Suddenly like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of pear trees bloom.
There are hundreds of flowers in spring, a moon in autumn, cool wind in summer and snow in winter.
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.
The falling red is intentional, but the flowing water is ruthless.
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 people die without knowing it!
Yellow flowers pile up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now?
Falling flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect them.
Last night it rained and the wind blew, 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, 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.
When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do we know about the past?
It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns.
With tears in my eyes, I asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red color flew across the swing