1, the outstanding composition of the fallen petal, fiddling with the broken piano, covered with ancient dust, without a trace of color. Looking forward to playing a sad glory, waiting for a tree that has not blossomed for a thousand years with a feeling as light as water, I don't know if it will mature after a flower.
The ancients recited a poem: flowers bloom all over the sky, and the fragrance disappears. Who has pity? Who can understand the beauty of fallen flowers? Falling flowers deliberately follow the running water, and the running water loves falling flowers mercilessly. Flowers fall like three thousand flowing waters, but it takes me a lifetime to understand.
Flowers fall without trace after the wind, and 3 thousand flowers wither. The wind always thought it blew the flowers off, and the running water always thought it was heartless and ashamed, but maybe the flowers had no regrets. Falling flowers deliberately follow the flowing water, and flowers follow the flowing water. I dreamed that the flowers were beautiful last night, and now only the flowers shed tears. The petals fell off the tree and danced. I want to know how many flowers have been broken, full of beautiful and brilliant flowers, full of unbearable fate.
Live beautifully like a flower and die quietly like a flower. A person's life is like a flower blooming and falling.
Thank you for leaving the flowers with a faint fragrance, for leaving the flowers with brilliant sunshine, for explaining the sadness in my heart with the fallen flowers, and for listening to the sad melody of the fallen flowers under the flowers to cover up my nameless sadness.
The ancient dust plucked strings to fly human feelings, but it also made flowers under the soul, heartbroken, and the flowers fell to know each other, but no one asked. The butterfly with broken wings has been lying under the yellowing flowers, struggling to fly, and the flowers fall one by one and slowly stack on the butterfly with broken wings. Once beautiful, buried under the flowers, slowly weathered into dust.
A flower is sad, a broken heart, listening to the sound of falling flowers, the rain is flying, the sadness is hovering, and the flower is crying. I want to cut off the world of mortals with a knife, but I am cut off by the world of mortals, leaving only a touch of nameless and gorgeous sadness that is hard to let go.
Time can't end without finding the beginning. Flowers can cycle in the branches, and dreams can cycle to interpret my sadness. I can't get rid of it. I watch the flowers bloom and fall with messy thoughts, and the chaotic thoughts are written into nameless sadness. Complete a beautiful article flying under fallen flowers and record the sadness of Yufei.
The ground is full of flowers and injuries, the ground is full of sorrow and burning, and the dust is extinguished. Stepping on sadness, flowers bloom and fall, and the flowers fall in silence, but the flowers fall in silence, the wind is calm, and the blood is dying, reflecting the soul under the flowers. The branches are bare, obviously all the flowers have fallen, and the flowers have failed, leaving only memories! Words are difficult to fill in, meaning is difficult to describe, writing mediocre words, depicting endless sadness turning pale, flowers bloom on the left bank and fall on the right bank, and flowers bloom on the other side. Flowers are not flowers, and fog is not fog. Look at the flowers in the fog, lose yourself, indulge in confusion, looming, just because the sadness in my heart blurs my vision, get lost on the edge of life, and sigh the vicissitudes of life!
Time flies like water, and it's gone forever. You can't stop to savor the details of life. Perhaps, the beautiful image of a certain period of time seems to have passed lightly like a meteor. It's just that I rarely notice it. That beautiful image left a faint fragrance, my memory was awakened, and the fallen flowers told me.
I want to be a happy partner and friend countless times. But after experiencing some unpleasant storms, I found that everything was just emptiness, happiness could not be erased, and sadness could not be waved away. The breeze brushed my cheek, full of spring, but my frustration seems to have lost its color. Trees are no longer green, the smell in the wind is no longer fresh, and even pear trees have lost their color.
Pushing open the rusty iron gate seems to be a scene of the past. It's just that there is a completely different scene between people. I toss and turn under the grape trellis, and I don't know where to go. Tears soaked my eyes full of sadness. I suddenly looked up and saw the pear trees in front of the window, falling one by one, like a pear rain. Pear flower falls is a fallen flower. The fallen flower seems to be telling me something, and it seems to have a unique charm to brush away the fallen flower that sticks to the body.
Yes, that's the way it is, and so is life. When the leaves are flourishing, you can hang on the branches, show your elegance, enjoy your proud years, or dance with the wind, or scatter your fragrance, and do your best to spread your youth. When they slowly sink into the soil, they already know that their glory has passed, but they still have another responsibility, dedication to others. Even if they are stuck in the mud in vain, they will not be separated from their proud journey and dedication, that is, to continue to nourish trees and roots and make them thrive.
