Beautiful Poetry About Flowers Fading 1. Sentences Describing Flowers Fading

The apricot blossoms of the sky sprinkled one after another, fluttering and falling to the ground, leaving behind a ground full of red color, so gorgeous. It is a beautiful dance that returns to the dust.

The wind transit, countless petals fluttering in the air and down, fluttering, a flower, a petal, holding a wisp of incense, refreshing people's lungs, drunk who.

Full of pear blossoms, pieces of blown down petals in the air roaming, blowing to the face of the two men, the faint thin incense intoxicated and confused - "Flickering smile: poison doctor abandoned after"

The home raised roses, not many days, just in the dead of night, I heard the sound of the flowers falling. At first it was a tentative "pop", like a drop of rain hitting the table. Then, in a flurry of "popping" sounds, countless shot butterflies have fallen down from the sky.

At that moment, the night was really quiet, so quiet that listening to their own breathing is like listening to the rising and falling tides. The whole person is hanging in mid-air by the sound of falling flowers, pointed ears, hear the heart of a shock, like listening to a brewing conspiracy.

Getting up early, the table full of fallen flowers lying there, peacefully and quietly. How can one believe that it has experienced such a thrilling night?

Even if the rose petals fall, they are still alive and fresh; there is still a kind of fat texture, satin luster and warmth. I didn't believe, at all, that it was the corpse of a flower, and never let my mother clean it up. Look at them out of the crowded branches, free to stretch lying there, it seems not clustered in the branches more of a kind of beauty of the world.

This world, every day seems to hear the sound of flowers falling.

Like cherry blossoms, pear blossoms, peach blossoms, such a soft and elegant flowers, I never see their shedding as a kind of death. They are just in the wind's soft call, realize that they were once angels with wings, they try to break free from the branches, try to fly, gently flew out ......

However, there is a kind of flower fall in this world that scares me. It doesn't ask any questions, there is no warning, in the unexpected, the whole whole capricious, reckless, irresponsible bone rolling down, really let a person's heart jump. I once kept a pot of camellias, this is such a shocking death. I was horrified and have been afraid of camellias ever since. Afraid of its extreme and fierce, and that kind of suicidal sadness. I don't know so gentle and Zen tea tree, how can bloom such a tragic flower.

That said, I still like the countryside that kind of small daisies, open not matter of publicity, thank you also implicitly silent. Its withering is not a storm said to come, it is just still quiet and warm snuggled in the receptacle, a little bit thin, a little bit of gaunt, and then do not show signs of the winter in the depression, and the whole season together with the old.

-- "Mud embryo network Liu Liran The sound of flowers falling"

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2. Can anyone help me find the poignant sentences or poems about the flowers, preferably the flowers withered

Flowers from the water from the water, a kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows. The love has no plan to eliminate, only under the eyebrow, but on the heart. I am tired of combing my hair in the evening. I want to talk about the tears first flow "Wuling Spring" Li Qingzhao

If you like the type of falling flowers of the poignant sentence, I suggest you look at the words of Li Qingzhao, she likes flowers, late in life to write the words have a sense of poignancy, and there are flowers, the text of the refined and unique.