Cuihu-"Guancheng South Village"
In the same room on the same day last year.
Pink peach blossoms set off a white and ruddy face.
The familiar face disappeared, and I don't know where it went.
Love and be loved
The color of flowers has changed this year.
Who will blossom next year?
I've seen pines and cypresses destroyed by salary,
I even heard that Sangtian turned into the sea.
The ancients recovered from the east of Luocheng,
Nowadays, people are still interested in falling in the wind.
Flowers are similar year after year,
Year after year, people are different. Generation of sad Pulsatilla Age: Tang Author: genre: Yuefu.
Things are people. Don't stop everything. Speak first. (Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring")