Die Lian Hua·The red flowers have faded to red, the green apricots are small·Su Dongpo
The flowers have faded to red, green and apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water is surrounded by people. There are few willows blowing on the branches. There are no grasses anywhere in the world!
There are swings in the wall and roads outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, the beautiful lady inside the wall laughs. The laughter gradually disappears and becomes quieter, but the sentimental one is ruthlessly annoyed.
Xin Qiji - "Man Jiang Hong·Late Spring"
I live in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is the Qingming Festival.
In the flower path, there is a lot of wind and rain, and a lot of mess.
The red and pink darkness disappears with the flowing water, and the garden gradually feels clear and dense.
Counting the years, all the eryngium flowers have fallen away, and the cold is powerless.
The courtyard is quiet and empty. There is no explanation. I am very idle and sad.
I am afraid that the wandering orioles and swallows will hear the news.
No matter where I am now, there is still no trace of the green clouds.
I am embarrassed to teach people, but I am ashamed to go up to the upper floor, and it is flat and green.
In the late spring, I will return to my hometown in the thatched cottage. p>
I pity you under the window of Youzhu Mountain, and I will not change the clear shade until I return.
Late spring
Poet: Zhang Yi Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Sun The sun is pouring and the rain is falling, and there is nothing to see when I open the door.
Looking for the place where the flowers bloom, it is past the time when the catkins fly.
The paper is covered with silkworms, and the swallows are in danger of repairing their nests.
But it urges people to grow old, and it is shameful to write poems to send spring.
A Song for Burying Flowers
Who will pity the flowers when they fade and fly away, the sky is red and the fragrance is gone?
< p>The gossamer is soft and fine, and the catkins fall from the spring pavilion and lightly stick to the embroidered windowThe daughter in the boudoir cherishes the late spring and is full of melancholy and has no place to go
Hands hoe the flowers out of the embroidered window and endures the falling flowers. Go back
Willow silk and elm pods are from Fangfei, but peach blossoms and Li Fei
Who knows if peaches and plums will be reinvented next year
March Fragrance Nest The swallows among the first built beams are too ruthless
Next year, although the hair can be pecked, there will be no way for people to leave. The empty nest of the beam will fall
Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the frost, the sword, and the harshness. Forcing
How long can the bright and fresh beauty be wandering and hard to find?
It is easy to see the flowers blooming and difficult to find when they fall. The person who buries the flowers in front of the steps is sad
Hone the flowers alone. Dark tears sprinkled on the empty branches and blood marks were seen
The cuckoo was speechless and at dusk returned with a hoe to cover the heavy door
The green lantern shone on the wall and the man fell asleep for the first time, the cold rain knocked on the window and the clothes were not warm
< p>It’s strange that things are so sad, half pity for spring, half anger for springPity for spring, suddenly come and be annoyed, then go and then go without words
I heard the tragic song outside the pavilion last night It is the soul of flowers and the soul of birds
It is difficult to keep the soul of flowers and birds. Birds are speechless and flowers are ashamed
May I have wings and fly with flowers to the end of the world
Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky?
It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, but a piece of pure earth to cover the wind and flow
The essence is clean, and it will be clean when it goes, but it will be filthy and trapped in the ditch
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If you die today, you will be buried and I don’t know when you will be buried.
If you bury flowers today, people will laugh and laugh. I will bury them in the same year. I don’t know who they are
Try to watch the spring flowers gradually fall. It's the time when a beauty dies of old age
Once the spring is over, the beauty and old flowers fall and the person dies, and neither one knows