Thirty Poems by Tang Bohu on Falling Flowers 01 A Night of Autumn Wind The autumn wind passed through the mortal world one night, and the beautiful gardens were filled with poverty. When you bow your head, you can see the branches with all their glory, and when you raise your head, the dry fruits are full of kernels. Xuan Yun goes north to meet the cold messenger, and Cang Yan returns south to meet the warm god. There is no good or evil in the white horse passing through the gap, Xiaoxiang is sad and buries the flower people. 02 Lao Ji Fu Fang The sky is high and the clouds are light and it is autumn, and I don’t hesitate to be young and grey. When you are young, you lack hard work for half your life, and when you are old, you have to pay for everything. Taijun Qiyi carried out the military order, and Jiang Shang held his stick toward the fishhook. Wealth and poverty are all dreams, but there is no need to worry after all the vicissitudes of life. 03 Autumn comes to the north of Saibei. Autumn comes to the north of Saibei. The distant mountains are lonely, and the wild geese seem to be absent. The willow trees on the embankment are no longer as green as they used to be, and the flowers in the garden have long since changed to their old red color. In the deep mountains there are many woodcutters, and in the shallow ponds there are few fish and fishermen. The vicissitudes of life are like this, sometimes prosperous and sometimes withered. 04 Have no regrets in your life. You know when the flowers have fallen and the flowers have bloomed. When autumn comes and spring comes, the bees will be annoyed. There is no sense in looking for locust trees and osmanthus, but there is no selfishness in stepping on pistils and pecking at the fragrance. Hard work makes you sweet, not for your own use; hard work exchanges honey for others. Life is short and fleeting, turning into a fragrant soul wrapped around a cocoon. 05 The King of Flowers Peonies vie for beauty among hundreds of flowers, displaying wealth, nobility, elegance and elegance. Plain and light, Yao yellow and luminous white, bright and rich Wei purple and Luoyang red. The hall is filled with the fragrant charm of the pen description, and the fragrant ink is everywhere. Unexpectedly, one night of autumn cold passed, and the remaining branches and leaves were scattered to the east of the river. 06 Flowers bloom and fall. Flowers bloom and fall when they are new, but they give love to Luo Shen. Summer leaves the mountains full of green, and autumn drives away the spring. The wild valleys in the wilderness are piled with fallen leaves, and the lakeside embankments are covered with rotten dust. Who is it with tears in his eyes as he looks at the flowers falling again? 07 The flowers are in full bloom, the world of mortals has entered autumn, the glory of the past is lighter than that of today. Whoever takes away all the wealth will have a good reputation in his life and be inscribed on his tomb. Shi Ren went to the good heaven and committed evil deeds to the ghost city. The flowers are blooming in full bloom, are you contented and always singing happily? 08 Autumn in Saibei Autumn comes in the north of Saibei, and the weather is clear, and the fields are golden and beautiful. When the rain hits the rice, the bean sprouts dance, while the wind blows and the willows sing. The shepherd boy gets up early to play with the flying swallows, and the woodcutter returns home at night to listen to the singing orioles. Happy to see the harvest and celebrating together, the farmer gets drunk until dawn. 09 Willows are thin and flowers are yellow. Why does the autumn wind destroy the flowers? The leaves in the field are full of flowers. The wild geese flying south are dim and dim, and the golden roosters are falling in the west with long shadows. The weeping willow branches by the embankment look thin, and the green geese in the pond are singing unhappy. I also like the few rows of chrysanthemums in the garden, which bring peace of mind to them. 10 The grass and trees are withered and flourishing, and a line of wild geese dance in the sky, coming and going in the same way year after year; Autumn is gone and it is shameful to see the snow in the first month, but spring is happy to enjoy the March wind. The south of the Yangtze River is still green with thousands of rivers, and the mountains in the north of the Great Wall are already red; the grass and trees have withered and flourished, and life is in a wheel. 