Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning. Lu You in the Spring Rain in Lin 'an
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different every year. A generation of sad Chinese Pulsatilla Liu Xiyi
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. Ewong?, the remnant of spring.
Declining orchid to send guests to Xianyang Road, if the sky is old. Li He, the immortal song of gold and bronze in Han Dynasty
Don't hate your heart with color, it's easy to touch your heart when the color is light. "No regrets" Mei Yao Chen
Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want. Li Shu (Book of Songs)