1. Sentences describing the withering of flowers

The apricot blossoms scattered all over the sky, fluttering to the ground, leaving a bright red all over the ground, so gorgeous. With beautiful dance steps, return to dust.

As the wind passes by, countless petals flutter down in the sky, swaying, one by one, holding wisps of agarwood, refreshing the heart and making anyone drunk.

Pear blossoms were everywhere, and the fallen petals were flying in the air, blowing onto their faces. The faint fragrance was intoxicating and alluring - "Laughing with Flowers: The Poison Doctor Abandoned the Queen"

I raised roses at home, and a few days later, in the dead of night, I heard the sound of the flowers falling. At first there was a tentative "pop", like a drop of rain hitting the table. Immediately afterwards, with a series of "pop" sounds, countless shot butterflies fell from high altitude.

The night was so quiet at that moment, so quiet that listening to your own breathing was like listening to the rising and falling tide. The whole person was hung up in the air by the sound of falling flowers, and his ears were pointed, and he was startled when he heard it, as if he was hearing a conspiracy that was brewing.

When I got up early, the table full of fallen flowers lay quietly there, peaceful and tranquil. It's hard to believe that it experienced such a thrilling night.

Even if the rose petals have fallen, they are still alive and fresh; they still have a fat texture, satin luster and warmth. I didn't believe it at all. This was Hua's body, and she never let her mother clean it up. Watching them escape from the crowding on the branches and lie there freely and stretched, it seems that they have a more independent beauty without being clustered on the branches.

In this world, it seems that you can hear the sound of falling flowers every day.

I never regard the fall of soft and elegant flowers like cherry blossoms, pear blossoms, and peach blossoms as a kind of death. They just felt that they were once angels with wings in the gentle breeze of the wind, so they tried to break free from the branches, tried to fly, and flew out lightly...

However, this There is a kind of flower falling in the world that scares me. It was careless and without any warning. It was caught off guard and the whole flower rolled down willfully, recklessly and irresponsibly. It was really frightening. I once raised a pot of camellia, and it died in such a shocking way. I was so horrified that I was afraid of camellias ever since. I'm afraid of its extremeness and vehemence, as well as its tragic suicidal nature. I wonder how a tea tree that is so gentle and meditative could bloom with such tragic flowers.

Speaking of which, I still like the small daisies in the countryside, which bloom quietly and express gratitude implicitly and silently. Its withering does not come as soon as the storm comes. It just clings to the flower receptacle quietly and warmly, getting thinner and haggard little by little, and then grows old together with the whole season without showing any trace in the bleakness of winter.

——"The sound of flowers falling from Liu Liran on the Mud embryo network"

I hope it is useful to you 2. What are the poems that describe flowers that are easy to wither?

1. " Happy Meeting · The forest flowers have faded their spring blossoms"

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

The forest flowers have faded their spring blossoms, too hastily. Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.

The tears of rouge will make you drunk, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water.

2. "Red Window Moon·The Flowers of the Returned Swallows Wither"

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

The flowers of the Returned Swallows faded earlier and later. Qingming. It's an ordinary scenery, two different moods. I still remember that in the shadow of the green peach, I vowed to live three lives.

The delicate red seal script on black silk paper is full of spring stars. Daoxiu made a secret agreement and learned about the deep alliance. After speaking, a trace of fragrant dew wets the silver screen.

3. "Ode to the Burial of Flowers"

Qing Dynasty: Cao Xueqin

When the flowers fade and the sky is filled with flowers, who will pity them when their red color disappears and their fragrance is gone?

The soft hairspring ties the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtains.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of melancholy and unable to find relief.

Peel the flowers out of the embroidered curtain with your hands, and bear to step on the fallen flowers back and forth.

Willow silk and elm pods will bloom from time to time, regardless of peach blossoms and plum blossoms;

The peaches and plums will bloom again next year, who will be in my boudoir next year?

The fragrant nest has been built in March, the swallows in the beams are so ruthless!

Although you can peck at the flowers next year, you won’t be able to leave an empty nest without leaving the beams.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other;

How long can the bright beauty last, it is hard to find it once it is wandering.

Flowers are easy to see when they are in bloom but hard to find when they are gone. I worry about killing and burying the flowers in front of the steps.

Leaning alone on the flowers, my tears are secretly shed, and blood stains can be seen on the empty branches.

The cuckoo is speechless at dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door;

The green lantern shines on the wall, and the man is sleeping for the first time, while the cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm.

What happened to the strange slave is doubly distressing? Half pity for spring and half angry for spring.

The spring of pity comes and goes, and the anger goes away, and the words go away without being heard.

There was a sad song outside the court last night. Do you know it is the soul of flowers and birds?

It is hard to keep the soul of a flower and the soul of a bird. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed;

I wish I could have wings today and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.

Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky?

It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, but a handful of pure soil to cover up the wind.

It is better to come and go clean than to be trapped in filthy ditches.

You have died and been buried. I wonder when you will be buried.

The person who buries flowers today is laughing like crazy, who will he bury next year?

Just look at the flowers falling in spring, which is the time when the beauties will die of old age;

Once the spring is over, the beauties will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it!

4. "Linjiang Immortal: Composed at a Banquet in Yangzhou at Night"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Who cares about Li Bai when he respects wine? The thatched cottage points to the east of the Yangtze River. The bead curtain is ten miles away and the fragrant wind rolls. Flowers bloom and fade, and there are thousands of separation and hatred.

The light boat crossed the river overnight and arrived, suddenly laughing and fading. The voice still has Wu Nong's own voice. At the end of the night, facing the wine shop, I am still dreaming.

5. "Youth"

Tang Dynasty: Han Xi

The eyes and minds are not yet over, and they secretly make an appointment with Qin Lou.

Time is too much for me to meet, and emotions make people unable to be free.

The fragrance will cover your knees at night, and you should scratch your head with jade when you feel bored.

The cherry blossoms fade and the pear blossoms fade, and the heart is broken and youth is full of sorrow.

6. "Putian Le·Yong Shi"

Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Mingshan

Luoyang flowers, Liang Yuanyue, good flowers must be bought, and bright moons must be credited.

The flowers leaned against the railings and bloomed, and the moon asked for wine for the reunion night.

The moon is full of profits and losses, the flowers are blooming and withering, I think of farewell as the most painful thing in life.

The flowers have faded and spring is approaching. The moon has faded and the Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived. When will people come back after they have gone?