Poems about women hurting spring

1. I want to find some poems about girls hurting spring.

There is a worrying wind everywhere.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Spring goes and spring comes, flowers are not sent, and Sichuan Road is hard to be poor.

The flowing water is gone in spring, in the dream of heaven and earth.

Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late.

Since leaving, spring has passed halfway, and the scenery in my eyes has swept to a broken heart. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.

It is better to look at flowers than to wait for old branches.

The sunset is lonely in the east, and the melancholy spring breeze is gone.

Spring is still far away,

The end of the world is tilted.

Yinger cried like tears,

Please pour me the flower on the highest branch.

I miss love the water in the evening and hate flowers in the spring.

Far grass for pity, see Qixia later.

Emotionally, I cherish my years alone.

Qin Xin was disappointed in him, and he went home alone.

Flute by the river at sunset, flowers on the island of remnant spring.

Honesty and sincerity are welcome, but what is Tao?

Who is with Yin Gao, watching Jiuhua on a sunny day?

It is already a lonely flower in the world, and it is a pity to help the poor.

You can't climb to see it when you are old, especially when you are old.

Last night, it was raining and suddenly the wind blew.

Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.

Ask the shutter man,

However, Haitang remains the same.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what?

It should be green, fat, red and thin.

Lonely boudoir,

A gentle heart is full of sorrow.

Cherish spring,

When will it rain?

The wind will blow the flowers deep,

There is a pile of red snow outside the curtain.

After the flowering of Changji Haitang,

It's spring.

There are many words in Song Dynasty that hurt and cherish spring.

2. Poems about Cherishing Spring and Hurting Spring: Qian Shan is green outside the snow, and flowers bloom by the river in February. Song Ouyang Xiu's "Song Xie Fa Spring West Lake Cao Ge" has three peach blossoms outside the bamboo. Song Sushi, the prophet of warming ducks by the river, has spent spring rain in his eyes, and the water in the north and south of the Yangtze River has patted the sky. Huang Song listens to Jian's Yuan Ming Yun and sends a child to you. It is often rainy and windy in spring, and there is no one on a sunny day.

Meng Jiao is the peak of spring, with peach blossom branches reflecting plum blossom branches. The unique apricot blossoms are like inviting guests and counting the days against the wall.

Wang Anshi can't hide a good spring, and the pink wall reveals apricot flowers. Zhang Chunri plays a song in the afternoon. Where is the Zhumen Mountain Wall?

The outer diameter of wenqing poplar smoke, and the branches of red apricot are full of spring. Song Qi's spring scenery can't be caged, and an apricot is out of the wall.

When is Ye Shaoweng's Spring and Autumn Period? How much is known about the past? Li Yu

3. About the poem about Shang Chun, about 12, 1. Huanxisha, a new poem and a glass of wine.

Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old 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.

Last night, like a dream, the wind suddenly blew and it rained.

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

3. Butterfly Hua Lian Spring Scene

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are plenty of fish in the sea!

Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.

4. Huanxisha, Momo, light cold on the small building

Song dynasty: Qin Guan

With a chill, alone in the small building, the morning is cool and dreary, as if it were late autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint.

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.

Yi Jian Meizhou Guo Wujiang

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

A piece of spring worries about wine. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs. Qiuniangdu and Tainiangqiao, the wind is fluttering and the rain is whispering. (through a work: a degree. Joey: Jiao)

When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green.

6. The idle window of Huanxisha Yard is deep in spring.

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

The idle windows in the yard are deep in spring, and the heavy curtains are not heavy. Leaning against the staggered, lonely and silent, gently fiddling with the lyre. (Spring is deep: Spring is deep)

The clouds around the distant peaks look like dusk is coming, and the breeze in the dusk stirs the drizzle and plays with the hazy light clouds. The pears in the yard are about to wither. I'm afraid even the oblique wind and rain can't bear it. It's a sad scenery.

7. Wuling Spring Festival Evening

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.

8. Like a dream, always remember the sunset in Xiting.

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering.

Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.

How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

9. Fairy, listen to some wine.

Song Dynasty: Zhang Xian

Holding a goblet and listening to the sound of "water adjustment", I was drunk at noon, but I didn't wake up although I was awake and worried. Send away spring, when will spring come back? Near dusk mirror, sad past years, past and future empty.

On the beach, on the poultry pond, the clouds break the moon. Heavy curtains cover the lights, the wind has not stopped, the sound is very quiet, and falling flowers cover the garden path.

10. Spring is like a dream.

Song dynasty: Qin Guan

The warbler is more ruddy with its beak, and the swallow sweeps up the green ripples with its tail tip.

Cold is cold, Yu Sheng is cold, but people in blowing sheng are excited to play the tune Little Plum, and the sound is melodious and resounding, and the listener is excited, vigorous and full of spring.

People say that blowing like this and calling like this will make people and young people handsome.

1 1. Salix pubescens

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

A green tree is sad, it has been separated from hatred by several people.

Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze.

12. Yiwang Sun Chunci

Song Dynasty: Li Chongyuan

The lush grass remembers Wang Sun. Liu Wailou lost his soul in the sky. Du Yu's voice is unbearable. Miss dusk. Rain hits pear and closes the door.

13. Even on a dark day in March,

Song dynasty: Qin Guan

Festivals promote each other's new ideas, and spoony children keep spring.

Why don't you like wheatgrass? Xia Mu is cute.

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4. Poems that hurt spring are full of flowers, and the fragrance disappears. Who has pity?

The spring trees are floating, and the falling flowers and catkins touch the embroidered curtain.

My daughter in the boudoir is sad and 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 hoe returned to cover the 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!

