Poetry describing falling flowers

The falling flowers fall

Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo

The falling flowers fall, the falling flowers are scattered in the desert. The green leaves and green tarsus reflect the red calyx, and I return to the Golden Pavilion with Jun Pei. The shadows are blowing on the steps of the tortoiseshell feast, and the fragrance is floating on the dogwood curtain of the dancing hall. Falling flowers fly, causing chaos in the middle curtain. The flowers are falling and spring is in full bloom, but the spring people will never return. The flowers are falling, and the atmosphere is lingering around the tall trees. The fallen flowers have become abundant in spring, but spring people ignore spring. The Qingtai of Qige is quiet and leisurely, and the red scarf on Luo Bian's sleeves comes and goes again and again. The prime years are no longer available, and the high branches are difficult to climb again. Try to visit Luohuali in Fudan and stay among Luohuali in the evening. I fell into the flower garden with you, and a pair of servant girls appeared on the stage.

Appreciation: A young boy has experienced life and death. After encountering such setbacks, Wang Bo also suddenly realized that although he was on the eve of his life, he already felt a sense of sadness. During the flower blooming season, when people visit the splendid attic, they are attracted by the prosperity of spring, with the flowers in full bloom and the fragrance of flowers overflowing. The crowds of people were all admiring the beautiful scenery in front of them, but little did they know that the petals fell quietly. Good times never come back again. The poet uses falling flowers to write about life. The flowers of life have withered and there is no way to go back to the past.