The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
It rained and the wind blew violently last night, and I couldn’t get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin.
The wind is setting and the flowers are falling deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring.
How many flowers have fallen to the sound of wind and rain at night?
The fallen flower man is independent, and the little swift bird flies together.
When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity the red flowers and their fragrance?
Just look at the spring flowers gradually falling, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age.
Once in spring Although the beauty is old, the flowers fall and the people die without knowing it!
There are piles of yellow flowers all over the ground.
Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now?