1. Ancient poems about falling flowers
Ancient poems about falling flowers 1. Poems about falling flowers
Baitou Yin Li Bai
Dong The water does not flow back to the west, and the fallen flowers are ashamed of the old forest.
I heard that Wang Changling and Li Bai
The poplar flowers have fallen and Zigui cries, and I heard that the dragon marked the road crossing the five streams.
The Second Young Man’s Journey Li Bai
Wherever the fallen flowers are trampled, the laughing man is in Orchid’s wine shop.
Send someone to Zhang Mi
There is only the moon in the spring garden, which is like a falling flower for someone who has left.
Jiangnan meets Li Guinian Du Fu
It is the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan that meets you again when the flowers are falling.
Passing through the Yuan family's Lu Xin Mansion by Bai Juyi
The fallen flowers silently leave the trees, and the flowing water ruthlessly flows into the pond.
When spring comes, I often travel with Li Erguo outside Guo because I give him a long sentence. Bai Juyi
In the morning, the fallen flowers accompany them, and in the evening, they return with the flying birds.
Jingu Garden Du Mu
At dusk, the east wind sings and the birds complain, and the falling flowers are like people who have fallen from a building.
Egret Du Mu
Flying away in a startled way, reflecting the green mountains, a pear tree fell in the evening wind.
Chunxiao Meng Haoran
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
Titled Xinghua Temple Garden Pavilion, Jia Dao
The roses have fallen, the autumn wind has risen, and the pavilion is full of thorns. You know it.
Beishan Wang Anshi
Counting the fallen flowers in detail because of sitting for a long time, it is slow to find the fragrant grass and return home late.
Spring twilight by Cao Bin
No one cares about the fallen flowers outside the door, and the green shade slowly spreads all over the world.
Spring outing at Fengle Pavilion by Ouyang Xiu
Visitors, regardless of whether they are old or young, come and go in front of the pavilion and step on fallen flowers.
Lang Tao Sha Li Yu
Spring is gone as flowers fall on flowing water, heaven and earth.
Recalling Immortal Postures by Li Cunzhen
Like a dream, like a dream, the waning moon is full of falling flowers and smoke.
Gengluzi Wei Zhuang
The deep courtyard is closed, the small courtyard is empty, and the fallen flowers are fragrant and red.
Ballad of Returning to the Country Wei Zhuang
Spring is about to end, and the ground is covered with red flowers and rain.
Visit Kinmen Wei Village
The courtyard is full of fallen flowers, the spring is silent, and the heart-broken grass is green.
Good things are coming soon Li Qingzhao
The wind is setting and the flowers are falling deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain.
Snowy Plum Blossom by Liu Yong
Elegant and graceful, the flowers fall and the water flows from west to east.
Rui Partridge Ouyang Xiu
I was even more melancholy by the spring breeze, and the falling flowers were flying in the rain.
Like a Dream Ling Qin Guan
Where spring returns on the pond, there are falling flowers and catkins everywhere.
Linjiang Immortal Yan Jidao
The fallen flower man is independent, and Wei Yuyan flies together.
Poppy Ye Mengde
The fallen flowers have already danced in front of the wind, sending the dusk rain again.
Visiting Jinmen Zhu Shuzhen
The courtyard is full of flower curtains that are not rolled up, and the heart-broken grass is far away.
Spring Festival Gala Wang Ling
The remaining flowers in March are blooming more and more, and swallows are flying in from the small eaves every day.
Plum Blossom Wang Mian
No one can see the sound of Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.
Song of Burial of Flowers by Cao Xueqin
Hands hoeing flowers out of embroidered boudoir, endure to step on fallen flowers back and forth?
2. Poems about falling flowers
Falling flowers on flowing water are gone in spring, in heaven and on earth. ----Li Yu
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. ----Gong Zizhen
The peach blossoms are flowing away, and there is no other world than this world. ----Li Bai
Geese and ducks don't know the end of spring, so they try to follow the flowing water to take advantage of the peach blossoms. ----Chao Chongzhi
When spring comes, there are peach blossoms and water everywhere, and I don’t know where to find the source of immortality. ----Wang Wei
The falling flower man is independent, and Wei Yuyan flies together
The peach blossom falls, the idle pond pavilion, although the mountain alliance is still there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo.
