Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

Operator Yongmei Liu Kezhuang

Petals are like butterfly wings, bright red, small and lovely. If God doesn't love flowers, why are they so cleverly designed?

When I saw the trees blooming in the morning, there was not much left at night. If they say God loves flowers, why destroy them with wind and rain?

Chen, the back garden flower of Yushu

Lin is on the shelf. The new clothes are gorgeous and beautiful. Yinghu couldn't get in at first, so he greeted with a smile.

Demon Ji's face is like a flower with dew, and Yushu flows in the backyard. Flowers bloom and fall in a short time, and the ground is silent!

Zuo Ye Li Hua (with Wang Wei and Huang Furan) Don Qiu Wei

Cool beauty deceives snow, and fragrance enters clothes first. Spring breeze, please continue to move its petals, I hope this beautiful flower can fall on the jade steps of the palace hall.

2. Excuse me, there are many sources of great gods ~ mainly a couplet for signature: Part I: Flowers bloom and flowers fall and Part II: Origin and extinction.

Originated from a signature: flowers bloom and flowers fall empty, fate gathers, and fate ends. Peach blossoms are raining, and they don't want to come to the wind in cold nights. Flowers fall red, and they are buried in Hua Zhong on a dusty night. Walking around the room is full of fragrance, and I often worry about the wet eyes, the weather is moving, and the weather is strange. There is such a couplet in "Little Window": Don't be shocked by humiliation, just watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; There is no intention of staying or staying, and the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable.

This sentence means that when people do things, they can be as ordinary as flowers and flowers, and they can be calm; See if you want to keep the position, it can be unintentional. Flowers bloom and fall is the most common phenomenon in nature.

Life is like flowers blooming and falling. When the flowers bloom, there is splendor, and when the flowers fall, there is sorrow. No one can skip one of these processes. Cao Xueqin's work "A Dream of Red Mansions" includes "Burying Flowers". Flowers are flying all over the sky, and the fragrance disappears. Who has pity? The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk, full of sorrow and nowhere to complain. Hoe flowers out of embroidered curtains with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again? The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei.

Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless! 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 it be glamorous? Once adrift, it's hard to find. Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them suffocate in front of the steps.

I only shed tears when I hoe incense, but I saw blood stains on the branches above. The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door.

When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm. Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of trouble.

Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence. I heard a sad song outside the court last night, 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 slaves grow wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.

After all, where is Xiangshan? Hide the wind without a trick. It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.

I was a dead slave, and I was buried. I don't know when slaves will die. The slave who buried the flowers smiled today, but who did he know when he buried the slave? 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! -Twenty-seven times, the butterflies in Cuiting Yang Fei's play were buried in the fragrant grave, and the swallows died crying. So in modern times, many people use flowers to express their frustration in love.

3. What is the poem describing "Flowers wither and plum blossoms bloom"? What is the poem describing "Flowers wither and plum blossoms bloom"? Sorry, I'm just ignorant.

I really don't know. But I found some poems about plum blossoms online, hoping to help you.

This body is in a forest of ice and snow, different from peaches and plums. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li.

Seven new plums were planted by the pool, and I wanted to wait until the flowers arrived. Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you.

Fahua looks for spring and likes to see Mei, which is a pile of snow on the road. Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post.

Painters don't make powder and fat noodles, but they are afraid that others will think I am straight. We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man.

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ? Plum blossoms break before, but more after.

I never know that spring is good, what is the most annoying thing? The snow trees are the same color, and the river wind is its own school. I can't see my hometown, and the witch is gloomy and rugged.

Every year, the fragrant letter bears red berries, and the river hangs down to open. Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots.

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. It is not enough to know the snow from a distance, because it has a faint fragrance.

In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green. No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.

At first, there was snow in the calyx, so it was difficult to draw a picture alone. There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.

Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease. Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy.

The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.

Early plum trees reflect Chu Tianbi. The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white.

I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question. Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can be used to comfort the thoughts of distant friends?

It's a little messy I hope you don't mind.

4. A sad poem about everything dying in winter.

Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty)

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

It means that the surrounding mountains are undulating, empty, and there are no birds singing and traces. There are no traces of people in all the paths that shuttle inside and outside the mountain. Only on the wide and calm river, an old fisherman wearing hemp fiber and hat is sitting alone in a lonely boat fishing.

Jiang Xue is a five-character landscape poem written by Liu Zongyuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. It describes a cold river, with no pedestrians and birds, only an old man alone in the boat, fishing silently. This is a picture of the snow scene in Zhangjiang Township. The mountain is snow and the road is white. The birds disappeared, and so did the people. The distant scenery is boundless, and your scenery is lonely and cold. The artistic conception is secluded and lonely. The fisherman's image is beautifully carved, clear and complete. Poetry uses rhyme, which always enhances taste and is powerful. Poets through the ages always talk to each other. Throughout the ages, Dan Qing's wonderful hands have been scrambling to draw many moving snow scenes on the river.

"Bitter Cold" Meng Jiao

It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.

There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.

Knocking on a stone can't make a fire.

What's the point of adjusting bitterness? It is frozen in this chapter.

The artistic conception expressed in this poem is: Meng Jiao was down and out all his life, and many poems cried for hunger and cold, and poured out their bitterness. His masterpiece "Song of Bitterness and Cold" is a sad portrayal of the poet's life.

About the author: This poem was written by Meng Jiao, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. Meng Jiao, the word Dongye. Wu Kang, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang). In his early years, his family was poor and he traveled to Hunan and Guangxi, but he never met each other and tried again and again. At the age of 46, he began to learn, and at the age of 50, he became a lieutenant in Liyang. At the beginning of Yuan Hechu, he was engaged in land and water transportation in Henan, trying to understand Lolita and settled in Luoyang. In the ninth year of Yuanhe, he died in Ganxiang (now Lingbao, Henan). Zhang Ji married Mr Yao Zhen privately. Meng Jiao specializes in writing ancient poems, and there are more than 500 existing poems, mostly short stories and five ancient poems.