The most beautiful artistic conception of China's ancient poems.

1, Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, it's too soon. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

On this day last year, people's faces and peaches set each other off. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

3. Thousands of trees bloom in the easterly night. It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moth, snow, willow, golden thread. The laughter faded away. Looking for her in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

4, if life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan. It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

5, outside the bridge, lonely and open. It's dusk. I'm alone. It's windy and rainy. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.