Pulsatilla elegans
Year: Tang Author: Style: Yuefu
Li Huafeng, a peach blossom in Luoyang Oriental, flies around, and I don't know whose home it is.
Luoyang daughter cherish color, sit sigh.
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 recovered from the east of Luocheng, and today people are still disappointed.
Flowers are similar year after year, and people are different year after year.
Send a message, happy, pity the Chinese Pulsatilla.
Unfortunately, the old man is bald. He is a beautiful young man.
Sun Fang, the son of the king, sang and danced under the tree until the flowers fell.
Guangluchitai is resplendent and magnificent, and Jiangjun Pavilion draws 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 a moth's eyebrows turn? In an instant, a crane knows everything.
But looking at ancient song and dance venues, only birds are sad at dusk!