[Song] Song Qi
Falling elements turn red and hurt each other, while brothel misty rain endures and forgets each other.
I can fly and dance in the air, and I have turned into half makeup.
Haike returns the pearl with tears, while Zhangtai people leave their bones fragrant.
Maybe I didn't mean to pass on two butterflies, so I paid my heart and honey room.
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The sky is full of fallen flowers, with their own sadness. In the misty brothel, I can't help thinking of my old friend. How can I forget them?
The flowers in the air seem to fall with the songs sung by beautiful women, just like a beautiful woman with half makeup, delicate and touching.
I, a wanderer, can't help feeling the same way when I see the scene of falling flowers, and I burst into tears. This kind of mood is as empty and lonely as the departure of busy street tourists. Only the fragrance of fallen flowers is still floating in the air, attracting two beautiful butterflies and turning their love into sweet honey.
It is a new sentence to watch flowers fall in front of the ship in the wind and rain.
[Tang]? Du Fu
On the river, people's peach branches shed their hedges in the cold spring rain. Shadows are seduced by clear water,
The wind envies the safflower but blows back. Blowing flowers and sleeping beside the boat, water, light and wind are afraid.
Red hate thin cover in my arms, but I regret that I don't pick it up. Wet for a long time, flying late for a long time,
Worried that sand has nothing to do with grass. Bees and butterflies are affectionate, but dragonflies avoid all the troubles.
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There are people living by the water on the river bank, and peach branches stick out of the hedge in the cold spring rain. The shadow reflected in the clear water seems to be tempted by the tip of the water, but the jealous spring breeze of safflower keeps blowing back. The fallen flowers in front of the boat are lazy and powerless, but the clear water and the spring breeze dare not deceive each other. It seems that it hates thin covers on weekdays, so it refuses to see anyone for Jane's sake.
Slowly falling wet flowers, flying low, are thinner than a hair on the sand and grass. Bees and butterflies, who love flowers and fragrance, suddenly feel strange. Dragonflies, who steal a look, fly away in a hurry when they meet shrike.
3. The fallen flowers are closed, and the Bodhisattva male spring shirt is thin.
[Song]? Su Shi
The spring shirts in the garden are very thin. Thin unlined upper garment spring courtyard idle flowers fall. I hate yiyi's later days. Yiyi hates being late. Dream back to the warbler's tongue Put the tongue warbler back in her dream. E-mail is embarrassing. Shy about asking questions and posting.
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When the flowers fell, a young woman in an empty yard was dressed very thinly. Young woman in thin clothes, looking at the fallen flowers in the yard. After a few days, sadness looms in my heart, and the sadness of attachment is delayed day by day.
When I woke up in my dream, I only heard an oriole singing, and the singing oriole was too tired to sleep. When the person with the letter asked by the way, the young woman bowed her head shyly, and the shy young woman asked someone to bring a reply by the way.
4, falling flowers
[Song] Zhu
The bright flowers wrapped around the trunk are in full bloom, but the wind and rain are jealous of the beauty of the flowers and always want to urge them to wither.
I really want the God of Guan Chun to live longer, instead of letting those delicate and lovely flowers fall on the green moss.
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Gorgeous flowers are in full bloom, but wind and rain are jealous of their beauty and want to urge them to wither all the time. I really want the god in charge of spring to be the master for a long time, so as not to let the delicate and lovely flowers fall on the moss.
5. It's like a dream to meet each other late.
[Qing]? Nalanxingde
Falling flowers like a dream,
Musk deer smoke slightly,
It's sunset diving downstairs again.
Trouble is infinite,
Lose weight,
Who knows?
Play with the parrot at leisure and teach it to recite my lover's poems to me.
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Falling flowers like smoke like a dream, sad and confused; Red sunset, small building west, indoor musk orchid fragrance. Infinite sadness makes the young lady in the boudoir look haggard, but no one knows her sadness. I'm fine. Doby parrot, teach it to recite the poem my lover gave me.
6, butterfly lovers, read the end of the world, the pain of parting
Wang Guowei
After reading all the bitterness of leaving this world, there are still so many scattered flowers that do not return. Flowers have nothing to say, and the green window is spring. (All Left: All Mu)
I will tell you under the acacia lamp that I have new love and old hatred for Qian Qian. Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.
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Travel all over the world and see all the human feelings. Unexpectedly, when I returned to my hometown, my old friend had fallen like a flower. Recalling the parting with her at that time, I was relatively speechless, leaving only sadness and parting thoughts. Now, only the green window remains, but it is not the scenery at that time.
I want to tell acacia in detail under this firefly lamp. The new man is like jade, but to whom is the old man helpless? If I had known that all the good things in this world were not long-lasting, it would have been difficult to last. If the mirror is empty, where can I shine? Just like falling flowers, only empty branches make me lonely.
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The ancients were sad when they saw the fallen flowers, mostly because they felt the same way. Remembering themselves from the fallen flowers reflects their short-lived sadness about the world.
Don Lu Guimeng's Cherish Flowers: "Life is a hundred years old, and bloom is the only spring. In the meantime, the wind and rain came and turned to dust overnight. If you make flowers solve your worries, you will worry about people who look at flowers. " The poet is worried about peanuts only for his own future. Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers" in the Song Dynasty: "Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing." It is also this sad mood.