A poem describing goodbye became a stranger.

"Flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year."

Things are people, not everything, tears flow first.

I don't know where to go, but the peach blossom in the spring breeze still smiles.

Jiang Lou gan JIU zhaowei

Alone at the bottom of the river, I vaguely thought that the moonlight was like water.

Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year.

The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.

Carved jade fence should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed Li Yu (Five Dynasties)

The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.

The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.

Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.

But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. (Tang)

Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage. (Tang) Du Mu

The peach blossom is still there, and the face is completely different!