Poems describing flowers from blooming to withering

A poem about flower withering 1. What are the poems that describe flowers fading easily?

1. "Meet Lin Huan Hua Xie Chun Hong"

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

2. "Red Window and Moon Yan Xie Guihua"

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Swallows return to flowers and wither, and it will be early and bright. It's just the general scenery and two moods. I still remember, in the shadow of peach blossom, I vowed to live.

Black silk paper is charming and red, just like the stars in spring. Take a break from the lonely secret agreement and learn from the deep alliance. After a few words, there was a faint perfume and a wet screen.

3. Burying Flowers

Qing Dynasty: Cao Xueqin

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 out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again.

Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei;

Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?

The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!

Although you can peck flowers and feathers next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.

360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing;

How long can it be bright and fresh? Once wandering, it's hard to find.

Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and sorrow kills and buries people in front of the steps.

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;

When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.

Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of trouble.

The pity of spring suddenly left me bored and even speechless.

Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?

It is always difficult to leave the soul of a bird, which feels ashamed of itself.

May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers.

After all, where is Xiangshan?

Hide the wind without a trick.

It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.

I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.

The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?

Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age;

No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!

4. "Going to Yangzhou on a Fairy Night in Linjiang"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Who is pregnant with Li Bai? The thatched cottage points to Jiangdong. The bead curtain is full of fragrant wind. Flowers bloom and fall, and everyone hates them.

Brother Guang crossed the river overnight, and at that time he was surprised and laughed. The voice still comes from wunong. In the dead of night, the wine is still in the dream.

5. Youth

Tang Dynasty: Han Wo

Eyes, brain, heart and death are not over yet. They secretly plan to date Qin Lou.

Time is negative, people and emotions are not free, and it is difficult to meet each other.

Covering your knees at night is too fragrant. Scratch your head when you are bored.

Cherry blossoms and pear blossoms make you heartbroken.

6. Ode to History by Pu Tianle

Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Mingshan

Luoyang flowers, to the moon garden, good flowers should not hesitate to buy, the moon should not hesitate to buy.

Watching the flowers bloom and fall, according to the flowers bloom and fall, why are you so happy to raise your glass?

The moon is full of flowers, and the most bitter thing in life is to leave.

Flowers fade after the third spring, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is missed in February. People have left, when can they come again?

2. Poems describing flowers that fade easily

Check the details of Shi Si and Xu Gan on Baidu.

At the end of this tragic season, the orchid leaves withered again.

A heavy sigh, you will comfort me.

I can't sleep, the night is endless.

I crept out of the house and looked up at Samsung.

I hate myself. I cried like a spring.

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Appreciate thirty poems written by Zheng Fengyu in spring. Baidu asked Bai Juyi about the details of this rhyme.

The south rain is lazy and the east wind is crazy.

The moon is in a hurry and the dragon is in a hurry.

Ghosts turn to thunder, cars ring, snakes turn to electricity, making light.

Immersed in the sky, it seems to leak, and it becomes a sore.

Bleak, cloudy and white, empty and foggy.

Covering thousands of miles in the dark, stuffy nine ileum.

Lonely detention hall, deep meditation room.

The mirror fades, and the musk disappears.

Blue is hard to wear, and flowers come off easily.

The oriole has heavy wings, the grass grows and the warbler flies.

The purple is muddy, and the yellow is * * * Miao Mang.

I am afraid that the forest will become strange, and I hope that the play will be auspicious.

Liuchu bent down and burst into tears.

What is confused by the day is the night, and Yin is better than Yang.

Towels are padded and pedestrians are covered.

Jumping frogs still appear often, and ants want to hide deep.

It's no use sitting up and making friends. Walking around is in the way.

Worried that she was getting old, she bored her young mother to death.

When you change the sea, you often have to worry about it. Don't forget for the fish.

At this time, Fang * * * is afraid, where can we be together?

[The following is the politics of eastern Zhejiang. ]

I have prayed to the east, but I still pray to the north.

But when I think of Hiderigami, who likes to meet Shang Yang?

If you are afraid of silkworm disease, worry about wheat frost first.

Huizun, politics is fake.

After the sacrifice, the salty rank was repaired, and the agricultural books were full of beds.

When Dan is sincere and bitter, this day will appear.

Help the hungry families in the week and prepare for the bad wall of the city.

And when the camp is old, I would rather be idle and cherish my fragrance.

Virtue creates disasters, and people are content with good.

If Shangshu had such a heart, he wouldn't have wasted the gold medal.

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Check the details of Yulan's slow Qin view in Baidu.

Looking at Qinhuai,

Handsome and unique,

Love the scenery and the wind.

Whip the hat with a whip, sometimes thinning the forest,

The political situation in Qiu Lai is very fragile.

More smoke, more water, more clouds,

People always hate each other,

We should pay it now.

Fishing village looks at Hengmen.

Reed and goose smell it first.

Yeah, it's sad,

Polygonum viviparum, Polygonum viviparum,

Honesty is high, and thousands of miles are dark.

The ruthlessness here is also charming.

Jiang Yue knows that people are far away.

Come upstairs and shine at dusk.

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Meet in. Baidu for details.

Hua Lin Xie Chunhong [2]

Too hasty,

Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears [3]

Stay drunk,

How heavy, [4]

Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

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Honey, is that enough?

3. Sentences describing flowers withering

Apricot flowers are scattered all over the sky, flying and landing, leaving purples all over the ground, so gorgeous. Follow the beautiful dance steps and return to the dust.

Where the wind passed, countless petals floated in the air, swaying, one after another, holding a wisp of agarwood, which made people feel deeply intoxicated.

