Flowers are similar every year, but different every year. Tonight, the flowers are covered with snow, but the face is not there? originate from

Li Huafeng, a peach blossom in Luoyang Oriental, flies around, and I don't know whose home it is.

Luoyang daughter cherishes color and sighs every fallen flower.

The color of fallen flowers has changed this year. Who will be there next year?

I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea.

Old friends no longer lament that the peach blossoms are dying in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still falling in the wind. Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.

Tell those young people in their prime that they should pity this half-dead old man. This man is bald and poor, but he is a beautiful young man.

Wang's son is singing and dancing under the tree and dancing before the falling flowers. Guangluchitai literature is brilliant, and Jiangjun Pavilion draws immortals 4.

When the old man is sick in bed, he is ignored. In the past, he had fun in the spring. Where is the Qing dance now? How long does it take to turn the moth eyebrow 5? After a while, the crane was disheveled and pale as silk.

But looking at ancient song and dance venues, only birds are sad at dusk.