Poetry with years.

Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.

People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.

On this day last year, in this door, people's faces and peaches set each other off. 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.

On the first night of this year, the moon and the lights were still there. I didn't see anyone last year, and my sleeves were wet with tears! "Original check"

Where are the people who come to see the moon? The scenery is vaguely like last year. Zhao Wei's Thought of Jiang Lou

The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years. Where is the emperor in the pavilion today? The Yangtze River flows freely outside the sill. Wang Teng Pavilion in Wang Bo

Huanxisha

Song Yan Shu

A new word, a glass of wine,

The weather was bad last year.

When will the sunset come back?

There is nothing to do. Flowers fall,

Deja vu, Yan returns.

Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.

Yellow Crane Tower A long time ago, a yellow crane carried a saint to heaven. Now there is nothing left but the Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao.

Today, people can't see the ancient moon. This month, they have taken photos of the ancients. Li Bai's "Drink Poison to Quench Thirst"

Endless, from generation to generation, Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"

Life has been hurt several times, but Taiwan Province is still cold. Today, every sea is home, so it rains and falls. Liu Yuxi's old-time thoughts in the West Fort.

Everything is different, and so are the things that come together. He Zhu's half-dead child