The running water is gone, the spring is gone, heaven and earth! (Li Yong's "Langtaosha")
Mountains and rivers are far away, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more. (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha")
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha")
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. (Li Qingzhao's "A Prune")
Youth is not for teenagers. I hate you. When will you stop? As soon as the flying catkins fell, they went upstairs. Being by the river, I can't stop crying and have a lot on my mind. (Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi")
Du Fu's On Meeting Li Guinian and Going Down to the South of the Yangtze River is a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. Bai Juyi passed Yuan Jia's letter room, and all he said was empty talk, and running water poured into the pool mercilessly.
It's only in the spring to send someone to Zhang Bi, and it's still one thing to leave someone to take pictures.
The good news is that Li Qingzhao's wind will set the flowers deep, and there is a red pile of snow outside the curtain.
Xue Mei Xiang Liu Yong's elegant posture and graceful posture complement each other, and the water flows from west to east. Rui partridge Ouyang Xiu was even more disappointed with the spring breeze, falling out of the flowers and dancing in the rain. Like a dream, Qin Guanchi is full of fallen birds. Linjiang Xianyan Dao Ji is independent, and swift flies together. Ye Mengde, a corn poppy, has danced amorous feelings and sent yellow rain.
2. The fallen petal poem praises Li Bai.
It's a pity that the east flow doesn't make the west return to the water and go out of the forest.
Wang wenbai
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams.
Juvenile Delinquency Act II Li Bai
Falling flowers swim, laughing at Huji wine shop.
Sender Zhang Bi.
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
Du Fu's "Meeting Li Guinian and Going Down the River"
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
Guo yuan LV Jia Xin Zhai Bai Juyi
The fallen flowers leave the tree silently, and the running water enters the pool mercilessly.
Because of Bai Juyi's long sentence, Chunlai often travels with Li Erke Guo Wei.
The fallen flowers bloom in the morning and return with the birds at dusk.
Jingu Duyuanmu
The birds groaned, and night came with the sound of the east wind; Falling flowers are as beautiful as green beads falling from upstairs.
Du Mu, an egret
The blue mountains are reflected in the distance, and the night breeze in pear flower falls is a tree.
Xiao Chunmeng Haoran
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Topic Xinghua Temple Pavilion Jia Dao
Bai Yutang autumn wind, thorns all over the pavilion, you know.
Beishan Wang Anshi
Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.
Cao Xi in the spring dusk
In the late spring, no one has asked about the fallen flowers on the road, only the shade is boundless and boundless.
Fengle Pavilion Youchun Ouyang Xiu
Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.
Li Yu Langtaosha
Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Gigi Lai Village, Yixian County
Dream like a dream, the waning moon fades away.
More missed Weizhuang.
The deep courtyard is closed, the small courtyard is empty, and the flowers are fragrant red.
Back to Wei Zhuang.
Spring is dying, and flowers fall all over the floor with the rain.
Qiao Jinmen weizhuang
The courtyard is full of flowers and spring, and the grass is green.
Good things are close to Li Qingzhao
The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain.
Xue Mei Liu Xiangyong
Elegant and graceful, full of body, water flows in the west and water flows in the east.
Rui partridge Ouyang xiu
The spring breeze is even more melancholy, and the fallen flowers are flying in the rain.
Dream of Qin Guan
The place where spring returns to the pool is full of fallen flowers.
Linjiang county Yan Dao Ji
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
The young mermaid Ye Mengde.
The fallen flowers have danced before the style, and the yellow rain has been sent.
Qiao Jinmen Zhu Shu Zhen
The flower curtain in the courtyard is not rolled, and the grass is far away.
Wang Ling in the Spring Festival Evening
In March, the residual flowers bloom even more, and the small eaves swallow day by day.
Wang Meihua cotton
No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.
Burying flowers and singing Cao Xueqin
Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again?
I want to know how many flowers are broken and birds are singing everywhere.
Falling flowers are intentional, and running water is ruthless. White-headed song: Li Bai flows east, not west, and the fallen flowers are ashamed of the forest.
It is said that Li Bai's poplar in Wang Changling has been lost, and Wen Daolong has crossed five streams. Li Bai, a junior second-line student, swims around and laughs at Huji wine shop.
It's only in the spring to send someone to Zhang Bi, and it's still one thing to leave someone to take pictures. Du Fu's On Meeting Li Guinian and Going Down to the South of the Yangtze River is a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.
Bai Juyi passed Yuan Jia's letter room, and all he said was empty talk, and running water poured into the pool mercilessly. In spring, I frequently travel with Li Erke outside the country, because I gave a long sentence, Bai Juyi stepped on the fallen flowers in the morning and came back with birds at dusk.
At dusk, Du Mu in Jinguyuan resents the birds, and the fallen flowers are still like fallen flowers. Du Mu, an egret, flew into the distance in surprise to reflect the blue mountains and the evening breeze in pear flower falls.
Xiao Chun Meng Haoran But now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken. Topic Xinghua Temple Garden Pavilion Jia Dao Bai Yutang Autumn wind, thorns full of pavilions, you know.