Hands hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtain, endure to step on the fallen flowers to come and go
Helpless, the flowers fall away, it seems that the familiar swallows are coming back
I blame the east wind for blowing the falling flowers, boundless Spring comes to heaven and earth
The flowers still look like non-flowers, and no one cherishes them.
The spring scenery is divided into three parts, two parts are dust, and one part is running water. If you look closely, you can see that they are not poplar flowers, but the tears of separation.
Her icy skin and jade skin fly into the red clouds, her slender fingers and bright wrists make fun of herself. Drunk means that the spring flowers are all enchanting, and I don’t realize that the stool will fall over when I sit down.
Leaning on the railing, butterflies fly, and wandering into the forest frightens the birds. I don’t know that beauty can grow old in a blink of an eye, but I still say that the flowers are just right now.
Looking at the flying flowers, my sorrow is scattered among the smoke and water, who is leaning on the railing with me?
In the wind and rain building, I lean on the railing to watch the falling flowers, the red flowers fly through the remaining autumn, and listen to the wind and rain with a cup of clear tea; Sadness, a loving smile is the most ecstasy
Cherishing Flowers and Yin Bao Junhui
Flowers on the branches, people under the flowers, pitiful and youthful in color.
Yesterday I saw the flowers blooming, but today I see the flowers about to fall.
It’s better to enjoy the flowers and wait for the spring breeze to blow away.
The orioles sing and the butterflies dance for a long time, and the tea is boiled in the red stove and the scent of pine flowers is fragrant.
After putting on makeup, singing, and wandering around, I returned the fragrant branches to the bridal chamber alone.
Yuefu Miscellaneous Songs·Persuasion Songs·Fangshu Lu Zhaolin
The fragrant trees are full of wonders, and the years are here again.
The green branches form new branches, and the old branches are full of red flowers.
When the wind returns, the flower calendar is in chaos, and the days and shadows are uneven.
The appearance is falling from day to day, but I miss you and I don’t know.
Hengchui Song Ci·The plum blossoms have fallen and the trees are shining in the neighbourhood.
The flowers in Meiling have just begun to bloom, but the snow in Tianshan Mountain has not yet bloomed.
The snow is full of flowers, and the lace seems to be covered with snow.
The wind blows into the dance sleeves, and the powder goes to the dressing table.
The Xiongnu have traveled tens of thousands of miles, but spring never comes.
There are thousands of fallen flowers on the river
The river water is full of falling flowers, and the flowers flow eastward endlessly. You should meet the Huansha people and remember each other for the Taoist priest.
How deep is the courtyard?
Willows pile up with smoke
There are countless curtains
Jade carving saddles and smelting places
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The building is high and Zhangtai Road is missing
The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing in March evening
The door is covered at dusk
No plan to stay in spring
Asking the flowers with tears but not saying a word
The red flowers flew across the swing
The daughter of Luoyang cherishes the color and sighs when she sees the falling flowers.
The colors of the flowers will change this year, but who will be there next year when they bloom again?
When flowers fall and flowers bloom, it always depends on the emperor.
The peach blossoms are falling like red rain.
Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
Flower Burial Poems
When the flowers fade and the sky is filled with flowers, and the red color disappears and the fragrance disappears, who will pity you?
The soft hairspring ties the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtains.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of melancholy and unable to find relief.
Peel the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands, and bear to step on the fallen flowers back and forth?
Liu Siyuying has grown up, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei.
The peaches and plums will bloom again next year. Who will be in my boudoir next year?
In March, the fragrant nest was first built, and the swallows in the beams were too ruthless.
Although you can peck at the flowers next year, you won’t be able to leave an empty nest without leaving the beams.
Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword confront each other.
How long can the bright and fresh food last? It is difficult to find it once it is wandering.
Flowers are easy to see when they are in bloom but hard to find when they are gone. I worry about killing and burying the flowers in front of the steps.
Leaning alone on the flower, I shed my tears secretly, and sprinkled the empty branches with traces of blood.
The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door.
The green light shines on the wall as I fall asleep for the first time, while the cold rain hits the window and the quilt is not yet warm.
