Poetry with blossoming flowers.

Poems about flowers blooming and falling:

1, the flowers bloom differently, and the flowers fall differently. Ask acacia, when flowers bloom and fall.

From: Four Poems of Spring Hope by Xue Tao in Tang Dynasty.

You can't enjoy with me when the flowers bloom, and you can't be sad with me when the flowers fall. Want to ask me the most unbearable time of lovesickness? It must be the time when flowers bloom and fall.

2, small green and long red, smoke dew. Flowers bloom and fall.

In Song Dynasty, Yan said, "Little green grows red".

In the shade, there are purplish flowers; Yin dew moistens the stamens, hiding shyly in the misty fog. Flowers bloom and fall, year after year

3, no intention to fight for spring, a group of incense. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

Yongmei by Lu You in Song Dynasty.

Meihua doesn't want to struggle for beauty and favor, and doesn't care about the jealousy and rejection of flowers. Even if it withers, grinds into mud and turns to dust, plum blossoms still exude a faint fragrance as always.

4, flowers are flying all over the sky, who is pitiful when the red disappears?

Cao Xueqin said it in Qing Dynasty.

The flower has withered and withered, and the wind makes it spin all over the sky. The bright red color has faded and the fragrance has disappeared. Who sympathizes with it?

5, flowers are not full of flowers, and independent hedges are not poor. It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.

From: Han Ju/Painting Chrysanthemum by Zheng Sixiao in Song Dynasty.

You bloom in autumn and never mix with flowers. Alone by the sparse fence, your sentiment and interest have not diminished. I would rather die in the branches than in the cold north wind!