April in the world is full of flowers and flowers are falling. Are you as sad as the ancients for the passing of flowers? Spring among the four seasons of the year is like youth in life, beautiful and fleeting. Seeing falling flowers reminds me of fading youth and everything that fades away easily. How can we not be sentimental?
The ancients understood that flowers bloom and fall in their own way, and writing poems with flowers is the best way to think about them. Let us enter the world of the ancients and see what kind of sparks the falling flowers and the poet's pen create? Is there a poem about falling flowers that touches your heart?
"Spring Dawn"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes one know how many flowers have fallen. (A night of wind and rain caused countless flowers to fall. Do you feel a sense of cherishing the flowers in your heart?)
"I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Longbiao was far away and sent this message"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
p>When all the poplar flowers have fallen, Zigui cries, and I hear the dragon marking the way across the Five Streams.
I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow the wind to the west of the night. (In the season when poplars are flying, how can I not feel melancholy when I think of old friends thousands of miles apart?)
"Qujiang"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
A Flower Spring flies away, and people are worried when the wind blows.
Look at the eyes full of lust, don’t be afraid of getting too much wine into your lips.
The small hall on the river is nesting with emeralds, and the lace high tomb is filled with unicorns.
If you think about physics carefully, you must enjoy yourself. Why bother with a false name? (A piece of flower has fallen, and the feeling of spring has been reduced. There is no way to stay in the spring. No way, no way...)
"Untitled"
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.
When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting. (It is difficult to meet each other, not to mention the rush to meet and parting again. When parting, the falling flowers are flying, adding to the sadness of parting.)
"The Song of Cherishing Flowers"
Tang·Bao Junhui
p>There are flowers on the branches and people under the flowers, pitifully young in color.
Yesterday I saw the flowers blooming, but today I see the flowers about to fall.
It is better to have fun under these flowers and not wait for the spring breeze to blow away.
The orioles sing and the butterflies dance for a long time, and the scent of pine flowers is cooked in the red stove.
After putting on makeup, chanting and wandering around, I return the fragrant branches to the bridal chamber alone.
(You should enjoy the flowers when they bloom, just like you should enjoy the flowers when you are proud)
"Huanxi Sand"
Song Dynasty Yan Shu
< p>A new song and a glass of wine. Last year's weather old pavilion.When will the sun set?
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns.
The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone.
(There is nothing we can do about the fall of flowers, and there is nothing we can do about the passing of all the good things in the world.
What we can do is "if a flower blooms, it must be cut off. Don't wait until there are no flowers." "Breaking branches in the air".)
"Linjiang Immortal"
Song Dynasty Yan Jidao
After the dream, the tower is high and locked, and the curtain is low when drunk. Last year, spring regret came.
The fallen flower man is independent, and the little swift bird flies together.
I remember when we first met Xiao Ping, Luo Yi had a double heart. The pipa strings speak of lovesickness.
The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds.
(One spring, all the flowers have fallen, but the sweetheart who stood under the fallen flowers last year is nowhere to be seen. Spring is full of hatred, for the fallen flowers are for the sweetheart.)
"Butterfly Loves Flowers"< /p>
Ouyang Xiu of Song Dynasty
The courtyard is a little deep, with willows piled in smoke and numerous curtains.
The jade-carved saddle is in the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road.
It rains and the wind blows wildly at the end of March, the door is blocked at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.
With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.
(Why are things in life as impermanent as flowers blooming and falling?
Tearfully asking the flowers, the flowers are silent, and the flowers fall again.)
"Butterfly Loves Flowers"< /p>
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The flowers have faded and are red, green and apricots are small. When swallows fly, green water surrounds people.
There are few willow trees blowing on the branches. There is no grass anywhere in the world.
The swing inside the wall and the road outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful women smiling inside the wall.
The laughter gradually disappeared and became quieter. Passionate but annoyed by ruthlessness.
(Flowers fall and bear fruit. What you lose is what you gain. The passers-by outside the wall are worried about the beauty inside the wall. Why don’t you tell her? Tell her, and she will know.
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