What are the sentences that describe "the flowering period is short and must be cherished"?

I am very sad because a rain whipped me last night. I am very sad because a rain whipped me last night. I begged with my broken body, and my master forgot my glory. I was abandoned in a rotten corner, and I cried silently. The perfume master didn't appear, and my life ended in tears. I wonder, is this world cruel? Or is Bole hard to find? Don't!

Look at these flowers. The outdoor flowers are proud of Ao Shuang, and the indoor flowers are spoiled and delicate. People can't help but feel in love, and there is a feeling of love in winter. Unfortunately, these flowers are too short after all, just like life can't last long, but they didn't give up because of the short flowering period.

Years are old, and no flowers come back. Perhaps, the autumn leaves are not prosperous, but the flowers can't keep their fragrance. Perhaps, we have all stayed, but we can't keep the past rain flowers floating in the air. I just passed by on the road, but I was drenched, wet, cold and cold, and began to struggle painfully. Finally, I hurt myself by treading water back.

Who is different from the past, lingering several times, the flowering period is getting farther and farther, and the fleeting time is broken. It's better to look around the world and listen. The piano sounds around the clouds, but the flowers fade away and hate the sky. When we meet again, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable, but there are always people who want to linger, bid farewell to the past and the future, and look at yesterday's balcony, which is already a mirror. Looking for it, it's lonely and miserable.

When the spring breeze comes, I will come to see you with flowers. Flowers smile like spring without a bun. Tenderness turns into ripples and ripples in the sea of hearts. Every day is like today, getting drunk every year.

Don't wait for the flowers to fall, just sigh why life is bitter and sad! I hope you can come or not, your face is getting worse every year. I am not a natural monarch, and flowers are not the owners of flowers. Two relationships are thriving, but today you are timid and wasting your time in the flower season? Solution: the flowers have already fallen, so why sigh the joys and sorrows of life! The woman is looking forward to your absence, and over time, her face is getting old.

Flowers are picturesque, delicate and fragrant. Flowers bloom, but no one remembers them. Sad and painful flowering period, the end of flowering period is nobody's business. The world only loves gorgeous flowers, and flowers cry themselves to sleep.

The flowering period is like a dream, blowing off the flowers all over the sky, and the flowers are falling. Just like our mood, mixed with sadness and joy, a person meditates quietly. It is a wandering vine, an old tree, quiet and far away. It's refreshing to smell the fragrance of petals. Who is singing quietly? Who is in obscurity? What remains unchanged is eternity, wandering around the world, how many cares there will be, people come and go, all beings are in phase, who dances under the moon?

Missed the flowering period, who will care about those shadows and feel sorry for themselves? After missing the ending, who still misses the characters in the story? You and I, two ends of life, stand forever. The flowering period is like a tide, the spring grass thunders, and it grows into a scene that never fades, dancing all the way in each other's red leaf world. You and I, make jokes about gathering and parting, refresh the border of missing the country, mark the boundary, cut off the autumn waters in the sky, and pour out the silent pain.

Ten miles of red makeup to match, wedding candle faded red. Cock crow Xiao Yueyu pillow, Jiao Niang lying on her side to watch. But it is difficult for the emperor to go against his will and die without drinking poisonous wine. I dare not cry when I am idle at the bedside, and the cock crow urges the moon to be buried in the west. Half armor and half white, one step away. The green screen is heavy and the beads are fine, and the silver tears are condensed. There is no trace of fireworks in the south, and the beauty in the north is in love. May you miss me.

A cup of turbid wine will shed thousands of tears for you, shattering the starry sky like a dream, like the night of the eyes, like the cloud of judgment. Quietly passing away, wandering around the world, recalling and sighing, everything is in the wind. The red flowers on the bridge are raining and their colors are vicissitudes. Broken dust never made my face as white as snow, and my reflection rippled in the west like smoke. Looking at the sky outside the window, there are only empty clouds and a lonely blue sky, and everything else is empty.

China people spend millions of years, and folk love can show differences. Flowers bloom, flowers bloom, flowers bloom, and it will be her in ten thousand years.

Women are like flowers, and flowers have flowering periods. Once you miss it, even if it is fluttering in the wind, it is lonely.

Life is too long and the flowering period is too long.

At the age of 20, she bloomed proudly like a rose in the hall of the ivory tower. When the flowers are overflowing and cicadas are singing, she is always proud to refuse to bow her head and leave no room for the admiration of others. (2) The first pomegranate flower in the second summer was enchanting and dazzling. She was as silent as ever, without a ripple in her heart. There are jasmine flowers and tulips, and six are enjoying themselves in the snow.