Flowers wither and wither,
The autumn wind blows the leaves.
As soon as possible,
Infinite wind and light.
Disdain to fight for the group,
All flowers are jealous.
Autumn wind sweeps the leaves,
It's beautiful.
Operator. Talking about chrysanthemums (2)
All the flowers withered,
Autumn wind blows gently.
It's already cold,
There are still flowers.
Flowers do not compete for spring,
It blooms in cold autumn.
I just don't have the pride of plum blossoms.
Laugh at the autumn wind tour.