Poems with fallen flowers and appreciation (poems describing fallen flowers and appreciation)

1. Appreciation of Falling Flowers Poetry and Whitehead Li Yinbai

It's a pity that the east flow doesn't make the west return to the water and go out of the forest.

Wang wenbai

After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams.

Juvenile Delinquency Act II Li Bai

Falling flowers swim, laughing at Huji wine shop.

Sender Zhang Bi.

Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.

Du Fu's "Meeting Li Guinian and Going Down the River"

Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.

Guo yuan LV Jia Xin Zhai Bai Juyi

The fallen flowers leave the tree silently, and the running water enters the pool mercilessly.

Because of Bai Juyi's long sentence, Chunlai often travels with Li Erke Guo Wei.

The fallen flowers bloom in the morning and return with the birds at dusk.

Jingu Duyuanmu

The birds groaned, and night came with the sound of the east wind; Falling flowers are as beautiful as green beads falling from upstairs.

Du Mu, an egret

The blue mountains are reflected in the distance, and the night breeze in pear flower falls is a tree.

Xiao Chunmeng Haoran

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Topic Xinghua Temple Pavilion Jia Dao

Bai Yutang autumn wind, thorns all over the pavilion, you know.

Beishan Wang Anshi

Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.

Cao Xi in the spring dusk

In the late spring, no one has asked about the fallen flowers on the road, only the shade is boundless and boundless.

Fengle Pavilion Youchun Ouyang Xiu

Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.

Li Yu Langtaosha

Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

Gigi Lai Village, Yixian County

Dream like a dream, the waning moon fades away.

More missed Weizhuang.

The deep courtyard is closed, the small courtyard is empty, and the flowers are fragrant red.

Back to Wei Zhuang.

Spring is dying, and flowers fall all over the floor with the rain.

Qiao Jinmen weizhuang

The courtyard is full of flowers and spring, and the grass is green.

Good things are close to Li Qingzhao

The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain.

Xue Mei Liu Xiangyong

Elegant and graceful, full of body, water flows in the west and water flows in the east.

Rui partridge Ouyang xiu

The spring breeze is even more melancholy, and the fallen flowers are flying in the rain.

Dream of Qin Guan

The place where spring returns to the pool is full of fallen flowers.

Linjiang county Yan Dao Ji

Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.

The young mermaid Ye Mengde.

The fallen flowers have danced before the style, and the yellow rain has been sent.

Qiao Jinmen Zhu Shu Zhen

The flower curtain in the courtyard is not rolled, and the grass is far away.

Wang Ling in the Spring Festival Evening

In March, the residual flowers bloom even more, and the small eaves swallow day by day.

Wang Meihua cotton

No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.

Burying flowers and singing Cao Xueqin

Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again?

2. Appreciation of Poems of Falling Flowers and Poems of Whitehead; Li Baidong went to the east and didn't return to the west.

It is said that Li Bai's poplar in Wang Changling has been lost, and Wen Daolong has crossed five streams. Li Bai, a junior second-line student, swims around and laughs at Huji wine shop.

It's only in the spring to send someone to Zhang Bi, and it's still one thing to leave someone to take pictures. Du Fu's On Meeting Li Guinian and Going Down to the South of the Yangtze River is a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

Bai Juyi passed Yuan Jia's letter room, and all he said was empty talk, and running water poured into the pool mercilessly. In spring, I frequently travel with Li Erke outside the country, because I gave a long sentence, Bai Juyi stepped on the fallen flowers in the morning and came back with birds at dusk.

Du Mu in Jinguyuan resents birds at dusk, and the fallen flowers are still like fallen flowers. Du Mu, an egret, flew into the distance in surprise to reflect the blue mountains and the evening breeze in pear flower falls.

Xiao Chun Meng Haoran But now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken. Topic Xinghua Temple Garden Pavilion Jia Dao Bai Yutang Autumn wind, thorns full of pavilions, you know.