Life is like a fallen flower, and a fallen flower is like a person. Maybe when you are young, you have infinite brilliance and brilliant life, enjoying the scenery and gorgeous colors along the way, and have an infinite beautiful life. However, when you really get to the end of autumn, the life you used to be proud of and praised will slowly slide down, but the departure of one thing means the germination of another, the end of one responsibility and the beginning of another. Maybe you have lost something, but there is something worthy of your dedication and piety.
The fallen petal told me a lot, and let me know how to look at things with another thought, feel the awakening of another world, and touch another life thinking. Falling flowers have given me infinite life sentiment and endless warmth.
Fallen flower, thank you for telling me all your feelings about life, all your thoughts about life, everything. ...
My family runs a fruit shop, and the business is very good, but only my father, mother, uncle and a coolie are opening the shop.
Clouds cover the sky layer by layer, like a demon, covering the sky and the earth. It seems that it will rain heavily.
Sweat dripped from my head and soaked me. I can't help but have a bad feeling. I waited for a while, half an hour, 1 hour, and my mother hasn't come yet. There are no classmates around, only I am still waiting around.
A little cold wind hit my face and made me tremble. I reluctantly took out fifty cents and made a phone call. Because my mother didn't pick me up, I had to call my father.
"Dad, I don't know why. Mom hasn't come yet. I am so cold! " I have a mobile phone in one hand and one hand in my pocket, and my teeth are shaking all the time.
"What? Your mother hasn't come yet? Wait a minute! I'll pick you up. Remember, if you can't wait, you must wait. Never walk home by yourself. It's going to rain heavily, you'll catch a cold! " Say that finish, then hangs up the phone.
It's raining gradually, but my father hasn't come to pick me up yet. 1 min, 10 min, 20 min. My head shook, and the hot air from my mouth kept my hands warm. It is raining harder and harder. Finally, a familiar car shadow gradually came to me. Ah! If it isn't dad! I rubbed my eyes for fear that it was my illusion.
The car is getting closer and closer to me, and a warm eye is facing me. He was wearing a raincoat, and his eyes looked particularly tired, but so gentle.
Layers of dust stained the face, and there were a few drops of rain as big as beans. Although the rain hat covers my father's hair, I can clearly see how messy it is.
Dad's car stopped beside me, got off, took out a raincoat from the car and handed it to me. It's already raining heavily. I put on my raincoat and took shelter from the rain under the bus.
I found my father so hard for the first time. Although my father didn't say anything, I clearly knew that my father was very busy and came to pick me up regardless. I also find my busy father so tall.
It is raining harder and harder. Although it is raining heavily, there is a big flower in the rain, and that is dad. I feel extremely warm in my father's love.
I haven't come for a long time. This place has many childhood memories. ...
In the morning, I walked out of the mountain road with crystal dew. Dark dirt and dew have changed the color of my shoes, but this can't ruin my good mood at all. Looking into the distance, the hill I dreamed of was also real and illusory under the mist. The towering mountain peak in the distance seems to be an island floating in the clouds. The lake at the foot of the mountain is divided by clouds, just like a girl with a veil, and her smile is looming under the veil.
As I approached, the sun rose gradually, which lifted the veil over this mountain for me. Her voice and smile were finally understood by me. Looking around, I came across several elegant bamboo buildings here. The lake has been trimmed all around. A closer look seems to have lost the clarity and purity of the past. Grandma said that the foot of this mountain, including half of the mountain, has been rented out to develop tourism, and the business is still very good, especially in the bayberry season.
How many years? Five years? Ten years?
Maybe longer?
I can't remember a lot of things, except that the mountain is divided into three parts: one is to grow bamboo, the other is to grow tea, and the other is to grow bayberry. At that time, I often stayed at my grandmother's house and followed her up and down the mountain with several cousins. Grandma picks tea, and we pick clusters of red on the mountain to eat; Grandma digs bamboo shoots, and we play with mud to squeeze clay figurines; Grandma picked bayberry, so we climbed up the tree to eat bayberry until our teeth turned purple and black, and we frowned sourly. Tired and tired, we put our feet in the Qingxi ditch to wash, watching the water flow between our feet and listening to the water rush forward.
Then ...
But what about now? What about the reed flower at the foot of the mountain? Where are the reeds that can dance openly when there is wind? What about the stream at the foot of the mountain? What about the stream flowing down from the mountain? I expected something would change, so I deliberately searched my mind for sweet memories, hoping to heal the pain it brought, but this hypocritical coat was ruthlessly taken off.
