A sad poem

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of worry-free, this situation can not be eliminated, you can only frown, but also take it to heart. When is the spring flower and autumn moon? What do I know about the past? Last night, the east wind blew in the small building, which made our country look back. In the middle of next month, the jade fence should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed it and asked how much you can worry about, just like a river flowing eastward.

At dusk, the clouds are always sad, the brain is refreshed, the golden beast disappears, the Double Ninth Festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is cool in the middle of the night. After dusk, the wine in Dongli has a faint fragrance and sleeves, which are not attractive. Curtains are thinner than yellow flowers.

The ancient road is sparse and the sun sets. Heartbroken people don't know where they are, but the green waves still flow east.

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.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .

Over the years, it should be that its moments of beauty have been in vain, even though there are thousands of customs, who should I tell?