Strange things are doubly saddening, half pity for spring and half annoyance for spring:
Pity for spring comes and goes, anger and displeasure, and when it comes, it goes without saying anything.
There was a sad song outside the court last night. Do you know it is the soul of flowers and birds?
It’s hard to keep the soul of a flower and the soul of a bird. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed.
I would like to grow wings under my wings and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.
Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky?
It is not like a bag of tricks to collect beautiful bones, but a cup of pure land to cover up the wind.
It is better to come and go clean than to be trapped in filthy ditches.
If you die now, I will be buried. I wonder when I will be buried?
The person who buries flowers today laughs like crazy. Do you know who he will bury next year?
Just look at the spring flowers gradually falling, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age.
Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it!
Don’t be sad when I see you, and look at the winter plum blossoms that have not yet fallen.
I suddenly heard the neighbor girl’s sunny song, how close are the southern poets?
I want to send a few lines to inquire about you, but the falling flowers are like rain and there are many sorrows.
3. Poems about Falling Flowers
Falling Flowers The flowers on the branches are blooming, and the wind and rain will rush each other.
I would like to teach Qingdi to always be the master, and don’t send people to light green moss one after another. The sun is setting in the mighty and sorrowful day, and the whip is chanting to the east and pointing to the end of the world.
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. Miscellaneous Poems by Yi Hai > Gong Zizhen The flowers have faded and the flowers are flying all over the sky. Who can pity me when the red color disappears and the fragrance disappears?
"Ode to Burial Flowers" in Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions" Flowers drift by themselves and water flows by itself. One place is longing for lovesickness, two places are idle and sad. Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms" The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you can tell how many flowers have fallen.
"Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and you will see it again when the flowers are falling. Du Fu's "The Year of Li Gui in the South of the Yangtze River" The falling flowers and flying catkins have made people feel sad since ancient times.
Wen Tingshi's "Water Dragon Song" There are endless flowers on the tree, and the rain brings new beauty. Three hundred and sixty days is the time when the flowers fall. Chen Baochen's "Song of Falling Flowers in the Western Suburbs") The falling flowers follow the flowing water intentionally, but the flowing water has no intention of falling in love with the falling flowers.
4. Write some poems describing "falling flowers" ~
The flowers fall on the flowing water and the spring is over, in the heaven and on the earth.
--Li Yu is elegant and graceful, with falling flowers and flowing water flowing from west to east. - Liu Yong The fallen flowers are speechless and the trees are in vain. The flowing water flows into the pond without mercy.
--Bai Juyi The fallen flowers are brushed on the flower bed and smelled in the flowing water cave. - Li Yi Don't ask about the infinite spring sorrow, the falling flowers and flowing water are deep in the bridal chamber.
--Zhao Gu The fallen flowers followed the flowing water, and finally arrived at Zhuyu Bay. -Liu Changqing Huang Juan Qingqin always makes you tired, falling flowers and flowing water add sadness.
--Li Jiahu Poems become flowing water, dreams fall among flowers. --Qian Qi Beyond the fragrant grass in the distant mountains, the flowing water falls among the flowers.
--Sikong Shu. Falling flowers, flowing water, grass and clouds, look at it, heartbroken Nanpu. - Ouyang Xiu When you are drunk and you are looking for a happy day, who will be gentle when you sit down?
The falling flowers and running water are beyond comment. --Li Zhiyi The passengers on the Qiantang River return late, and the flowers fall and the water flows into the twilight of youth.
--Xiang Pian Don't ask about the flowing water and falling flowers, just wait for them to be taken. The sandy moon in the elm forest is quiet and the dust is beside you. --Wang Zhi The peach stream is close, but the fragrance is far away, and the flowers are falling and the water is flowing when I stare at it.
--Huang Shang Reminiscent of Gaoyang, after people dispersed. The falling flowers and running water are still the same.
--Wang Yu Returning drunk is like leaving a peach paradise, but seeing you off is like falling flowers and running water. --Huang Tingjian Flowers and flowers falling outside the door.
The sun is warm and the cuckoos are singing. - Xie Yi The love between falling flowers and flowing water.
Hate has no basis. Dreams never come true.
--Zhang Jixian There are few encounters in the evening rain and morning clouds, but many separations in falling flowers and running water. --Zhao Ding I am very happy.
