On this day last year, in this door, people's faces and peaches set each other off.
People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
Don Zhao Xia's Thought of Jiang Lou
Alone at the bottom of the river, I vaguely thought that the moonlight was like water.
Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year.
Song Ouyang Xiu's Life Chess Manual
Last January, the flower market was brightly lit. On the moon, the willow shoots open, and people are about after dusk.
In January this year, the moon and the lights were still there. I haven't seen you last year, and my sleeves are wet with tears.
On Poetry's Nostalgia for Mianchi's "Heer"
What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying in snow.
I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing.
The old monk is dead and has become a new tower. There is no reason to look at the old topic with a broken wall.
Remember whether the past was rugged or not, and the long road was full of people.
Tang Yuxi's "Wuyi Xiang"
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.