Wang Anshi in Beishan counted the fallen flowers because he sat for a long time and found grass too late. No one asked Cao Cao about the fallen flowers outside the door in the spring dusk, and the green Ran Ran was all over the world.

Tourists have a spring outing in Fengle Pavilion. Ouyang Xiu, regardless of whether it will get old in spring, steps on the flowers in front of the pavilion. The flowing water of Langtaosha Liyu is gone, it is heaven and earth.

Recalling Li Cun's fairy posture is like a dream, and the waning moon is fading away. What's more, the deep courtyard in Wei Zhuang is closed, the small courtyard is empty, and the fallen petal is fragrant and red.

Back home, it is said that it rains everywhere in late spring in Wei Zhuang. Wei Zhuang, Kinmen, flowers like spring, heartbroken grass green.

The good news is that Li Qingzhao's wind will set the flowers deep, and there is a red pile of snow outside the curtain. Xue Mei Xiang Liu Yong's elegant posture and graceful posture complement each other, and the water flows from west to east.

Rui partridge Ouyang Xiu was even more disappointed with the spring breeze, falling out of the flowers and dancing in the rain. Like a dream, Qin Guanchi is full of fallen birds.

Linjiang Xianyan Dao Ji is independent, and swift flies together. Ye Mengde, a corn poppy, has danced amorous feelings and sent yellow rain.

Zhu Jinmen, full of flowers and curtains, heartbroken grass is far away. In the Spring Festival Evening, the King made the March flowers bloom more vigorously, and the eaves became more and more swallowy.

Plum blossoms in Wang Mian, no one has seen them, and countless plum blossoms have fallen on the wild bridge. Cao Xueqin, who buried the flowers, hoed the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with his hands and endured stepping on the fallen flowers again and again? .

3. What are some unexpected poems about flowers blossoming into butterflies? I just got your helpless flowers blooming and falling, as if I met Yan's return.

-Yan Shu's recent love affair, withered flowers are flying all over the sky, and the fragrance is gone. Who has pity? -"Burying Flowers" is not heartless. It is more protective to become spring mud.

-Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems" Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, she was in a hurry, but she had no choice but to come to the cold rain and the wind was late. -Li Yu sees the flowers wither and the red apricots are small.

Swallows fly, green water people go around. -Su Shi loves flowers.

Spring butterfly lazy warbler has no intention of spring. Flowers fall with the wind, and the yard is red.

-Su Shi asked for flowers with tears and flew over the swing. -Ouyang Xiuhua has gone, it is heaven and earth.

-Li Yu's "Waves" makes the fallen flowers follow the running water intentionally, and the running water loves the fallen flowers mercilessly. -"Continued Lights, Master Sense of Zhuhai Temple in Longxiang, Wenzhou".

4. What are the poems about "Flowers bloom and flowers fall"? Flowers bloom and fall everywhere, just like playing a flute on a moonlit night. Year: Song Author: Xin Qiji "Wandering Wuyi, Writing Ten Best Poems"

Is there any pride like the old flowers blooming and falling? Year: Modern Author: Lu Xun's Mourning for Yang Quan

Ask acacia, when flowers bloom and fall. Year: Tang Author: Xue Tao's Four Poems of Spring Hope

Flowers bloom and fall. Year: Song Author: Yan's "Little Green and Long Red in Langtaosha"

Afraid to see the flowers bloom and fall, return the geese first. Year: Song Author: Xin Qiji "Han Gong Chun beginning of spring"

Flowers bloom and fall several times, and spring comes. Year: Song Author: Zhao Lingzhi "Fairy, Su Yu washes the empty shadow"

There is no way to live forever. Look at the flowers blooming and falling. There is no spring there. Year: Song Author: zhangyan's "Remembering the Past, Watching the Square Pot, Embracing the Green"

There are two joys and sorrows when flowers bloom and fall, and so do flowers and people. Year: Tang Author: "Two Screen Poems of Guangling Prostitutes"