As the water falls and the flowers fall, sorrow arises again. --Xiang Ziyi The jade tower is still dark with hanging poplars.
Downstairs, there are flowers and flowing water, and the sun sets. --Deng Su in singing.
Falling flowers and flowing water. People will travel thousands of miles tomorrow.
--Feng Shixing A flash of time, a bee and a butterfly in an instant, and the flowers and water are still in vain. --Shi Hao asked Yi who is going tonight.
My regret is that I missed Liu Lang. --Zhao Shan It's tasteless to be alone on the misty and rainy terrace at dawn.
Falling flowers and flowing water. --Chen Liang This feeling is so painful that I ask when we will see each other again.
-- Gao Guanguo. The flowing water and falling flowers lead the way. The portraits are traces of Tang Yin, and the sky is close to the tower. --Wei Liaoweng. I remember how many times I came here every year, and the flowers fell and the flowers fell.
--Chen Yizhuang The flowing water is crossed by falling flowers and fragrant grass. I’ll remember the time when I return next year.
--Chen Dewu Flowers fall in the flowing water, and the grass is fragrant in the setting sun. This hatred touches each other every year. --Zhou Duanchen The green grass is smoky, the flowers are falling, and the water is flowing. It's hard to stand still.
--Zhao Yifu The lingering fragrance of Suzhou powder follows the cold dream, and the falling flowers and flowing water are far away from the sky. --Tang Hui When you step out of the mountain, the world of mortals blows away, and the flowers fall and the water flows.
--Liu Chenweng The setting sun makes the flowers fall, the water flows, the purple sky blows, and the water turns into a forest. --Zhao Wen The sunset is full of fragrant grass, falling flowers and flowing water, but Nanpu is still the same.
--Zhan Yu Spring comes and spring goes. People are in the place where flowers and rivers fall.
--Lv Yan The flowing water breaks the bridge and the grass road is covered with light smoke and rain falling on the sky. -- Mou Rong There is no change for the benefit of new people, and the old city has fallen flowers and flowing water.
--Xiong Rudeng Lanpu is green and spring is approaching dusk, and the falling flowers and running water resent the music. - Li Qunyu Falling flowers and running water recognize the rooftop, half drunk and chanting alone.
--Gao Pian When a hundred years of running water are exhausted, everything will come to nothing. --Wei Zhuang The flowing water is familiar with the world, and the falling flowers and spring dreams are tired of the worldly toil.
--Tan Yongzhi The ancient rocks are paired with cold cypresses, and the flowing water follows them. --Xiu Mu The fallen flowers are only around the branches, and the flowing water has no time to return.
5. Poems about falling flowers
The falling flowers are independent, the swift swallows fly together in the flowing water, the falling flowers are gone. Spring is gone, the peach blossoms are falling in the sky and the world, and the leisure ponds and pavilions are still there. Although the mountain alliance is still there, it is difficult to write a brocade book. Trust.
Mo, mo, mo. Hands hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtain, and bear to step on the falling flowers. They come and go. There is no choice but the flowers fall, and it seems that the familiar swallows are coming back. I blame the east wind for blowing the falling flowers, and the boundless spring scenery comes to the world. The flowers still seem like non-flowers, and no one cherishes them.
The spring scenery is divided into three parts, two parts are dust, and one part is running water. If you look closely, you can see that they are not poplar flowers, but the tears of separation. Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist, midnight comes and dawn goes.
It didn’t take long to come like a spring dream, and it went away like a morning cloud with no place to look for. Falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless.
. There are endless flowers in the Ande tree. The rain brings new beauty. Three hundred and sixty days are the days when the flowers fall! The icy skin and jade skin fly into the red clouds, and the slender fingers and bright wrists laugh to themselves.
When you are drunk, the spring flowers are all enchanting, and before you know it, the stool will fall over. Leaning on the railing, butterflies fly, and birds wander into the forest.
I don’t know how beautiful beauty can grow old in a blink of an eye, but I still say that the flowers are just right now. The flying flowers are dancing in my eyes, and my worries are scattered among the smoke and water. Who is leaning on the railing with me?
