The flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky,
Who can pity the red and the fragrant?
Gossamer soft style floating spring pavilion,
The fallen catkins lightly touched the embroidered curtain.
Three hundred and sixty days a year,
The wind, the frost, and the sword force each other fiercely.
How long can the bright and fresh beauty last?
Once wandering, it is hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see when they bloom but hard to find when they fall,
In front of the steps, there is a sad person burying flowers.
Leaning alone on the flower hoe, shedding tears secretly,
Sprinkle empty branches and see traces of blood.
May the slaves grow wings under their wings,
Fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.
The end of the world,
Where is the fragrant hill?
It's not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones,
A cup of pure earth covers the wind.
The essence comes and goes clean,
Better than the sewage and ditches.
Now that you have died, you will be buried.
It is unknown when Nong will die.
Now the people who bury flowers are laughing like crazy,
Do you know who he was buried in?
The end of the world,
Where is the fragrant hill?
Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall,
That's when Hongyan dies of old age.
Once the beauty is gone, the beauty will grow old,
Flowers fall and people die without knowing it!
Khan-_-: (Actually, it is the story of Lvzhu {My story is generally not related to history, I just borrowed the name
Intention:
Haha, good start. Come on.