Flowers bloom and fade

Answer 1

There were many poems in ancient poetry that described the blooming and withering of flowers, such as Sun Guangxian's "River Biography-Flower Falling". The green moth gently restrained her thoughts and pondered, and no one knew her thoughts. Jade stove incense cut off frost gray cold, curtain spread shadow, Liang Yan return red apricot. In the evening, the sky is empty and quiet. I sleep alone, my pillow is covered with sandalwood clouds." Qiu Kui's "Red Lips-Flowers Falling and Flowers Blooming":"Flowers Falling and Flowers Blooming, No Matter What Year." where are my old travels? standing shallow, I stand frozen in the air. Shocked, he patted the railing, and could not bear to see spring approaching. With the wind. He flew away. I'm worried about you." He Menggui's " Congratulations to the bridegroom: He leaned on the dangerous barrier and wanted to tell his true feelings. He hesitated and could not bear it. The wine asked Chunchun speechless, blowing off the dust how to bear. Waiting for the rain of tears, the red dress withered. I don't know that swallows will leave with spring in their mouths, but mistakenly cry cuckoos, arousing years of regret. On the road of fragrant grass, people are very sad. I dream of a yellow beam pillow. For the time being, there is no harm in singing and dancing crazily, talking and waving the handle. The golden valley and the flat spring are covered with dust. Who was the hero who won in those years? However, the five willows are still Tao Ling. Through the ages, the rise and fall of the East River, looking at the lonely Hong, where the sun disappeared. Unlimited will, hurt the spring."

Wang Ao's " Flowers Fall Again " reported that the flowers were happy when they opened, but when they suddenly heard the flowers fall, they became more sad. The east wind is too heartless, pretending to be wild for a day when spring comes." Ye Wanwan's " Traversing on the Sandalwood-Flowers Falling in the Court " deep and green, orioles begin to sing. During the day, the people all closed the door, Shurangama finished reading, the flowers turned in the shade. Pure thoughts are quiet, and the feelings of the world are all gone. a curtain of dark mist, the east wind evening. The birds are singing in the evening, and the moon is shining brightly on the steps." Xia Wanchun's " Qing Ping Le-Falling Flowers " but the east wind is evil. teardrops, flowers, souls, flowers, life is thin. it is rather like a sad man wandering about. Beaded curtains half rolled up, windows open. cherishing the flowers, I am lazy to stand by the dressing table. I dreamt of the depths of the painted bridge, the oriole calling for spring."

There were also related poems in modern times, such as Li Jixi's " Partridges in the Sky-When Flowers Bloom and Fall Again " leaning on the railing, I still count the flowers. My heart is like a fallen petal, I feel that I can't control myself. I'm afraid I'll bring up what happened that day. Don't take the silk belt and write again. The old and the new know what it is, and to whom do you tell a story?"

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