Flowers are similar year after year, and people are different year after year. What is a poem?

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

Flowers bloom and fall year after year, but with the passage of time, people's youth is no longer immortal.

A generation of sad Chinese Pulsatilla Liu Xiyi

Li Huafeng, a peach blossom in Luoyang Oriental, flies around, and I don't know whose home it is.

Luoyang daughter cherishes color and sighs every fallen flower.

The color of fallen flowers has changed this year. Who will be there next year?

I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea.

Old friends no longer lament that the peach blossoms are dying in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still falling in the wind.

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

Tell those young people in their prime that they should pity this half-dead old man.

Now he is white-haired and poor, but he is still a handsome young woman.

The old man in his later years once danced with the son of Yu Fangshu's son in the methotrexate song.

There are also beautiful decorative billiard tables like Guanglu Xun Imperial Guards and Horses in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and there are also those with colorful fairy painted in the mourning hall like Liang Ji.

When the old man is sick in bed, he is ignored. In the past, he had fun in the spring. Where is the Qing dance now?

How many times can a beautiful woman like a beautiful woman last? After a while, the crane was disheveled and pale as silk.

But looking at ancient song and dance venues, only birds are sad at dusk.

Peach blossoms and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang are in full bloom, and the flowers are blown away by the wind and I don't know whose home they are in. The girls in Luoyang love the beauty of flowers and sigh every time they meet dead leaves. The withering of flowers has changed the face this year. Who will be there when the flowers bloom next year? I've seen pines and cypresses wither into firewood, and I've heard that Woye has become the sea. The dead have gone to the eastern suburb of Luoyang, and the living still sigh the wind that ruined flowers. How similar flowers bloom and fall year after year, but people are different year after year. Advise those young people who are full of youthful vitality to sympathize with the poor, dying white-haired old man. The old man really deserves sympathy and pity. He is also a romantic and handsome young man. Those sons and grandchildren gathered under fragrant trees and danced in front of colorful flowers. The pool terrace of high-ranking officials and dignitaries' homes is covered with splendid scenery, and beautiful women wander in the pavilions of generals' military families. Once sick in bed, nobody cares. Where is the scene of eating, drinking and dancing in the third spring? How long can you be beautiful? In a blink of an eye, your hair is white and messy. Look at the old ballroom, only the birds at dusk are singing in the cold wind.