Song and dance are secretly changed by the poor, and flowers bloom in several spring breeze. Year: Song Author: Wang Anshi's Five Miscellaneous Poems

Is it like an ancient nan in Huangtugangtou, blooming and falling? Year: Song Author: "Shake Flowers"

Flowers bloom and fall like washing, and suddenly I am a stranger. Year: Song Author: Zhao Chulian's "Nagato Complaints"

Flowers bloom and fall, not worrying about killing people. Year: Song Author: "Send Jiaxing Shouling Lake Pavilion"

Swallows go to swallow for the day, and flowers bloom and fall to send dusk. Year: Song Author: Wang Jue's Gong Ci

It's a pity to abstain from donating money. Year: Song Author: Shu Yuexiang's Plum Blossom Poetry

The ancients often used the poem description of "flowers bloom and flowers fall" to pin their thoughts and feelings. Usually, I don't write my feelings directly, but express my feelings through borrowing scenery, so describing the flowers blooming and falling has become a way to express my feelings.

Flowers bloom and fall, and the mind is as quiet as Zen (short literature)

Meditate on the depths of time, a scroll of poetry, half a cup of tea fragrance, time remains the same, and fine products are like springs. In the world of mortals, forget the past in a quiet place, only gather in the idle clouds, gather in the green time, and repair the past for a lifetime.

The glitz in the world is a lifetime. Bow your head to the world and look up at the blue sky. The moment the flowers bloom is reincarnation. Beyond dreams, the years that have passed have turned flowers into dust.

Walking in the world, after the prosperity, I only like Zen incense and keep a quiet, shallow joy, shallow love, simple heart and simple warmth; There is nothing in the heart, no joy, no worry, no fatigue and no disturbance, and the heart is naturally clean.

Life is a practice of experience. What is cultivated is the mind, and what is honed is the will. No matter what the cause of the past life is, whether you can see the way home in the afterlife and the fate of spiritual practice will always be a cycle of cause and effect.

Prosperity is trouble, pure thought is peace. On the other side of time, who is still waiting? Only letting go is the stability of the world. A stranger in the world, regardless of past grievances or love and hate in this life, is desolate for one season and speechless for the rest of his life.

Flowers bloom to see Buddha, and people see nature. Only after they realize that the past is gone forever, the rest of the time is as good as ever; I have always known that the world belongs to me and has nothing to do with others. The road of life must be calm.

Keeping silent is nothing more than washing away the lead, being a clean person, living a free and easy life, holding a bright life and practicing in the realm of Zen. Thousands of encounters and rubs in life pass through the dust in the cycle of gathering and scattering, and will eventually bloom in a round of Qingming.

Year is Zen, walking is Zen, sitting is Zen, mind is Zen, mind is Zen, as long as there is a mind of practice, everything is Zen. Zen is silence, silence is empty. If so, we will make a pilgrimage to a spiritual destination according to a promise of Zen in the dust.

The warmest thing in the world is not the sun, but a loving heart. Scenes of ordinary fireworks slowly rise with beautiful thoughts, compassionate flowers bloom all year round, and the warm breeze is as bright as spring. Love is not just a simple liking, but a conversion of the soul, and it is also clear that it is beautiful and safe to immerse yourself in the soul.

Qing is a lotus, and quietness is Zen. The fate of dust remains the same, a Zen relief, through the precipitation of years, folds the past time into a blooming lotus; A quiet warmth guards the safety of time and cultivates the years into a quiet and beautiful Zen.

Years, I just want to be a quiet person, a simple heart, and be kind to others. Time is always allowed to be soft, but also because it has witnessed too much kindness. There is sun and moon in silence, and joy in beauty. Letting go is peace, liberation is rebirth.

Shao Huafei, still immature, is no longer a teenager. Above the world of mortals, is the doomed separation still waiting for the reunion of the next cycle? Time is old, separated by the autumn wind of the years, under the bodhi tree, flowers bloom and fall, and the heart is as quiet as Zen.