5. A poem hurts spring 1, and Du Fu meets Li Guinian at Shanghe.

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.

2, "Butterfly Lovers" Su Shi

Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea!

Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.

3. Su Xiting

Dai Shulun

The grass grows in Suxi Pavilion. Who will lean on when the east wind stops for twelve days?

Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms.

4. Nanling Road Middle

Du Mu

Nanling water is leisurely, the wind is tight and the clouds are light.

It's a lonely place, and tea depends on the bottom of the river.

6. The poem written by the ancients that cherishes and hurts spring is a flying flower that reduces spring.

There is a worrying wind everywhere.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Spring goes and spring comes, flowers are not sent, and Sichuan Road is hard to be poor.

The flowing water is gone in spring, in the dream of heaven and earth.

Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late.

Since leaving, spring has passed halfway, and the scenery in my eyes has swept to a broken heart. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.

It is better to look at flowers than to wait for old branches.

The sunset is lonely in the east, and the melancholy spring breeze is gone.

Spring is still far away,

The end of the world is tilted.

Yinger cried like tears,

Please pour me the flower on the highest branch.

I miss love the water in the evening and hate flowers in the spring.

Far grass for pity, see Qixia later.

Emotionally, I cherish my years alone.

Qin Xin was disappointed in him, and he went home alone.

Flute by the river at sunset, flowers on the island of remnant spring.

Honesty and sincerity are welcome, but what is Tao?

Who is with Yin Gao, watching Jiuhua on a sunny day?

It is already a lonely flower in the world, and it is a pity to help the poor.

You can't climb to see it when you are old, especially when you are old.

Last night, it was raining and suddenly the wind blew.

Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.

Ask the shutter man,

However, Haitang remains the same.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what?

It should be green, fat, red and thin.

Lonely boudoir,

A gentle heart is full of sorrow.

Cherish spring,

When will it rain?

The wind will blow the flowers deep,

There is a pile of red snow outside the curtain.

After the flowering of Changji Haitang,

It's spring.

7. The high balcony in the poem, West Lake and Chun Qing, which is sad in autumn and hurts in spring.

Zhang Yan Southern Song Dynasty

How many times can you swim when you catch Ye Woying, surf and roll the group, break the bridge and return to the boat on an oblique day? It is to see flowers next year. Roses are born in the east wind, and it is very pitiful to look at roses and spring. More sad, green and desolate.

What did swallows know in those days? But the moss is deep and the grass is black and oblique. Seeing new troubles, I am now on the side of seagulls. I have no intention to continue my singing dream and sleep quietly behind closed doors. Don't open the curtains for fear of watching flying flowers and listening to cuckoos.

spring scenery

Du Fu

Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.

Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.

After three months of war, a piece of news from home is worth a ton of gold.

I stroke my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins.

Huanxisha

Song Yan Shu

I have always been young and limited.

It is easy to be ecstatic when you leave calmly.

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.

If time is short, life is short. Leaving again and again is really not an idle thing. How can you not be fascinated? Since parting is helpless, you don't have to refuse, and you don't have to get bored frequently. You just need to drown your sorrows by drinking and eat, drink, and be merry in time. Seeing the wind and rain will aggravate your thoughts of hurting spring. It means that it is useless to miss the distance.

Spring-hurting poems

Shenhuai

Weak grass and half yellow.

Not all light articles are recorded.

Nianfang was banned.

Smoke is entangled in layers.

Cold fur rolls back comfortably.

Winter goes and spring comes and goes.

Early flowers scatter gold.

The first drop of dew turned into jade.

The feeling of hurting spring

Liu

Flowers bloom and fall, and old age is even more sad. Spring returns to the sun, and the old days never come.

Thousands of snow before the wind, a few stems in the mirror, heartbroken green hills and dusk, climbing Yang Liuzhi alone.

Touch the fish

Xin Qiji

Xichun has arrived in Shanghai and moved from Caocao in Hubei to Hunan. Wang bought a small mountain pavilion to pay tribute.

It can eliminate several storms and rush back to spring.

Cherish spring for fear of early blooming, not to mention countless red flowers.

Living in spring, at that point, there is no turning back.

Complaining about spring is speechless.

It's just a way to entertain guests, drawing cobwebs on the eaves and doing everything in Yogyakarta.

What happened in Nagato was a mistake. Some people are jealous of Mei Mei.

A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift, but who complains about this situation?

Stop dancing, can't you see, Yan Feiyu's ring is covered with dust!

Laziness is the most painful.

Don't lean on the bar, the sun is setting, and the flowers are bright.

Huanxisha

Qin Guan Bei song dynasty

The desert is light and cold, and hooligans are like poor autumn.

Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and small silver hooks hang curtains.

This word describes the cold scene at dawn in late spring. In the last movie, it was written as "Silver is poor in autumn". Mo Mo describes a hazy picture of smoke, rain and catkin flying flowers in the morning. "Silver rogue" is the complaint of people in the building: what a pity! The cold morning is like late autumn, suggesting that the season is the time when cold food is clear. "Light Smoke" describes that people in the building suddenly find the beauty of the scenery in front of them under the cold light: white light smoke and clear water are like a quiet picture scroll. The next film follows the "painting screen" and chooses "flying flowers" and "silk rain", which is full of dynamic details and images and depicts the beauty of the painting scene in detail, just like the people in the building. Suddenly disappeared, as soft and empty as a dream in spring. Finally, the word "idle hanging" reveals the emptiness and artistic conception of people in the building, which is integrated with the description of the scenery in front. This word describes a lovesick woman's pavilion and her idle spiritual world in beautiful and pleasant language. Both of them are contained in a few words, but they are made like a beautiful artistic bonsai.