No, since the reality is cruel, I choose the past. Now that I have lost the future, I look back on the past. Maybe it's cowardice, maybe it's inferiority complex, so let me indulge once!
I am wearing a pure white cotton skirt woven by my grandmother and a straw hat, shuttling through the reeds, listening to the stream flowing by me, looking up at the sky, very blue and pure, really able to: humble look at the flowers in front of the court; I have no intention of staying or staying, I am looking at the clouds in the sky!
In spring, flowers in the park are in full bloom, bright and beautiful! However, as time goes by, in a blink of an eye, spring will leave, flowers are not as popular as before, their colors are not as bright as before, and people no longer pay attention to them like that. If you were a dying flower, what would you do? The first way, you will be very self-destructive. When you make this flower, you will constantly complain about the trunk and that you still have time. You complain why the trunk doesn't absorb more water and nutrients from the ground and make the branches stronger, so maybe you will wither in the future. At the same time, you also blame yourself for being so disappointing that you won't absorb more nutrients, make your petals more colorful, make you more eye-catching, and wither later. You will also scold the old man of time, why he arranges so little time in spring, why he makes a day only 24 hours, and why time never goes back. When you finish complaining, you will find that you died much earlier than other companions. Why? Because you are so desperate! The tragedy continues. When you fall to the ground, you will complain that the soil has stained your clothes. When the cleaner sweeps away the dirt, your life is over. This time life is meaningless. The second choice is: you cherish the last time in your life.
When you hear someone abusing you, you will think: Yes, I am not beautiful. People are right. They reminded me that time passed quickly and I would never get carried away. At the end of my life, although I can't go back to the past, I won't give up on myself. I will recall the happiness when I am with my brothers and sisters at the end of my life, and let this happiness last forever. When I was blown to the ground by the wind, I didn't complain about the ruthlessness of the wind, because I knew there was a poem of the ancients, "Falling flowers are not ruthlessness, but turn into spring mud to better protect them." I know that when I turn into spring mud, the flowers will bloom more brilliantly next year. Thinking of this, I can't help but be happy: how meaningful my life is! Not only feast your eyes, but also contribute to next year's flowers. The same situation, two completely different results, what is it because of? Just because two people have two completely different attitudes. In life, if you succeed, there will always be failures. As long as you don't give up on yourself like the second person, you will always succeed again!
The first time I saw a dream of red mansions completely, I didn't expect a prosperous dream to make me cry at the age of 17.
Lin Daiyu is undoubtedly the most beautiful flower among the wonderful flowers in the Red Chamber, but God has endowed her with a sensitive and dexterous heart, which makes her sigh about life in the bustling dreams of the world. How many people remember her "little tears, little breath", and how many people envy her for "stealing a pear core and getting a plum blossom soul." Behind her loneliness, how many people can feel the drift and loneliness of her life. I can't forget the song "Funeral Speech". "People who bury flowers today are stupid. Who did he know when he was buried? " Tears * * * autumn rain, dripping into the morning. In the autumn of England, she choked to see all the flowers fall and hid the pure land in the wind. Who is to blame for missing the flowering period? I can only blame the original oath for being perfect. Now I just want to look a little haggard at the corner of my eye and let that person see it. Like a flower, the eyebrows are full of melancholy, like thick ink, desolate. Baoyu, he can never escape the clutches of fate.
He and Baochai had a "golden marriage"-his psychic Baoyu said "never lose or forget" and her wreath necklace said "never leave". Nothing can't move me. But I still don't understand why I should give him a "beautiful garden" since I promised to "never forget what I lost" and "never leave" The poor man called her gently, raising an eyebrow, raising an eyebrow, and the sound lingered, and the Iraqis had gone. I often wonder if she saw through the ending before she died. Then why is the desolation in front of her eyes as heartbreaking as her sentence "I don't know how to go to the empty nest"? Everyone's elaborate scam made his heart rain, and the death of Daiyu was even more distressing.
Of course, Bao Dai is not the only victim of the scam in the Red Chamber. Xue Baochai, dignified, steady, gentle and generous, became Baoyu's wife with the help of Grandmother Jia and others. But how can you expect Baoyu to forget Daiyu, who is willing to be a person and repay her kindness with tears in order to repay the waiter in Shen Ying? As a result, Baoyu became a monk soon after his marriage, and Xue Baochai had to live alone in an empty boudoir and hold a grudge for life. I really hope that one day I can dream of Daiyu, and I also hope that when I dream of her burying flowers, I will meditate alone, "Where is Xiangshan?" I can't forget the sentence "Hello, Baoyu" she left before she died. What about Baoyu, even if it is "I will never forget the lonely forest"? The sunset is beautiful, so beautiful that people feel happy, happy, ecstatic and heartbroken. The hibiscus in the yard is in full bloom, and there are tears everywhere, full of brilliance.
