Poetry about new love and old love?

Ask what love is in the world and teach us to live and die together. Flying far and wide, the old wings are cold and hot several times. Children are more stupid when they have a good time and leave bitter. If you have a language, there are clouds in Wan Li and snow in Qian Shan, who will you only go to? When crossing Fen Road, the flute and drum were lonely and the smoke was still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui is still secretly crying.