The flowers on the roadside are pitiful and unknown.
The wind blows in the wilderness at the right time, and as many passers-by come and go,
Looking and looking has its own feelings.
Spring is coming again, and the warm breeze is sultry.
No matter how hard the world goes, the flowers still bloom.
Flowers on the trees, flowers in the wilderness,
Flowers by the water, flowers in the wind,
Can’t bloom like a flower in my heart.
When a bird falls into the forest, which branch can it rest on?
With flowers blooming like this, why should we cherish the country?
The spring breeze blows slowly, and everything grows again.
If you want nothing, you will not get it; if you have no desire, you will get flowers in your dreams.
It is common to see flowers in the wind, and sometimes I am a guest in the mountains.
Thousands of flowers bloom, how many close friends are there?
Sometimes I see flowers, why do they bloom like that?
Many beautiful things always make people sad.
Spring is gone suddenly, and this life is gone.
Forget about the things behind you and take pity on the things in front of you.