Excellent composition 7 the firefly that monopolizes the moon illuminates a loneliness, pursues you and says you love me. Flowers bloom and fall, and reincarnation is fruitless. The snow on the moss told me that you never came back. -inscription
Our pace is faster and faster, and we want more and more things. Some precious things, like sand in our hands, can never come back. Eason Chan sang this song: "I have been drinking with you all night, so why can't an old friend become an old friend?" The "Fudan poisoning case" that stung the whole society was that many people questioned whether quality education in colleges and universities was lighter than academic research, but more people lamented that Ben was the same age as Hua and was a close classmate and roommate. For what kind of hatred, only one person must die? Many people in the network forwarded: "After 20 years, if you and I are no longer equal in social status, do you still treat me as a brother?" Weibo or something. Such slightly idealized feelings can still make people cry. Is there a reason why modern people lack emotion? This is unknown. We are all eager to have one or two close friends. No more words are needed. A glance is enough. We've been looking for it all our lives. Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi formed a much-told story because of their heart-to-heart relationship. After his death, Boya broke the piano and never played it again. "I haven't laughed since you died." I still remember that I once had a bosom friend who knew everything and said nothing. But time is too stingy, and our innocence and persistence are torn to pieces by time. We finally walked farther and farther and met like passers-by. Who said I won't wait for you? Just lost time can't be used as evidence. Our hearts become invulnerable, invulnerable, and we are afraid only because of fear and desire. "Hui Ji will be hurt and her feelings will not last long." Is emotion a luxury? Or has it become useless? I only saw a lot of people passing by without even looking. Will it be sad? I still remember the highly respected sentence: "I will have as many friends as I am worth." Disappointed? Do you feel cheated and fooled? I only see the shadow of sincere friendship fading. Will he disappear? Is it crying? Some lotus flowers don't stick to mud. It is precisely because there is too much turbidity that the pure ones are particularly precious and worth cherishing. Drunk DJ's high-pitched singing drowned out the gentle and elegant pipa sound, and countless red water drops fell on the ground. Some feelings, such as falling flowers with the wind, end up between lips and teeth, drown in the years and disappear without a trace.
The excellent composition 8 of fallen flowers is common in Qi Wang's house, but it has been heard several times before Cui Tangjiu.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
The poet came to the south of the Yangtze River, but he has mercilessly appreciated the beauty of the heyday of the south of the Yangtze River. Everything in front of me becomes lonely. The Anshi Rebellion seems to have happened overnight, and it seems so long and helpless. In troubled times, the poet drifted with the tide and was helpless. In the war-torn years, poets drifted with the tide, and the prosperous Tang Dynasty of the past is gone forever. On the edge of the small arch bridge, the poet heard the beautiful piano sound, which was so familiar. In the poet's mind, there is nothing but three powerful words: Li Guinian. No, it must not be! Li Guinian, who once flourished, is now a weather-beaten old man? But this piano sound ... The poet went up and asked three words when he was free: "Li Guinian?"
The old man's eyes were full of tears: "Yes!" The poet's heart was shocked: at that time, Li Guinian's performances were often seen in the home of Qi Wang; In front of Cui Tangjiu, I have also enjoyed Li Guinian's performance many times; In front of Cui, I have also appreciated the art many times. However, times are changing day by day. At this time, the beautiful late spring in the falling flower season met Li Guinian, which was famous all over the world at that time. The Year of the Tortoise has been aging and declining, and the social ills are chaotic, so that the Year of the Tortoise has to make a living by busking. The poet can't help feeling deeply.
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The poet Du Fu's forceful poems all express Du Fu's ardent patriotic feelings. In fact, Du Fu's life is "ups and downs", but no matter what the situation, Du Fu can express his feelings and express his feelings with poems.
With the changes of the times, I don't know whether the times changed the poetic style or whether the poetic style replaced the times. Under different backgrounds and circumstances, what we see is a brand-new Du Fu, who has been with poetry all his life, inherited the soul of China's poetry and resolutely moved forward. In The Soul of Poetry, we can see Du Fu explaining himself in a different poetic style. However, I can't tie the fate of wandering, and I can't stop the heart of my post.
After all, Du Fu wants to bid farewell to the south of the Yangtze River when he falls to England. In the dream of Jiangnan in the falling flower season, we vaguely remember the oncoming poet, Du Fu.