Yongmei Lu You
There is a broken bridge outside the post, and there is no owner to open it. The twilight came, the plum blossoms helpless, already tired, but also suffered by the wind and rain.
I don't mean to struggle for spring, but everyone is jealous. Even after the fall, be ground into the earth, and into dust again, the plum flowers are still as usual out of the fragrance of continuously.
operator Yongmei Liu Kezhuang
Butterflies are light, with little scarlet. If heaven does not love flowers, why do they design so skillfully?
at dawn, there are many trees, but at dusk, there are few branches. If they say that god loves flowers, why do they destroy them with wind and rain?
Chen Shubao, yushu backyard flower
Li Yu Fang Lin is on the shelf, and the new clothes are gorgeous and beautiful. Ying Hu couldn't get in at first, but greeted him with a smile.
The demon Ji's face is like a flower with dew, and the Yushu stream shines in the backyard. Flowers bloom and fall for a short time, and the ground is silent!
"Zuo Ye Li Hua (with Wang Wei and Huang Fu Ran)" Tang Qiu was
cold and gorgeous, bullying the snow, and the remaining fragrance suddenly entered the clothes. Spring breeze, please continue to move its petals, hope that this beautiful flowers can fall on the jade steps in the palace basilica. 2. I would like to ask the great gods
many sources ~ mainly a couplet used for signature: the first part: flowers bloom and flowers wither, and the second part: the origin is full of fate.
It comes from a signature: Flowers bloom and flowers fall into emptiness, and the fate gathers and ends with the scattered fate. Let the peach blossom be drizzled, and I don't want the wind to come in the cold night, and the flowers will fall red in the dust, and the silent night will cross the burial of Hua Zhong, and the fragrance will overflow in a leisurely stroll. Repeated worries will wet my eyes, and the wind will move and the sky will play tricks on me. There is such a couplet in "Small Window": don't be surprised by humiliation, just watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; Whether to stay or not is unintentional, and the clouds are rolling with the sky.
The meaning of this sentence is that when people do things, they can treat humiliation as common as flowers bloom and fall, and they can be calm. Depending on whether the position is going to stay or not, it can be unintentional. Flowers bloom and fall is the most common phenomenon in nature.
Life is like flowers blooming and falling. If there is brilliance when flowers bloom, there will be misery when flowers fall, and no one can jump over one of the processes. Cao Xueqin's work "A Dream of Red Mansions" contains-"Burying Flowers". Flowers are flying all over the sky, but who has pity when the fragrance disappears? The hairspring is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling floc lightly touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir is so sad that she has nowhere to complain. Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtain with your hands, and endure the falling flowers again and again? Willows and elm pods come from wheatgrass, regardless of peach floating with Li Fei.
peaches and plums will be released again next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and the swallow between the beams is too heartless! Although flowers and hair can be pecked next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest. Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind and the sword are pressing hard.
how long will it last? Once adrift, it is hard to find. Bloom is easy to see but hard to find, and smothers the flower-burying people in front of the steps.
Only stick the incense hoe to shed tears in the dark, and see blood stains on the upper branches. The cuckoo is speechless at dusk, and the lotus hoe returns to cover the heavy door.
The blue light shines on the wall, and people fall asleep at first, but thewindow is not warmed. Blaming slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half for pity and half for annoyance.
pity for spring suddenly turns to annoyance and turns to silence. Sad songs were sent out outside the court last night, knowing that it was the soul of flowers and birds.
the soul of a flower bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words. May the slave bear wings and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.
at the end of the day, where is the fragrant hill? If you don't have a trick, you will hide the wind. It is better to be clean and clean than to be trapped in a ditch.
I've been buried as a dead slave today. I don't know when the slave will die. The slave who buries flowers today laughs, but who does he know when he buries slaves? Let's see that the residual flowers in spring are gradually falling, which is when the beauty dies of old age. No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened! -----------Twenty-seven times, the colorful butterflies in the Cuiting Yangfei Opera were buried in the fragrant graves, and the swallows were weeping and dying. So in modern times, many people used flowers to express their frustration in love ~ ~. 3. What's the poem describing "When all flowers wither, plum blossoms bloom"? < P > What's the poem describing "When all flowers wither, plum blossoms bloom"? I'm sorry, I'm just ignorant.
