Poems describing or mentioning fallen flowers.

Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. Falling in love is not heartless ~ ~ ~. Asking for flowers all day, not talking. Who is it for? I'm afraid the Spring Festival will bloom ahead of schedule, not to mention countless failures. The flowers in the forest were swept away, but the grass was still alive. The mouth of a stream is silent, without a trace. They open and fall. There are no flowers on the grass, and birds crow all the way to the spring mountain. The wind is uncertain, people calm down first, and the sunset should be full tomorrow. Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, and the catkin pond has a faint wind. Light rain is looking forward to spring, and falling flowers are near dusk. The running water is gone, the spring is gone, heaven and earth! The situation is that youth will be dusk and peach blossoms will fall in red rain.