Wei Zi Hualuo's copy

I'm a stranger, I'm singing, I don't care about my troubles, and I'm not worried about tomorrow. Mountains and water can forget each other, and stars and the moon can shine together. A person can also look at the running water. After the lotus blooms, he will be happy all his life.

Flowers bloom and fall. Why do flowers bloom happily and fall sadly? What is the reason for the silence in my heart when I drive to drink tea? Su Shi has a saying: "People's taste is pure happiness." The world is warm, how can it be bright and happy? Look at fate, so is this.

Fireworks are flying all over the sky. Who am I attractive to? It's just that Hua is drunk, and Hua is drunk. Quicksand quicksand is flying all over the sky. Who am I missing? Just fate comes and goes, fate is like water.

Flowers are in full bloom in the garden of youth. Close your eyes, I'm afraid every petal is you.

Let your eyes be full of longing, cross the boundless breeze and moonlight, and slowly light up your heart with warmth. The wind, blowing through the west window, through the alley, gently shaking his sleeves, drunk, tears streaming down his face. Who is dancing lightly, making the flowers wither in such a hurry? Who, still holding the pipa, half covered the frivolous voice. Heart, loss, slow calculation, lost past.

As for the love that has disappeared, you are no longer my spring warmth, you can be another person's flower.

At the moment of meeting, summer flowers bloom; Forever apart, Pu Cao is cool in autumn. When you are in my memory, the wind turns into snow; When you are in the real world, wandering around.

The missed years bloom in the desert in the north, but they are deserted in the spring and summer of reincarnation.

Memory is like a building with many windows. Some windows bask in winter bedding, and a beat is a piece of dust; Some windows are full of flowers and smell when they are opened.

Dream of the desert, don't kill time in the acropolis. Pavilion, loneliness at hand; Worried to listen, the world spreads the sound of silence. And slowly exhorted, the people did not stop.

As long as there are flowers, life is not allowed to be accompanied by gloom.

Flowers are on the other side, blooming on the other side, only flowers, no leaves.

When flowers bloom, I draw flowers. When the flowers withered, I drew myself. There you are. Of course I drew you. When you leave, I will draw a memory.

Flowers bloom, not for falling, but for the future. ...

Flowers bloom and fall, flowers bloom and fall, flowers compete for beauty, no flowers and no fruit, no wine company, it is common. If you want to spend your own flowers, you can see them. If you chase butterflies and scatter the flowers and pollen, there will be no flowers in your eyes. It is difficult to thank them.