5. Poetic operators about flowers blooming and falling

Yan songrui.

Not sex,

It seems that the frontier has made a mistake.

When the flowers bloom and fall,

It always depends on the eastern monarch.

You have to go,

Live high's appearance.

If the mountain flowers are blooming,

Mo Wen slaves return home.

Caigen Tan

Not surprised by honor or disgrace,

Watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court;

Whether to stay,

Wandering with clouds outside the sky.

Mourn for Yang Quan

Lu Xun

Is there any pride like in the old days?

Flowers bloom and fall for two reasons.

When will the tears fall on Jiang Nanyu?

Crying for Simin again

Spring, summer, autumn and winter are four seasons, and it is another year when flowers bloom and fall.

6. Seeking ancient poems to talk about flowers (with appreciation) Plum blossoms "Wang Anshi has several plums in one corner, and hanling is alone.

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. [Note] 1. Cold ling: braved the cold.

2. remote: remote. 3. For: Because.

4. Dark fragrance: refers to the faint fragrance of plum blossoms. [Explanation] In the corner, some plum blossoms bloom alone in the cold.

Why do you know from a distance that Bai Meihua is not snow? That's because there is a faint plum blossom fragrance. [Appreciation] Among the poems about plum blossoms sung by the ancients, one is quite famous, and that is "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" written by Lin Bu, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty before the author.

In particular, the poem "Shadows are shallow and dusk is fragrant" is known as Yongmei's swan song. Lin Bu, who has never been an official, married and had children, and lived alone on the hillside of an isolated mountain near the West Lake, growing plums and raising cranes, living in seclusion.

Therefore, when he wrote Yongmei's poems, he could only express his lofty thought of being divorced from social reality. The author's poems are different. He skillfully borrowed Lin Bu's poems, but he was able to bring forth the new.

Look at the plum blossoms he wrote. They are as white as snow. They grow in the corner without inferiority, and they exude a fragrance from a distance. The poet described the purity and beauty of plum blossom with snow by appreciating its noble character of not being afraid of cold, and pointed out that plum blossom has a "dark fragrance" more than snow, which shows the great charm of a strong and noble personality.

In the extremely complicated and difficult situation of the Northern Song Dynasty, the author actively reformed without support, and his lonely mentality and difficult situation naturally had something in common with Meihua. This little poem has profound implications, and the sentences are simple and natural, without any traces of carving.

Chrysanthemums in the Tang Dynasty and autumn shrubs in Yuan Zhen surrounded the house like Taoist priests, and the edge of the fence became more and more inclined. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.

Clusters of autumn chrysanthemums surround the house and look like the home of the poet Tao Yuanming. Looking at chrysanthemums around the fence, the sun will set before you know it.

It's not because chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but because they can't see better flowers after blooming. Appreciate the famous sentence written by Tao Qian, a great poet in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge, leisurely seeing Nanshan". Everyone knows his love for chrysanthemums, and chrysanthemums have gradually become a symbol of detached hermits.

No wonder Zhou Dunyi, a poet in the Song Dynasty, felt that there were not many real hermits after Tao Yuanming, and he wanted to make a big fuss about "the love of chrysanthemums was rarely heard after Tao Yuanming". There are many scholars who love chrysanthemums in the past dynasties, and those who sing chrysanthemums also have excellent works.

Chrysanthemum is a lyric poem written by Yuan Zhen, a poet in the middle Tang Dynasty. The poet loves chrysanthemums from the bottom of his heart: clusters of blooming chrysanthemums surround the house, and he enjoys these personally planted chrysanthemums along the bamboo fence, unaware that the sky is sinking.

The word "around" in the first sentence describes how many chrysanthemums are planted outside the house, giving people an elegant environment, such as the feeling of Tao Yuanming's home. The word "around" in the second sentence describes a strong interest in chrysanthemum appreciation, not staying in Dongli, but "walking around the fence" until I don't know when it will come.

