Poetry describing pity

Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains. Lu Youbu operator Yongmei

Flowers will reopen one day and people will no longer be young.

It's a pity that Qin Huang's Hanwu is a little literary talent, and Tang Zongsong's grandfathers are a little coquettish. A generation of arrogant Genghis Khan only knows how to shoot an eagle with a bow. Chun Xue in Qinyuan, Mao Zedong

The setting sun is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night. Tang Li Shangyin is the author of Le Garden Scenic Area.