the world of mortals is flourishing, and the water moon mirrors flowers.
Yesterday has gone, and the prosperity is over. There is water left in the cold mountain, and the weeds are sad.
the years are long and the world is boundless. See the scenery, ignore the sadness.
after a long time, heroes are gone.
sadly, how can the alternation of four seasons be reversed? However, Qiu Lai's leaves are yellow and the morning dew is easy to dry. Will those who see and hear not shed tears?
my husband, I like dead trees in early spring, I am afraid of hot summer, I am sad about falling leaves in autumn, and I am sad about clothes in the cold. Every time I think about this, I will linger on the scene, hurting spring and dying. Gradually worried, frustrated. If the world is like this, wouldn't it be a pity?
yesterday's yellow flowers die young today. Yesterday's account was warm and flowing, and there is nowhere to live tonight. What a beautiful woman with a white head, but she giggled at being romantic. The ruthlessness of the years is enough to exaggerate the beauty and make it instantly white.
The rapid passage of youth is just like a hundred rivers flowing into the East China Sea without going west. If the sky is pitiful and the long-cherished wish is fulfilled, the long river of years will suddenly return to the west. It must also be the end of spring, when the beauty dies of old age.
think about it, worry about it, hate it, and cry.
life is like a dream. In my dream, I spend flowers with my bare hands, and when I wake up, I lament my life.
the cycle of life and death is in the mirror. Yesterday, I was still swimming barefoot, but tonight, I am dreaming of coming back early.