Rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it. Plum, Rain and Pear by Yin Mingtang.
Close the boudoir door and listen to the sound of the rain beating pear blossoms through the window, thus failing to live up to youth and wasting it.
When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one. The Witch by Don Du Qiuniang
Fold the flowers when they can, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding an empty branch.
I want to buy osmanthus with wine, but I don't like it. Lu Tu was written by Liu in Song Dynasty.
Want to fold the laurel branches, a pot of wine boating on the water, but never have the heroism of youth.
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Song Yan Shu's "Huanxisha A Drink of New Words"
I can't help it when the flowers fall, and the returning swallows are familiar.
Old tours are hard to find anywhere. Nowhere to find, only a teenager's heart. Song can't be "Xiao Chongshan, Ming Shen"
Traces of the past can be seen everywhere now. But nowhere to be found, this is a young heart.
Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. Meeting Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong by Li Yu in the Five Dynasties
The red flowers in the Woods have withered, so we left in a hurry. It is also helpless. How can flowers stand the cold rain in the morning and the cold wind at night?