At that time, you burst into tears

The eaves are like cliffs, the wind bells are like the sea, I am waiting for Yan to return... With this faint voice, I am silent, relying on the window alone, my eyes are scattered, there is no focus. Just staying alone, using thoughts to get around the depth of that moment.

"Flower Xie Huafei flying all over the sky, who has pity for the red fragrance?" The spring of the peach blossoms, the colorful fall in the air. It’s just that you whimper between the flowers and flowers. Waving flowers, I don’t feel my eyes blinking, tears streaming. Once upon a time, the flower thought that it was the same as the ancient times; once upon a time, you also thought that your flower and face will not fade. Just now that the flowers are falling, you are self-blaming. You know, "Tao Li can re-issue next year," but he still said, "Who knows in the middle of next year?" I don't understand, that is, it can be like a phoenix, why bother to make that time?

“When it’s bright, it’s hard to find it.” Perhaps the flower’s embarrassment is just an instant, like a flash in the pan. At that moment, you can pause the picture and show your own charm, but in the end you can't escape the disappearance of the bustling. However, you are different. Your embarrassment is not just an instant. Even after hundreds of years, some people still talk about it. Just sigh your choice, why should it be so dying like that flower? This is the 阆苑仙葩, but ultimately chose to die! "Individually, the flower buds shed tears and sprinkle the empty branches and see the bloodstains." Your tears are always sprinkled forever, until the tear marks become blood marks! Until the end of the years!

"If you don't have a good sac, you will cover the wind." The quicksand has slowly passed away from your fingertips, covering up the blasphemy. The Swallows in the Liang Dynasty are unpredictable, still whispering. Then you smiled and said: "A spring is full of red and old, and the flowers are dead and dead!" I don't say, understand the helplessness of the flowers, your sadness...

Your tears fall in the evening of the spring, the scent of peach blossoms between the flowers, I can't bear to hear it again. When all this has become eternal, there is no script for your choice. When you bury the flowers, tears are scratched on the blue sky.

I knew this before, but I didn’t want to bury the burial flower. I don’t know if I couldn’t hide it.

The flower buds of the year are now afraid that the flowers will be full, but you will never come back again...

Jiabing No. 2 Middle School, Gaochun Town, Meizhou City, Guangdong Province: Liu Baiyang