In the wind and rain tower, I lean on the railing to watch the falling flowers, the red flowers fly through the remaining autumn, and listen to the wind and rain with a cup of clear tea; in the ecstasy dream, I drink wine to the moon frequently, how can hundreds of cups solve thousands of sorrows, and a loving smile is the most ecstasy. Endowed with residual chrysanthemums, Li Shimin. The orchids on the steps are condensed with dawn frost, and the chrysanthemums on the banks shine in the morning light.
The dew is thick and the night smile is strong, and the wind is strong and the fragrance is light. The thin leaves are withered and light green, and the round flowers are flying and yellow.
Still as beautiful as this year, we will be beautiful again after we get married. The snowy plum blossoms are fragrant, the scenery is desolate, and the dilapidated building stands alone in the clear sky.
Song Yu felt the sadness of autumn at that time. The lonely smoke in the fishing market is cold and green, and the remaining leaves in the water village are dancing in sad red.
The Chu sky is vast, the waves are soaked in the setting sun, and thousands of miles are melting. Linfeng.
When I think of beauty, I bid farewell to my sad face and calm my eyebrows. It's a pity that the rain and clouds were all over the place that year.
The elegant and graceful posture is harmonious, the falling flowers and flowing water suddenly appear from the west to the east. No hatred, no love, and all my share will be paid to Zhenghong.
Cherishing the Flowers by Bao Junhui There are flowers on the branches and people underneath them, pitiful and youthful in color. Yesterday I saw the flowers blooming, but today I see the flowers about to fall.
It’s better to enjoy the flowers and not wait for the spring breeze to blow away. The orioles sing and the butterflies dance for a long time, and the tea cooked in the red stove is fragrant with pine flowers.
After putting on makeup, singing, and wandering around, I returned the fragrant branches to the bridal chamber alone. Yuefu Miscellaneous Songs·Advocate Songs and Ci·Fangshu Lu Zhaolin Fangshuben is full of wonders, and the years are here again.
The green branches form new branches, and the old branches are full of red flowers. When the wind returns, the flower calendar is in chaos, and the days and shadows are uneven.
The appearance is falling from day to day, but I miss you and I don’t know. Hengchui Song Ci·The plum blossoms are falling and the trees are shining in the neighbourhood. The plum blossoms are beginning to bloom, but the snow has not yet bloomed in the Tianshan Mountains.
The snow is full of flowers, and the lace seems to be covered with snow. Because the wind blows into the dance sleeves, the powder goes to the dressing table.
The Xiongnu have traveled tens of thousands of miles, but spring never comes. There are thousands of fallen flowers on the river. Flowers are floating on the river, and the flowers are flowing eastward.
You should meet the Huansha people and remember each other for the Taoist priest. The courtyard is deep, a few willows pile, smoke curtains, countless jade carvings, saddles, and the building is high. Zhangtai Road is rainy and windy. The door is covered at dusk in March. There is no plan to stay in the spring. Tears are asked about the flowers. The flowers are silent and the red flowers fly by. When I go to Luoyang on the swing, my daughter cherishes the color, and sighs when she sees the falling flowers.
The colors of the flowers will change this year, but who will be there next year when they bloom again? When flowers fall and flowers bloom, they always rely on the emperor of the East. The peach blossoms are falling like red rain.
Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring. Brother Jin's: The magic sword flies in the shade of falling flowers, and the jade flute is played by the tide in the blue sea.
And mine: Go back, go back, red sunset flowers fly catkins, funeral poems, flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, red flowers disappear, who can pity me? The soft hairspring is tied to the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, and is filled with melancholy that cannot be relieved.
Peel the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands, and bear to step on the fallen flowers back and forth? Liu Siyuying has grown up since she was young, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei. The peaches and plums will bloom again next year. Who will be in my boudoir next year? In March, the fragrant nest was first built, and the swallows in the beams were too ruthless.
Although you can peck at the flowers next year, you won’t be able to leave an empty nest without leaving the beams. Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other.
How long can the bright and fresh food last? It is difficult to find it once it is wandering. Flowers are easy to see when they are in bloom but hard to find when they are gone. I worry about killing the person who buries the flowers in front of the steps.
Leaning alone on the flower, I shed my tears secretly, and sprinkled the empty branches with traces of blood. The cuckoo is speechless at dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door.
