers"
Qing Dynasty: Cao Xueqin
When the flowers fade and the sky is full of flowers, who will pity them when the red color disappears and the fragrance is gone?
The soft hairspring ties the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtains.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of melancholy and unable to find relief.
Peel the flowers out of the embroidered curtain with your hands, and bear to step on the fallen flowers back and forth.
Willow silk and elm pods will bloom from time to time, regardless of peach blossoms and plum blossoms;
The peaches and plums will bloom again next year, who will be in my boudoir next year?
The fragrant nest has been built in March, the swallows in the beams are so ruthless!
Although you can peck at the flowers next year, you won’t be able to leave an empty nest without leaving the beams.
Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other;
How long can the bright beauty last, it is hard to find it once it is wandering.
Flowers are easy to see when they are in bloom but hard to find when they are gone. I worry about killing and burying the flowers in front of the steps.
Leaning alone on the flowers, my tears are secretly shed, and blood stains can be seen on the empty branches.
The cuckoo is speechless at dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door;
The green lantern shines on the wall, and the man is sleeping for the first time, while the cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm.
What happened to the strange slave is doubly distressing? Half pity for spring and half angry for spring.
The spring of pity comes and goes, and the anger goes away, and the words go away without being heard.
There was a sad song outside the court last night. Do you know it is the soul of flowers and birds?
It is hard to keep the soul of a flower and the soul of a bird. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed;
I wish I could have wings today and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.
Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky?
It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, but a handful of pure soil to cover up the wind.
It is better to come and go clean than to be trapped in filthy ditches.
You have died and been buried. I wonder when you will be buried.
The person who buries flowers today is laughing like crazy, who will he bury next year?
Just look at the flowers falling in spring, which is the time when the beauties will die of old age;
Once the spring is over, the beauties will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it!
4. "Linjiang Immortal: Composed at a Banquet in Yangzhou at Night"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Who cares about Li Bai when he respects wine? The thatched cottage points to the east of the Yangtze River. The bead curtain is ten miles away and the fragrant wind rolls. Flowers bloom and fade, and there are thousands of separation and hatred.
The light boat crossed the river overnight and arrived, suddenly laughing and fading. The voice still has Wu Nong's own voice. At the end of the night, facing the wine shop, I am still dreaming.
5. "Youth"
Tang Dynasty: Han Xi
The eyes and minds are not yet over, and they secretly make an appointment with Qin Lou.
Time is too much for me to meet, and emotions make people unable to be free.
You will definitely find the fragrance covering your knees at a distant night. When you feel bored, you should scratch your head with jade.
The cherry blossoms fade and the pear blossoms fade, and the heart is broken and youth is full of sorrow.
6. "Putian Le·Yong Shi"
Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Mingshan
Luoyang flowers, Liang Yuanyue, good flowers must be bought, and bright moons must be credited.
The flowers leaned against the railings and bloomed, and the moon asked for wine for the reunion night.
The months are full of profits and losses, and the flowers are blooming and fading. I think of farewell as the most painful thing in life.
The flowers have faded and spring is approaching. The moon has faded and the Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived. When will people come back after they have gone? 2. Poems describing flowers that wither easily
Thoughts in the Chamber by Xu Qian For details, check on Baidu
When the miserable season is over, the orchid leaves wither again.
I sigh deeply, and you comfort me.
Tossing and turning, it’s such a long night.
Tiptoeing out of the house, looking up at the Sanxinglian.
I hate myself for failing to achieve my goals, and my tears are like a fountain.
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The rain from the south is often stagnant, and the east wind is violent.
The moon moves away in a hurry, the dragon moves away and the clouds are busy.
Ghosts turn around, thunder and chariots ring, and snakes soar with lightning and create light.
The sky is soaked like a leak, and the ground is soaked like a sore.
The sky is bleak and smoky, and the sky is yellow in Cebu.
Darkness covers a thousand miles of sight, and nine ileums are stuffy.
Lonely in the prison hall, deep in thought in the women's room.
The mirror is dim and the luan disappears, and the clothes are moist and the musk disappears.
It is difficult to wear orchids when they are wet, and it is easy for flowers to fall off when they wither.
The yellow warbler has heavy wings and a long heart with green grass.
The purple roads are all muddy, and the yellow dirt is vast.
I am afraid that the rain will turn into a strange thing, and I hope that the rain will turn into auspiciousness.
Chu Liu’s waist and limbs are thin, and Xiangyun’s eyes are full of tears.
When the day is dark, it is suspected to be night, and the yin is stronger than the yang.
