Life is like a flower in March.

Nalan ci

Nalanrongruo

Life is like a flower in March,

I will miss it all my life.

Come like flying flowers, scatter like smoke,

Drunk and don't know the age limit.

I once worshipped a man. He has the appearance of well-proportioned trees in Lan Zhi, and he has infinite talents. I hope to be his girl, and I hope that he will gently hold my hand on a spring evening and make an unswerving vow for me in this life; I hope he will seriously kiss my eyebrows on a rainy summer night and tell me what to do; I hope he can help me put on my silk robe quietly on an autumn morning, so as to reduce the bleak life for me; I hope he can run hand in hand with me in the endless snowfield on a winter afternoon and say with a smile that we are two people from generation to generation.

However, in this life, I am just a pear tree, growing on the road he must pass. I always look forward to windy early spring, which is my most beautiful time. He walked by, watching me shake off the pear blossom rain in the wind, and his eyes were full of drunkenness.

Nalan Rong Ruo, my beloved son. He wrote a poem: "Life is like a March flower, and I will miss it all my life." Yes, in March, how short my flowering period is; In the moment of a gust of wind, can occupy the childe's mind. Life is not like this. After thinking for a long time, I still can't escape the fate of death.

Fortunately, in all the muddleheaded years, after all, there have been moments of dancing. That is the petal rain with which I dance. With the wind coming to you, I know I will get stuck in the mud at zero, but I want to see the infatuation in your eyes. The wind is calm after all. I have rain, scattered everywhere, under the eaves, by the water, on the dirt road ... can there be a petal in Nalan's heart?

You are a husband who has read many books and is both civil and military, but you can't escape the early death at the age of 30. Maybe you remember, maybe you forget; In many early spring, I have been longing for the warm wind blowing from the south to bring my pink heart to your brow.