11 Cup in the Cool Night Sky Half a dark cloud covers the grass eaves, and the empty house has scattered tiles and no tiles. The sparse fence leans against the wind and passes through the courtyard, and the drooping curtains of the rotten households are drenched by the rain. How can a long night be silent without wine? With poems, one can enjoy a peaceful night. I listen to chants to my heart's content outside the window, and the empty cup with the remaining scrolls is at my fingertips. 12 Evening Photo of Mulberry Trees and trees have a time limit to flourish and wither, and people meet at the half-hundred-step autumn time. The mulberry tree does not complain about the late sunset, and the ambition does not complain about the late years. It is worth imitating Huang Zhong's old swordsmanship, but don't imitate the lazy man's lazy eyebrows. How many vicissitudes of life are there, how much love, bitterness, spicyness, sourness and sweetness can be told to whom. 13 The shadows of wild geese on autumn flowers. Don’t blame poets for sighing about late autumn. Thinking about the shadows of wild geese in the distance adds to their sorrow. The shallow water in the boat is full of resentment, and the mountains are full of frost-stained sorrow. Don't forget that the flowers have fallen in late autumn, but only the seeds remain in early spring. The breeze makes thousands of rivers green overnight, and the blue hills are dyed with brilliant purples and reds. 14 Autumn passes and spring comes. A lifetime of hard work can last a few times, and a person’s aspirations will fade away even if he lives a hundred years. Let young people work hard and work hard, and don't wait for old age to wash the cup with tears. The autumn rain sends the flying geese away, and the spring breeze urges the fragrance. Time flies, let it go, and the flowers bloom since my hard work? 15 Flowers reflect the sunset. In September, the yellow flowers reflect the sunset, and the warehouses full of rice are happy for the farmers. The cold dew of autumn destroys the red leaves, and the scorching sun shines on the green flowers all season long. Lao Ji does not mind that the journey is far, how can Sangyu lament that the sun is setting in the west. Cang Yan smiles at the view of the Western Mountains, don't learn from the ignorant frog in the well. 16 Chrysanthemum Wine on the Double Ninth Festival. Drinking Chrysanthemum on the Double Ninth Festival together with friends, we laugh and talk about the world a few times. The wrinkles on the forehead grow with age, and the gray hair on the temples grows with age. The lead flowers wash away the vicissitudes of life, and the dusk mist spreads out the beauty. When you are young and strong, you will have three cups of wine sooner or later. 17 Autumn Thoughts on the General's Platform Looking for a poem and a poem The ancient general's platform is full of broken bricks and tiles. The majesty has been covered by the dust, and the decay of the appearance can hardly be pushed back by the years. Beiling Mountain is high and beautiful, and the cold river water is cold. At that time, the place where soldiers were guarding the battlefield was already covered in green moss with sadness. 18 The setting sun shines in the evening. Tung branches and chrysanthemum leaves dress up in autumn glory. Who can compete with me to admire my solitary beauty? The wild wind blows the coriander trees down, and the moon and toads are hidden in the clouds in the night sky. The west mountain meets the sunset in the evening, and the east sea meets the colorful glow in the morning. Who knows that there is no beautiful shadow in the ruined flowers, even the milfs love them.

