Drink the east wind, and * * * calmly, hang Luocheng East. At that time, I always held hands and traveled all over the Champs.
It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry. The flowers this year are better than those last year. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who do you know?
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Li Huafeng, a peach blossom in Luoyang Oriental, flies around, and I don't know whose home it is.
Luoyang woman looks beautiful, sitting alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered plum blossoms, sighing long.
The peach blossom and plum blossom I saw this year have rotted in color. I wonder who can see the beautiful flowers in the flowering season next year?
I've seen pines and cypresses ruin their salaries, and I even heard that mulberry fields have turned into the sea.
The ancients never recovered from Luocheng East, but today people are particularly interested in falling wind.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.
Tell those young people in their prime that they should pity this half-dead old man.
Now he is white-haired and poor, but he is still a handsome young woman.
The old man in his later years once danced with the son of Yu Fangshu's son in the methotrexate song.
Guangluchitai weaves splendid scenery, and Jiangjun Pavilion paints immortals.
When the old man is sick in bed, he is ignored. In the past, he had fun in the spring. Where is the Qing dance now?
How long can we turn? The crane will be chaotic in an instant.
All the songs and dances of all ages, the birds left in the dusk are empty.