In poetry, family affection is "the thread in a loving mother's hand, and the clothes on a wanderer's body";

Friendship is "I urge you to drink another glass of wine, leaving Yangguan in the west without any old friends";

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Love is "in spring, the threads of death are exhausted, and the wax torch turns to ashes before the tears dry up."

Family, friendship, and love can all be interpreted in the most poetic way in poetry.

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Flowers bloom in spring and fall in autumn. This is the law of nature.

Unknowingly, we have passed through the spring days when flowers are blooming, and have arrived at the autumn festival when flowers are falling. Once the branches were full of flowers, and hundreds of flowers were in full bloom; now the grass is delicious and the fallen flowers are colorful.

From buds to blooming branches, mature and withered, flowers can always bring us endless beauty. Its life is as sweet as a song and as beautiful as a picture, accompanying us from spring to autumn.

The falling flowers bid farewell to spring and summer and welcome autumn. Have you seen its beauty?

"The Year of Li Gui in the South of the Yangtze River"

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

It is common in Prince Qi's house, and I heard it several times in front of Cui Jiutang.

It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and you will meet again when the flowers are falling.

"Qujiang"

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

A flying flower reduces the spring, and the wind blows thousands of points, which makes people sad.

Look at the eyes full of lust, don’t be afraid of getting too much wine into your lips.

The small hall on the river is nesting with emeralds, and the lace high tomb is filled with unicorns.

If you think about physics carefully, you must enjoy yourself. Why bother with a false name?

"Falling Flowers"

Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

The guests in the high pavilion went unexpectedly, and the flowers in the small garden flew everywhere.

The jagged streets convey the slanting light.

My heart is broken and I still want to go home.

My heart is exhausted towards spring, and what I gain is my clothes.

"Untitled"

Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.

Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.

When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.

There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.

"Butterfly Love Flower·Spring Scene"

Song Dynasty Su Shi

The flowers have faded to red, green and small apricots.

When the swallows fly, green water surrounds people.

There are few willow trees blowing on the branches. There is no grass anywhere in the world.

The swing inside the wall and the road outside the wall.

Peders outside the wall, beautiful women inside the wall smile.

The laughter gradually disappeared and became quieter. Passionate but annoyed by ruthlessness.

"Shuilongyin·Ciyun Zhang Zhifu Yanghua Ci"

Song Dynasty Su Shi

It seems like a flower but not a flower, and no one cherishes it.

Leaving home and taking the road, my thoughts are ruthless and thoughtful.

The lingering damage to the soft intestines makes the eyes so sleepy that they want to open but also close.

The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, and is called by the oriole again.

Don’t hate the flowers that have all flown away. I hate the West Garden. It’s hard to decorate the red flowers.

The rain has passed at dawn, where is the trace? A pool of broken apples.

There are three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust, and one part of running water.

Looking carefully, it is not Yanghua, but the tears of separation.

"Donglan Pear Blossoms"

Song Dynasty Su Shi

The pear blossoms are pale white and the willows are dark green, and catkins fly all over the city.

Melancholy A tree with snow in the east column makes life so clear.

"Thousand Years Old"

Song Dynasty Qin Guan

Outside the sand by the water, the spring cold in the city retreats.