Wang Anshi in Beishan counted the fallen flowers because he sat for a long time and found grass too late. No one asked Cao Cao about the fallen flowers outside the door in the spring dusk, and the green Ran Ran was all over the world.
Tourists have a spring outing in Fengle Pavilion. Ouyang Xiu, regardless of whether it will get old in spring, steps on the flowers in front of the pavilion. The flowing water of Langtaosha Liyu is gone, it is heaven and earth.
Recalling Li Cun's fairy posture is like a dream, and the waning moon is fading away. What's more, the deep courtyard in Wei Zhuang is closed, the small courtyard is empty, and the fallen petal is fragrant and red.
Back home, it is said that it rains everywhere in late spring in Wei Zhuang. Wei Zhuang, Kinmen, flowers are blooming like spring, and heartbroken grass is green.
The good news is that Li Qingzhao's wind will set the flowers deep, and there is a red pile of snow outside the curtain. Xue Mei Xiang Liu Yong's elegant posture and graceful posture complement each other, and the water flows from west to east.
Rui partridge Ouyang Xiu was even more disappointed with the spring breeze, falling out of the flowers and dancing in the rain. Like a dream, Qin Guanchi is full of fallen birds.
Linjiang Xianyan Dao Ji is independent, and swift flies together. Ye Mengde, a corn poppy, has danced amorous feelings and sent yellow rain.
Zhu Jinmen, full of flowers and curtains, heartbroken grass is far away. In the Spring Festival Evening, the King made the March flowers bloom more vigorously, and the eaves became more and more swallowy.
Plum blossoms in Wang Mian, no one has seen them, and countless plum blossoms have fallen on the wild bridge. Cao Xueqin, who buried the flowers, hoed the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with his hands and endured stepping on the fallen flowers again and again? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.
4. Poems of falling flowers, flowing water, falling flowers, spring gone, heaven and earth. -Li Yu
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. -Gong Zizhen
Peach blossoms are opening, and it is another world. -Li Bai
Goose and duck don't know that spring has passed, but they are scrambling to catch up with peach blossoms. -Chao Chongzhi.
But now, there are spring floods and floating peaches everywhere. Which way should we go to find the hidden source? . -Wang Wei
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Momomo.
Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtain by hand, and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again.
Flowers fall, do your best; Swallows return, they are no longer strangers.
Hating the east wind and falling flowers, endless spring scenery comes to heaven and earth.
Flowers are still like non-flowers, and no one regrets falling.
Spring is divided into three parts, dust into two parts and moisture into one part. In detail, it's not flowers, it's tears.
Ice muscles and jade skin fly red clouds, pointing to wrist self-entertainment Drunk refers to the enchanting spring flowers, and I don't think the stool will fall down.
Leaning against the railing, butterflies flew around and rushed into the forest to scare birds. I don't know if the beauty is old, but now the flowers are just right.
Pieces of flying flowers and dancing eyes, carefree sorrow scattered smoke and water, who and I lean against the bar.
In the stormy building, watch the falling flowers by the railing, fly over the autumn, and listen to the wind and rain with a mouthful of green tea;
How to solve a thousand worries with a hundred glasses of wine in Dream of the Lost Soul? Smiling is the best way to dispel the soul.
Huahuijun
Flowers on branches, flowers on people, poor color is youth.
Yesterday, I saw flowers burning, but now I see flowers falling.
Instead of waiting for the spring breeze to blow away, it is better to spend all this time playing.
Ying Ge danced with butterflies for a long time, and the red stove was cooking tea and flowers.
Dressed up and singing freely, I sent the fragrant branches back to the bridal chamber alone.
Yuefu Zaju, Prose and Lu
How strange these trees are, and how old they are.
Green forms new branches, and red branches are full of old branches.
The wind is chaotic and the sun shadow is uneven.
Let the color fall, Jun Jun don't know.
When the wind blows away, the plum blossom falls in Lu
Meiling blossoms, but Tianshan snow does not bloom.
Snow is full of flowers, and lace is like snow.
Because the wind enters the dance sleeves, the powder is mixed with the dressing table.
The Huns came to Wan Li several times, all in spring.
Flowers fall on the banks of the river, everywhere
The riverside is full of flowers. You should meet the yarn-washer and write down the road.
The courtyard where he lives is deep, deep.
Liu Yang's eyes.
Curtains without multiplicity
Yu le Diao an you ye Chu
The building is too high to see Zhangtai Road.
March storm.
The door covers the dusk.
Not going to stay in spring.
My tearful eyes asked the flowers, but they didn't give me an answer.
I saw red flowers flying over the swing.
Luoyang woman looks beautiful, sitting alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered plum blossoms, sighing long.
The peach blossom and plum blossom I saw this year have rotted in color. I wonder who can see the beautiful flowers in the flowering season next year?
When flowers bloom, you always have to look at the oriental monarch.
Peach blossoms fall like red rain.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
Funeral ci
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad.
Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again?
