A beautiful poem about a flowering period that is too short

Beautiful poems about a flowering period that is too short

1. "Meet each other happily and lose the flowering period every year"

Qing Dynasty: Zhang Huiyan

The flowering period is lost every year! When spring comes, it’s just a matter of sending melancholy over to send the spring home.

Plum blossoms in the snow, pear blossoms in the moon, always missing each other.

Since spring has come, I will not know it.

2. "Han Gong Spring·Plum Blossoms"

Song Dynasty: Chao Chongzhi

The graceful river plum blossoms are scattered towards the bamboo tops, with two or three branches horizontally.

Donjun doesn’t care about him either, he is bullied by snow and frost.

The heartless swallow is afraid of the cold spring and neglects the flowering period.

However, there are geese that are blocked every year, and the wild geese return once and for all.

The clear and shallow stream is like a drill. I wonder what the jade hall looks like, with thatched cottages and sparse fences.

Sadly, after the old friend passed away, new poems were neglected.

Weiyun Danyue, who will pay to Jiang Tian?

Empty self-remembering, the fragrance has not diminished, and the romance is not known to anyone.

3. "The Letter to the Lord on the Little Plum Branch from Poppy"

Song Dynasty: Yan Jidao

The Letter to the Lord on the Little Plum Branch.

After the snow, the flowers are about to bloom.

The southern branches are in full bloom and the northern branches are in full bloom.

I have always been visited by Longtou wanderers and sent spring messages.

Weep on my sleeves every year.

It’s always for the present.

Ask who is also a Yihua person.

If you earn a small amount of money, you will also have a low eyebrow.

4. "The Sapphire Case·The spring is cold and the spring is cold and the spring is thin"

Song Dynasty: Gu Dehui

The spring is cold and the spring is cold and the spring is thin.

For half a month, spring is bleak.

The sunny day comes and rises to the corner of the house.

The quiet birds in the trees exchanged new words, and then flew away together.

The red color goes into the flower and the green color goes into the calyx.

Not happy at all, the flowering period is about to begin.

The hateful wind is empty and self-inflicted.

Dawn comes for a while, then comes late for a while, are they all blown away?

5. "Die Lian Hua·Wu Shen Yuan Ri Chun Banquet"

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

Who is the winner of the colorful hairpin in the pepper plate? Throughout my time, I strive to have spring breeze on my temples.

I can’t bear to remember the past, and I hate the new year because the flowers will grow.

Let me ask you a question when spring comes.

I hate starting late in the evening, but drifting away in the morning.

The news about the flowering period this year is certain, but I am worried that the wind and rain will not be accurate.