The Legend of Hongzhuang Qingxi

The peach blossoms and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang City are flying around and falling into whose home? The daughter of Luoyang cherishes the color and sighs when she sees the falling flowers. The colors of the flowers will change this year, but who will be there next year when they bloom again? I have seen the pines and cypresses destroyed for wages, and I have even heard that the mulberry fields have turned into the sea. The ancients never restored the east of Luocheng, but today people still admire the wind of falling flowers. The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. If you send a message to a beauty who is in full bloom, you should pity the half-dead white-headed man. This old man is so pitiful with his white head, he is such a beautiful young man in the past. Prince Wang Sunfang is singing and dancing under the tree in front of the fallen flowers. Sitting in Wenjin Township, Luchitai, I painted immortals in the general's pavilion. Once I am sick and have no acquaintance, who will I have to spend my spring time with? How long can I turn my eyebrows? For a moment, the crane's hair was as messy as silk. But looking at the ancient singing and dancing place, only the birds are sad at dusk.