A poem describing the impermanence of the world

If Nalan Xingde's life is like the first time, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain.

More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.

Huanxisha, a glass of wine with new poetry, Yan Shu, a glass of wine with new poetry.

The weather was bad last year.

When will the sunset come back?

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.

Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.

"One prune, one boat crossing the Wujiang River" Jiang Jie is in the midst of spring worries.

The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs.

Qiuniangdu and Tainiangqiao, the wind is fluttering and the rain is whispering.

When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.

The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green.

Today last year, in this door of Cuihu, peach blossoms set each other off. People don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms in the spring breeze still smile. Ding Yang Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang had a hard time and the war was sparse.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.

The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.

If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.

It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.

It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening.

You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row.

Streamers are the easiest to throw away and become cherry red and banana green.

Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.

Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

If Nalan Xingde's life is like the first time, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain.

More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.

Huanxisha, a glass of wine with new poetry, Yan Shu, a glass of wine with new poetry.

The weather was bad last year.

When will the sunset come back?

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.

Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.

"One prune, one boat crossing the Wujiang River" Jiang Jie is in the midst of spring worries.

The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs.

Qiuniangdu and Tainiangqiao, the wind is fluttering and the rain is whispering.

When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.

The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green.

Today last year, in this door of Cuihu, peach blossoms set each other off. People don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms in the spring breeze still smile. Ding Yang Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang had a hard time and the war was sparse.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.

The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.