Who will be here next year?
I've seen pines and cypresses destroyed by salary,
I even heard that Sangtian turned into the sea.
The ancients recovered from the east of Luocheng,
Today, people are still interested in falling in the wind
Flowers are similar year after year,
Every year is different. Generation of Pulsatilla Age: Tang Author: Style: Yuefu
Things are people. Don't stop everything. Speak first. (Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring")
Cuihu-"Guancheng South Village"
In the same room on the same day last year.
Pink peach blossoms set off a white and ruddy face.
The familiar face disappeared, and I don't know where it went.
Love and be loved