Willow and elm are from wheatgrass, regardless of peach floating with Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
At the beginning of March, the fragrant nest was built, and Liang Jianyan was too ruthless.
Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.
360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening.
How long can bright and fresh research last? Once you go with the flow, it's hard to find out.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them are worried.
Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door.
The blue light fell asleep on the wall, but the window was not warm.
The blame at the bottom is double depression, half pity and half trouble;
Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.
Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?
The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.
May wings be born under threat and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I will die and be buried, but when will I die?
The man who buried the flowers smiled today, but who did he bury?
Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
Don't feel sorry for every gentleman, but look at the cold plum blossom.
Suddenly I heard the sunny songs of my neighbors. What about southern poets?
I want to send a few lines of information, so I'm worried.
5. The fallen petal poem "Meeting Li Guinian by the River"
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
Waves wash sand, rain outside the curtain.
Date: Tang Author: Li Yu
The rain gurgled outside the curtains,
Spring is fading away.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.
I didn't know I was a dream guest,
A greedy day.
Don't lean on the fence alone,
Infinite mountains and rivers,
It's easier to see when it's not.
Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Heaven and earth.
24 poems
Year: Tang Author: Si Kongtu
Jade pot buys spring, enjoys the rain and sits in the middle shift, and is surrounded by bamboo.
White clouds are clear, birds contend, the piano sleeps in the shade, and there are waterfalls on the ground.
Falling flowers are silent, people are like chrysanthemums, and books are readable when they are old.
The Dead Hua Lian Xiao Ri Peeks at Shuang Yan Language.
Year: Song Author: Qin Guan
A glimpse of Shuang Yan at dawn,
Like a beautiful woman.
* * * Cherish spring will be dusk,
How many sunny days are there,
It may have been raining.
There is no doubt about running water,
Only Yun Fei.
Whether Ran Ran will come or not,
Take the wine to persuade Yun Yun to stay,
You blocked the way home in spring.
The first sight in front of mowing steps in Linjiang county
Year: Song Author: Yan
When you and your partner play games on the steps, we will meet first, and when you and your female friend are upstairs, we will meet again.
The girls are playing games in the competition.
I saw you on the grass in front of the rank, like other girls, your clothes were covered with dew, and your hair was swaying in the breeze. I was deeply impressed by that lively and beautiful mood.
The other is the seventh festival, and girls must have needles at night.
I hate Jin Pingkong when I'm sober.
Unexpectedly, at the end of the year, Iraqis are like dark clouds, and they don't know where to go.
Huanxisha
Year: Song Author: Yan Shu
I have always been young and limited.
Waiting to leave is easy to be ecstatic.
Don't speak frequently at banquets and songs.
There are mountains and rivers everywhere,
Falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring more.
It is better to pity the present.
6. What are the poems describing fallen flowers? They are independent, the micro-swift flies and the peach blossoms fall, and the leisure pool pavilion mountain alliance exists, and the brocade book is difficult to hold.
Momomo. Hand hoes out embroidered curtains and bears falling flowers, but the flowers fall back and forth helplessly. Yan came back to complain about the east wind falling flowers, which was deja vu. The endless spring scenery arrival heaven and earth, flowers bloom like non-flowers, no one regrets falling.
Spring is divided into three parts, dust into two parts and moisture into one part. In detail, it's not flowers, it's tears. Ice muscles and jade skin fly red clouds, pointing to wrist self-entertainment
Drunk refers to the enchanting spring flowers, and I don't think the stool will fall down. Leaning against the railing, butterflies flew around and rushed into the forest to scare birds.
I don't know if the beauty is old, but now the flowers are just right. Pieces of flying flowers and dancing eyes, carefree sorrow scattered smoke and water, who and I lean against the bar.
In the stormy building, watch the falling flowers by the railing, fly over the autumn, and listen to the wind and rain with a mouthful of green tea; In the dream of ecstasy, how to drink frequently on the moon to solve thousands of worries and how to smile is the most fascinating thing, and it is also in heaven and earth. -Li Yu's falling in love is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective.
-Gong Zizhen Peach Blossom Water is gone, and it is another world. -Li Bai goose and duck don't know that spring is over, and strive to follow the water and take the peach blossom.
But now, spring floods, floating mahogany, the road of tide insects, to find the hidden source? . -Wang Wei.
7. Seek a complete ancient poem about falling flowers. What are the untitled ancient poems about fallen flowers?
Tang Li Shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Huanxisha
stretch
A new word, a glass of wine. The weather was bad last year.
When will the sunset come back?
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.
Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
Linjiang county
Song Yan Dao Ji
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hatred came last spring.
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa.
At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
The nearest flower
Song Ouyang xiu
In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted.
Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Ode to flowers
Tang baojun hui
Flowers on branches, flowers on people, poor color is youth.
Yesterday, I saw flowers burning, but now I see flowers falling.
Instead of waiting for the spring breeze to blow away, it is better to spend all this time playing.
Ying Ge danced with butterflies for a long time, and the red stove was cooking tea and flowers.
Dressed up and singing freely, I sent the fragrant branches back to the bridal chamber alone.