Pears are everywhere, and the blown petals fly in the air for a long time, blowing on the face, and the faint fragrance is fascinating and confusing-"Laughing Flowers: After the Poison Doctors Abandon"

Roses were raised at home. After a few days, in the dead of night, I heard the sound of flowers falling. At first, it was a tentative "bang", like a drop of rain hitting the table. Then, with a click, countless butterflies were shot down and fell from the sky.

That night was really quiet. Listening to your breath is like listening to the ebb and flow of the tide. The whole person was hung in the air by the sound of falling flowers, with his ears pointed, and he was shocked, as if he were listening to a brewing conspiracy.

Get up early and lie there with a table full of fallen flowers, safe and quiet. I can't believe it had such a thrilling night.

Rose petals are still alive even if they fall; There is also a greasy texture, luster and warmth of satin. I don't believe it at all. This is the corpse of a flower, and my mother always refuses to clean it up. Watching them lie there freely from the crowded branches seems to have a more independent beauty that is not surrounded by branches.

The world seems to hear the sound of falling flowers every day.

Like cherry blossoms, pear blossoms and peach blossoms, I never regard their withering as a kind of death. They just realized that they used to be angels with wings in the call of the wind, so they tried to break free from the branches, tried to fly and flew out gently. ...

However, there is a flower that scares me. It doesn't ask questions without warning, and the whole flower rolls down recklessly and irresponsibly without warning. It's really scary. I once raised a pot of camellia, which was such a shocking way to die. I was frightened, and I was afraid of camellia from now on. Afraid of its extreme and heroic, and the tragic suicide. I don't know how such a gentle and thoughtful tea tree can produce such tragic flowers.

Speaking of it, I still like small daisies in the countryside. They bloom quietly, thanking you implicitly. Its withering is not only a storm, but it still snuggles up to the receptacle quietly and warmly, getting thinner and haggard bit by bit, and then growing old with the whole season in the bleak winter.

-"Liu Liran's voice of falling flowers and falling mud"

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4. What are the poems describing the petals dying?

1, scattered into mud, ground into dust, only the fragrance remains.

-"Yongmei" Interpretation of Lu You in the Song Dynasty: Even if it withers, is crushed into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still exude a faint fragrance as always. 2, flowers are flying all over the sky, and the red fragrance is broken.

-"Burying Flowers" Interpretation by Cao Xueqin in Qing Dynasty: Flowers have withered and the wind has blown all over the sky. The bright red color has faded and the fragrance has disappeared. Who sympathizes with it? 3. Huayang broke the rules, and Wen Daolong passed Wuxiguan.

-"I heard that Wang Changling moved to the Longbiao kiln on the left." Interpretation of Li Bai in Tang Dynasty: I heard that you passed Wuxi when the flowers were all gone. 4. I suddenly met the peach blossom forest and was sandwiched between hundreds of steps. There were no miscellaneous trees in it, the grass was very fragrant and the English was very colorful.

-Tao Yuanming's interpretation of "Peach Blossom Garden" in Wei and Jin Dynasties: I suddenly met a peach forest. There are no other trees in the middle within a few hundred steps on both sides of the stream. Flowers and plants are fresh and beautiful, and there are many fallen flowers on the ground. 5, ten years, the wind marks and raindrops are on the spot.

Don't blame him for his pity, his life experience is still lost. -Interpretation of Gong Zizhen in Qing Dynasty: I have been running around for ten years and suffered a lot.

Don't pity the petals, in fact, your life experience is as lost as falling flowers. 6. But now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers I folded.

-"Xiao Chun" Meng Haoran Interpretation of the Tang Dynasty: Thinking of the storm last night, I don't know how many flowers were knocked down? 7. The color of flowers has changed this year. Who will be there next year? -"A Generation of Sad Pulsatilla/White-headed Singing/Thinking" Interpretation by Liu Xiyi in Tang Dynasty: I am here to watch the peach blossoms and plum blossoms fade due to withering. I wonder who will see the brilliant victory when the flowers bloom next year? 8. After the rain, the flowers fall on Huangling Temple. -"Partridge" Interpretation of Zheng Gu in Tang Dynasty: When it is dark and drizzling, it passes through the green grass in the southeast of Baqiu Lake and Dongting Lake; The petals of Huangling Temple fall, and only partridges are heard.

9, knowing that there is no plan from now on, it is a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.

-"Picking mulberry seeds, wrong at that time" Interpretation of Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty: Later, I learned that there was no way, and I reluctantly said that I would meet again later. In this way, pear flower falls is finished, and the moon is already in the western sky. 10, falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

-"Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems Part V" Gong Zizhen explained in the Qing Dynasty: Resignation and returning to hometown seems like falling flowers and branches, but it is not ruthless. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation. .

5. Poetry about flowers blooming and falling.

Bu operator Yongmei Luyou

Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

Operator Yongmei Liu Kezhuang

Petals are like butterfly wings, bright red, small and lovely. If God doesn't love flowers, why are they so cleverly designed?

When I saw the trees blooming in the morning, there was not much left at night. If they say God loves flowers, why destroy them with wind and rain?

Chen, the back garden flower of Yushu

Lin is on the shelf. The new clothes are gorgeous and beautiful. Yinghu couldn't get in at first, so he greeted with a smile.

Demon Ji's face is like a flower with dew, and Yushu flows in the backyard. Flowers bloom and fall in a short time, and the ground is silent!

Zuo Ye Li Hua (with Wang Wei and Huang Furan) Don Qiu Wei

Cool beauty deceives snow, and fragrance enters clothes first. Spring breeze, please continue to move its petals, I hope this beautiful flower can fall on the jade steps of the palace hall.