There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
The flowers and trees are silent, and the drizzle is like the wind.
Dead water, broken fish beam, residual flower disease.
The residual flowers don't wait for the wind, and the spring is flying.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
Flowers and plants are blooming in front of us, little white is red, Yue Nv's cheeks are red, and the poor sunset is fragrant. Marriage and spring breeze don't need media.
In March, the yellow rain is crazy, the door closes at dusk, there is no plan to stay in spring, tears are silent, and red flies over the swing.
The film goes away with the running water and the colors are exposed one by one.
Warmth and beauty move with the warbler's wings, and fragrance and sadness are mixed with soil.
After the rain, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and a stream of flowers is fragrant.
I can fly and dance in the air, and I have turned into half makeup.
There are many artistic conceptions of falling flowers, some are sentimental, cherish the passing of spring, some simply appreciate the beauty of love, some return the earth to spring mud, and some are eternal spring in their hearts. . . . What kind do you want?