A poem that describes how many years have passed in a hurry and has unforgettable memories. Urgent!

Wulingchun

Li Qingzhao

The wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have come out.

Tired of combing my hair at night.

Things are still there, and people have already left.

Tears flow first when you want to talk.

I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good.

I also plan to canoe Pan.

I'm afraid of Shuangxi's boat

I can't worry much.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

Yu Li

When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?

The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.