He seems to love chrysanthemums more than Mr. Wu Liu. In just fourteen words, there are scenes, feelings and associations, which vividly outline a picture of a poet strolling through chrysanthemums and enjoying flowers and poems in autumn night, but he is happy to return.

The third sentence, with a sharp turn of negative sentences, points out that I don't love chrysanthemums for no reason. In late autumn, all the flowers wither, and only chrysanthemums can survive without withering. Their independent support adds abundant vitality to the world.

The poet loves life and nature. The chrysanthemums in full bloom at the end of these four seasons make him forget his feelings and can't give up his love. China's classical poems often express his feelings with things, such as Qu Yuan's Ode to an Orange and Chen Ziang's Feeling, all of which are examples.

Yuan Zhen's poem "Chrysanthemum" eulogizes the noble integrity and strong character of chrysanthemum, and also contains profound implications. This poem adopts the artistic conception in Tao's poems and is also sung in elegant and simple language, which is different from Tao Gong's full use of images. Instead, after describing the details, I told the reasons for loving Chrysanthemum in a self-narrative way without saying a word, leaving people with room for chewing imagination and enhancing its artistic appeal.

So it has always been loved by people. Mo Mei Wang Yuan noodles Mo Mei, the first tree in my Xiyan Lake, has a faint ink mark.

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Note (1) Mo Mei: Plum Blossom outlined by ink pen (2) Wu (wú): Me, myself.

(3) My home: My home. Because Wang Xizhi and Wang Mian share the same surname, Wang Mian thinks that Wang Xing is a family.

(4) Xiyan Lake: a pool for washing pens and inkstones after writing and painting. Wang Xizhi has a legend that "the middle school books in the pool are all black".

This is the allusion used here. (5) Pool head: the edge of the pool.

Head: On the side. (6) Light ink: In ink painting, ink colors are divided into four types: clear ink, light ink, thick ink and Jiao Mo.

What is said here is that the plum blossoms are dotted with faint ink. (7) mark: mark

(8) Clear air: the fragrance of plum blossoms. (9) Man Gankun: Diffuse between heaven and earth.

M: Diffuse. Gan Kun: Between heaven and earth.

There is a plum tree in the West Wild Goose Lake near my home, and the blooming plum blossoms are all covered with faint ink marks. No one needs to praise its beautiful color, as long as the fragrance of plum blossoms permeates between heaven and earth.

On the surface, the central idea of this poem is to praise the spirit of plum blossom, but in fact it describes the author's own spiritual temperament and loyalty and purity. It expresses the author's contempt for the secular world, and also embodies the author's noble sentiment of loyalty and self-control.

I can't remember for the time being.

7. Appreciation of the image of falling flowers in ancient poems "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more". In the words of Lu You, the poet "falls into the mud and grinds into dust, only the fragrance remains." Falling in love originally refers to the flowers blooming on the branches, but it is not something without feelings. Even if it turns into spring mud, it is willing to cultivate beautiful spring flowers to grow. Not for the unique fragrance, but to protect the flowers. Although the poet is divorced from the officialdom, he still cares about the fate of the country and never forgets his ambition to serve the country. He fully expresses the poet's strong feelings and becomes a famous sentence handed down from generation to generation.

"Huayang fell to the ground and cried" Huayang is catkin, a scene in late spring, which sets off a sad atmosphere.

"I don't hate this flower flying away, but I hate that the West Garden is difficult to compose." "In detail, it is not a flower, but a little bit is a tear."

The author wrote about other people's attitudes towards Huayang, expressing his concern about Huayang's fate. It seems heartless, but in fact it is intentional. From the running water in front of me, I remembered the tears of missing women; Flowers in the sky are reflected from the tears of thinking women. It can be said that there is reality in the virtual, and there is emptiness in the real, and the reality is mixed. Zheng criticized Dongpo Yuefu for "putting the finishing touch".