Layers all have their towels covered, and pedestrians have all their towels spread out.
The leaping frogs are still coming out, and the moving ants want to hide deep.
Sitting upright and making friends is a waste, walking leisurely is a waste.
The old man is worried about his life, and he is angry about killing Qingniang.
There are always things to worry about when the sea changes, but don’t forget to be a fish.
At this time, Fang was afraid, where could he go?
[The following describes political affairs in eastern Zhejiang. ]
I have looked to the east and prayed, but I still look to the north.
But I think that when there is a drought, who would like to see Shang Yang?
Preliminary fear is silkworm disease, and first worry is wheat frost.
Sacrifice canons and cultivate the rank of salt, and agricultural books fill the bed.
If you are sincere and diligent, it will become clear in the daytime.
Relieve the hungry households in Linzhou, and prepare the walls of the city.
Let’s take care of the new year’s affairs, and would rather spend our time and cherish the beauty of our years.
Victory in virtue eliminates disasters, and people are at peace with the good officials.
If Shangshu has this intention, it is not in vain to receive the gold medal.
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Looking across the Qinhuai River,
Very chic and free of dust,
Love the clear scenery and wind.
Yin whip and drunken hat, time is sparse forest,
Autumn comes and political sentiment is light.
One layer of smoke and one layer of clouds,
The old grudges of travelers through the ages,
should be shared with today's people.
Fishing village. Look across the Hengmen Gate.
Lu Di Pu and Yan Xian heard it.
To the eye-catching desolation,
The red and withered polygonum on the shore, the green and green with Tingping,
The height is high and the mountains are dark.
Even if you are ruthless, you will be in ecstasy here.
The river moon knows that people are thinking far away,
Go upstairs to take in the dusk.
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The flowers in the forest have faded their spring red color, [2]
It’s too hasty,
Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.
Tears of rouge, [3]
Being drunk together,
When will it be heavy, [4]
It is true that life grows and hates water. Changdong.
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Dear, is that enough? 3. Sentences describing the withering of flowers
The apricot blossoms scattered all over the sky, dancing to the ground, leaving a bright red color all over the ground, so gorgeous. With beautiful dance steps, return to dust.
As the wind passes by, countless petals flutter down in the sky, swaying, one by one, holding wisps of agarwood, refreshing the heart and making anyone drunk.
Pear blossoms were everywhere, and the fallen petals were flying in the air, blowing onto their faces. The faint fragrance was intoxicating and alluring - "Laughing with Flowers: The Poison Doctor Abandoned the Queen"
I raised roses at home, and a few days later, in the dead of night, I heard the sound of the flowers falling. At first there was a tentative "pop", like a drop of rain hitting the table. Immediately afterwards, with a series of "pop" sounds, countless shot butterflies fell from the sky.
The night was so quiet at that moment, so quiet that listening to your own breathing was like listening to the rising and falling tide. The whole person was hung up in the air by the sound of falling flowers, and his ears were pointed, and his heart was startled when he heard it, as if he was hearing a conspiracy that was brewing.
When I get up early, the table full of fallen flowers lies there quietly, peacefully and peacefully. It's hard to believe that it experienced such a thrilling night.
Even if the rose petals have fallen, they are still alive and fresh; they still have a fat texture, satin luster and warmth. I didn't believe it at all. This was Hua's body, and she never let her mother clean it up. Watching them escape from the crowding on the branches and lie there freely and stretched, it seems that they have a more independent beauty without being clustered on the branches.
In this world, it seems that you can hear the sound of falling flowers every day.
I never regard the fall of soft and elegant flowers like cherry blossoms, pear blossoms, and peach blossoms as a kind of death. They just felt that they were once angels with wings in the gentle breeze of the wind, so they tried to break free from the branches, tried to fly, and flew out lightly...
However, this There is a kind of flower falling in the world that scares me. It was careless and without any warning. It was caught off guard and the whole flower rolled down willfully, recklessly and irresponsibly. It was really frightening. I once raised a pot of camellia, and it died in such a shocking way. I was so horrified that I was afraid of camellias ever since.
Afraid of its extremeness and vehemence, as well as its tragic suicidal nature. I wonder how a tea tree that is so gentle and meditative could bloom with such tragic flowers.
Speaking of which, I still like the small daisies in the countryside, which bloom quietly and express gratitude implicitly and silently. Its withering does not come as soon as the storm comes. It just clings to the flower receptacle quietly and warmly, getting thinner and haggard little by little, and then grows old together with the whole season without any trace in the bleakness of winter.