I don't know. But I went online to find some poems about plum blossoms, hoping to help you.
I am wearing this body in the forest of ice and snow. All of a sudden, the fragrance was fragrant overnight, and it was scattered as a dry spring in Wan Li.
Seven newly planted plums are planted by the pool, and they want to check them when they are in bloom. Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you.
huafa loves to see plums when she is looking for spring. Fengcheng Nanmo remembers his years, and it is difficult to come with the post.
the painter doesn't make powder and fat noodles, but he is afraid that others will think me straight. When we meet, we don't know each other. Xia Fu has never cut a jade person.
you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!. Leaning against the window tomorrow, opening its first cold blossom?? Plum blossoms break before, and plum blossoms are more after.
I don't know the meaning of spring is good, so what do you want to worry about? The snow trees are the same color, and the river wind is also self-contained. The hometown is invisible, and the witch is gloomy and craggy.
every year, the fragrant letter bears the red plum, and the riverside hangs down and wants to open. Take good care of your feelings, and send spring directly to the roots.
There are several plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone. It is not enough snow to know from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance.
in March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were as green as water. No one saw the Qiang tube, and countless plum blossoms fell on the wild bridge.
It's difficult to count the calyx when it contains snow. There is a rhyme in the fragrance, and it is extremely cold.
Flute and listening anxiety, oblique skills depend on the disease. Against the wind, like a solution, it is easy to destroy.
The trees near my home in Xiyan Lake are blossoming with light ink marks. Don't be boasted of good colors, just leave the air full of dry Kun.
early plum blossoms and tall trees reflect Chu Tianbi. The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white.
if you want to give it to Wan Li, it's separated by mountains and rivers. See the cold winter is about to wither away, what to comfort the distant friends miss?
it's a little messy. I hope you don't mind. 4. Sad Poems about Everything Withering in Winter
Sad Poems about Everything Withering in Winter
Jiang Xue (Tang) Liu Zongyuan
a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint. A boat on the river, a fisherman in his bagworm moths; Fishing alone, not afraid of snow and ice attack.
It means that the surrounding mountains are rolling and empty, and there are no birds singing and traces. All the paths that shuttle inside and outside the mountains are empty, and only on the wide and calm river, an old fisherman wearing hemp fiber and hat is sitting alone in a lonely boat fishing.
Jiang Xue is a five-character landscape poem written by Liu Zongyuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. It describes a frozen river with no pedestrians and birds, and only an old man is alone and fishing silently. This is a picture of the snow scene in Jiangxiang. The mountain is snow, and the road is white. Birds disappear, people disappear. The distant scenery is boundless, and your scenery is lonely and cold. The artistic conception is secluded and the mood is lonely. The fisherman's image is exquisitely carved, clear and complete. Poetry adopts the rhyme, which promotes the taste forever and is strong and powerful. Poets of all ages have always spoken with each other. Through the ages, Dan Qing's wonderful hands have also been scrambling to draw many moving snow scenes on the river.
Meng Jiao
It's cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.
there is no crack in thick ice, and there is cold light in short days.
striking a stone can't catch fire, and the strong yin is robbing the yang.
I don't know what to say when I'm bitter, but I'm frozen into this chapter.
The artistic conception expressed in this poem is: Meng Jiao lived in poverty all his life, and his poems were full of cries of hunger and cold, and he poured out his grievances. His masterpiece "Bitter and Cold Songs" can be regarded as a sad portrayal of the poet's life.
Author's introduction: This poem was written by Meng Jiao, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. Meng Jiao, the word Dongye. Wu Kang, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang). In his early years, he was poor, and he traveled to two lakes and Guangxi, but he didn't meet each other and tried again and again. At the age of 46, he began to be a scholar, and at the age of 5, he was a Liyang lieutenant. At the beginning of Yuan Hechu, he was engaged in land and water transportation in Henan Province, tried Xielvlang and settled in Luoyang. In the ninth year of Yuanhe, he died of illness in Gan Township (now Lingbao, Henan Province). Zhang Ji privately married Mr. Zhen Yao. Meng Jiao specializes in writing ancient poems, and there are more than 5 existing poems, most of which are short stories and five ancient poems.