19 Evening photo of the mountain village. The sunset reflects the sunset and dyes the thrush, and the hut on the mountainside cooks at dusk. The shepherd boy collects his flute and plays the music of Sanxiang, and the student returns home and writes poems. The chrysanthemums in the garden behind the house are like brocade, and the willows outside the fence in front of the house are like silk. Last year there were a few sycamore seeds, but this year the branches are full of pleasant green. 20 Essays on Red Mansions It’s another new year in Xiaoxiang, and the story of Red Mansions is over. There are many beautiful women in the scroll, but when the scroll is closed, only the flower buryer can be seen. Deep love is difficult to endure at night in the boudoir, and dreams often leave spring in your dreams. Resentment in autumn turns into poetry and tears, resentment in autumn turns into hatred and anger. 21 A beautiful woman has a bad fate. A beautiful woman has a bad fate. It was difficult in ancient times, and the fate of the world was awakened. Bao Dai gathers green plum blossoms in the deserted grave, and wishes beams, bamboo horses and butterflies sleeping together. The lonely old man and the lonely woman have gray hair, and the resentful ghosts and wronged souls laugh out loud. Don't blame the mortal world for its lack of warmth and warmth. A book of scriptures can cross a lost ship. 22 Hongyan's Biography The wild goose dropped the note and opened his face with spring in his eyes. He was shy and smiling but angry. How could I know that two days of missing each other will bring harm to the people in my dreams for three autumns? In the morning, I hide my face in sorrow over the dowry, and in the evening, I look at the brocade tent and wipe it with tears. I caress my chest with a piece of red book to feel warm. I look forward to your return and am intoxicated by the greenery. 23 A House in the Mountains and Wilderness There is a firewood gate beside the mountain and water, with a six-foot sparse fence and a nine-foot garden. There are several pine and cypress trees behind the house, and Daoxiang Village is ten miles away in front of the house. The cock crows at dawn and urges work, and the dog barks at midnight to frighten the soul. As summer passes and autumn comes, the fields are full of bean sprouts, and as spring comes and winter comes, the willow trees are gone. 24 There is no trace of ink on the chest. I woke up from a dream in the middle of the night without a trace, but I kept my poetry with me for months. When I was laying out the notes on the case, I felt sad, and when I picked up the paper, I dipped it in ink and frowned. I am lazy in autumn and empty in summer. I regret it. How can I repay the kindness of my mother and my teacher? I just blame youth for not working hard, and books become useless and dull. 25 The wild geese fly south. The wild geese fly south during the winter and summer, and the picturesque scenery of mountains and rivers is fascinating. Crickets chirp in the frosty weather in the north of Saibei, and partridges crow in the warm wind south of the Yangtze River. The prosperous city is connected with high-rise buildings, and the wild mountains and wild rivers are connected with small villages. The road is far away and the sky is high and the wings are spread lightly, and the wind, food and dew are carried by the feathers. 26 Famous Quotes to Awaken the World The beautiful scenery of the West Lake is worth visiting, and you don’t have to worry about wealth and fame. The sea and the sky are vast, a thousand hatreds can be resolved, contentment is always a joy, and a hundred sorrows are gone. Coarse tea and light food hide good medicine, and a kind nature and sincerity hide away troubles. Repairing roads and building bridges adds blessings, and getting drunk in red buildings with a glass of dirty wine. 27 Wine accompanies the world of mortals. Although the epiphyllum is beautiful and fades in a hurry, the wealth and splendor are fleeting, the youth is full of passion and has white hair, and the mulberry trees are discouraged and complain about the autumn wind. When spring comes, don't miss the green garden; when autumn comes, you will only see a red tree. Let's spend our time in fine wine, and be drunk in laughter for three parts. 28 Time has no trace. The cold rain on the sparse road dresses the autumn city, and the crow of wild geese can be heard in the distance. The remaining wax on the screen window is dimly reflected in the moonlight, and the fallen leaves are frightened by the wind. The white horse does not stand for the beauty, but the green wine fills the pink face. Leaves are green and flowers are blooming for a hundred days, don't gamble on winning or losing with time. 29 A season of dry and prosperous autumn water, hibiscus and wild Nagisa, and maple mountains with chrysanthemum shadows in front of the setting sun. The flowers are blooming in all kinds of colors, and the leaves are falling in thousands of piles, which is pitiful. One-year-old fragrance turns into black soil, and two lamentations emerge from the world of mortals. Poverty, wealth, and honor are all determined by fate, and sorrows and joys, separation and reunion are always fate. 30 Writings about Falling Flowers Helplessly, the autumn wind blows at night, and the remaining flowers and leaves are left in my dreams. My stomach is full of sad things, and my pen is too weak to write euphemistic words. Now I hope that the flowers will fade away with the seasons, and I look forward to the time when the grass and trees will flourish again. Thirty-step poems contain thousands of sorrows. I know the bitterness, spicyness, sourness and sweetness.

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