Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
I didn't see last year's tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt.
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
At that time, the bright moon was shining in the sky.
Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients.
And my creativity.
The bright moon sank into the river, and the branches opened and exposed.
There is no trace of the old days in the place of death and fear.