The green lamp shines on the wall as I fall asleep for the first time, while the cold rain hits the window and the quilt is not warm. Strangely, it is doubly saddening because of the underlying situation, half pity for spring and half anger for spring: I feel pity for spring and then go away, but I don't say anything when I leave.
Last night there was a sad song outside the court, do you know it is the soul of the flower or the soul of the bird? The soul of a flower is hard to retain as the soul of a bird. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed. May I grow wings under my wings and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.
Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky? It is not like a brocade bag to collect the beautiful bones, but a cup of pure soil to cover the romantic flow. It is better to come and go clean than to be trapped in filthy ditches.
If you die now, I will be buried. I wonder when I will be buried? People who are buried with flowers today are laughing like fools. Do you know who they are when they are buried next year? Just look at the spring flowers gradually falling, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age. Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it! Don't be sad when I see you. Let's see that the winter plum blossoms have not yet fallen.
I suddenly heard the neighbor girl’s sunny song, how close are the southern poets? I want to send a few lines to inquire about you, but the flowers are falling like rain, and there are many sorrows.
6. What are the poems about falling flowers?
The poems about falling flowers are:
1. The falling flowers are speechless, people are as dull as chrysanthemums, and the years of books are , it says readable. "Twenty-Four Poems" Year: Tang Author: Sikong Tu
2. There is no trace of falling flowers in the flowing water, only flying clouds. "Die Lian Hua·Xiao Xuan Shuang Yan Yu" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Qin Guan
3. When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, I climb up the stairs. "Jiang Chengzi·Xicheng Willows and Spring Softness" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Qin Guan
4. Looking for each other in the dream road, in the rain and falling flowers. "Linjiang Immortal: First Meeting in Front of Doucao Steps"
5. Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao The falling flower man is independent, and Wei Yuyan flies together. "Linjiang Immortal: High Locks on the Tower after Dream" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao
6. At this time, the calendula is straight and deep, and you can get drunk by seeing all the falling flowers. "Spring in the Jade House" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao
7. The mountains and rivers in the eyes are far away, and the falling flowers and wind and rain will hurt the spring even more. It is better to pity the people in front of you. "Huanxisha" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Shu
8. It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and you can see it again when the flowers are falling. "The Year of Li Gui in the South of the Yangtze River" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu
9. When the water falls and the flowers fall, spring passes, and the sky and the earth are gone. "Langtaosha·Gurgling Rain Outside the Curtain" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Yu
10. The spring clothes in the courtyard of falling flowers are thin. Flowers fall in the thin spring courtyard.
"The Bodhisattva Man·The Falling Flowers in the Leisure Courtyard and the Thin Spring Shirt" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
7. What are the ancient poems about falling flowers?
The forest flowers withered the spring red, too hastily! (Li Yu's "Crying in the Night")
When the flowers fall and the spring passes, it's heaven and earth! (Li Yu's "Lang Tao Sha")
The mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more. (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand")
Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the swallows returned, as if they had known each other before. (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand")
The flowers drift by themselves and the water flows by itself. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. (Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms")
Time is not reserved for young people. Hate Youyou, when will you rest? When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, I go upstairs. The spring river is full of tears, endless flow, and a lot of sorrow. (Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi")
The Year of Li Gui in the South of the Yangtze River Du Fu It is the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, and you will meet again when the flowers are falling. Passing through the Luxin Mansion of the Yuan family by Bai Juyi The fallen flowers silently leave the tree, and the flowing water flows ruthlessly into the pond.
Send someone to Zhang Bi. There is only the moon in the spring garden. It is like a falling flower shining on someone who has left.
Good things are coming Li Qingzhao The wind is still falling, the flowers are falling deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain.
Snowy Plum Blossom by Liu Yong, elegant and graceful, with falling flowers and flowing water from west to east. Rui Partridge by Ouyang Xiu is even more melancholy by the spring breeze, and the falling flowers are flying in the rain. Like a Dream Ling Qin Guan Where spring returns on the pond, there are falling flowers and catkins everywhere. Linjiang Immortal Yan Jidao The fallen flower man is independent, and the tiny swift swallows fly together. Poppy Ye Mengde The fallen flowers have danced in front of the wind and sent the evening rain.