——"The Sound of Falling Flowers by Liu Liran on Mud embryo Network"
I hope it is useful to you 4. What are the poems describing the withering of petals
1. Lingchengcheng The mud is crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.
——"Yong Mei" by Lu You, Song Dynasty Interpretation: Even if it withers, is ground into soil, and turns into dust, the plum blossoms still emit wisps of fragrance as usual. 2. When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will feel pity for them when the red color disappears and the fragrance disappears.
——"The Burial of Flowers" by Cao Xueqin, Qing Dynasty Definition: The flowers have withered and withered, and the wind is blowing them all over the sky. Its bright red color has faded and its fragrance has disappeared. Who can sympathize with it? 3. When all the poplar flowers have fallen, Zigui cries, and I hear the dragon marking the way across the Five Streams.
——"I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Longbiao was far away and sent this message" Li Bai, Tang Dynasty Interpretation: When the poplar flowers have finished falling and Zigui crows, I heard that you passed by Wuxi. 4. Suddenly I came across a peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps along the bank. There were no trees in the middle, the grass was delicious and the fallen flowers were colorful.
——"Peach Blossom Spring" Tao Yuanming's interpretation in the Wei and Jin Dynasties: Suddenly encountered a peach forest, within a few hundred steps on both sides of the stream, there were no other trees in the middle, the flowers and grass were fresh and beautiful, and there were many fallen flowers on the ground. miscellaneous. 5. Ten years and thousands of miles have passed, and the wind and rain have stained the miles.
Don’t pity him, his life experience is still a fallen flower. ——"Reduced Words Magnolia·In the Occasion Paper" Gong Zizhen, Qing Dynasty Interpretation: I have been traveling back and forth for ten years and suffered a lot.
Don’t pity the petals. In fact, your own life experience is just like falling flowers. 6. The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
——"Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran, Tang Dynasty Interpretation: Thinking of the sound of wind and rain last night, how many flowers were knocked down? 7. If the flowers fall and change color this year, who will be there next year when the flowers bloom again? ——"The White-headed Weg of Daisei/Baitou Yin/Thinking" Liu Xiyi of the Tang Dynasty explained today: I am here watching the color of the peach and plum blossoms fade due to withering. I wonder who will be able to see the blooming flowers next year. Victory? 8. The green grass passes by the lake in the dusk of rain, and the flowers fall and sing in the Huangling Temple. ——"Partridge" Tang Dynasty Zheng Gu Interpretation: When the sky is gloomy and the rain is dripping, I pass by the green grassland on the southeast side of Baqiu Lake and Dongting Lake; the petals of Huangling Temple are falling, and I can only hear the crow of partridges.
9. Knowing that there is no plan for the future, you force yourself to have a good time. Farewell like this, the pear blossoms have fallen and the moon turns to the west.
——"Picking Mulberries: It Was Wrong at the Time" Nalan Xingde's interpretation in the Qing Dynasty: Later I knew that there was no way to do it, so I reluctantly said that we would meet again later. When we parted like this, the pear blossoms had fallen, and the moon was already in the west of the sky. . 10. Falling red flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers.
——"Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·Part 5" Gong Zizhen's interpretation in the Qing Dynasty: When I resign and return home, I am like a fallen flower falling from a branch, but it is not a ruthless thing, it has turned into spring The soil can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. . 5. Poems about blooming and withering flowers
Bu Suanzi, Yong Mei, Lu You
Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, a lonely flower blooms without an owner. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
There is no intention to fight for spring, but for a while, everyone is jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
Bu Suanzi, Yong Mei, Liu Kezhuang
The pieces of butterfly clothing are light and dotted with scarlet. The truth is that God does not spare the flowers, and there are hundreds of kinds of ingenuity.
In the morning, there are many trees, but in the evening, there are few branches. The saying is that God cherishes fruits and flowers, and the rain washes them away and the wind blows.
Yushu Backyard Flowers Chen Shubao
Liyu Fanglin faces the high pavilion, and the new decoration is gorgeous and quality. Yinghu Ningjiao didn't come in at first, but came out of the curtain to welcome him with a smile.
The enchantress’s face looks like a flower with dew in her eyes, and the jade trees illuminate the backyard. Flowers bloom and fall but they don't last long, they fall red all over the ground and fall into silence!
"Zuoye Pear Blossoms (with Wang Wei and Huangfu Ran Fu)" Tang Qiuwei
Cold and beautiful, all over the snow, the lingering fragrance suddenly enters the clothes. The spring breeze is uncertain, blowing towards the jade steps.