1, the sadness and joy of the wind, a falling flower and a broken flower, can not be outlined by strokes, the past life is ink, this life is a memory.

2. The wind and the moon are fine, the clouds and water are still there, with a trace of expectation, the years that are yellow and fleeting, the endless beauty of the fallen flowers, the songs of the Millennium, with a faint fragrance, watching the dream of sunset red, thinking long in the dust of rustling.

3, the dark sky, lonely figure walking in the world, looking at the broken flowers, looking at the cold and warm in the mirror.

4. Flowers will eventually wither; Even kapok will eventually wither. However, the kapok in my heart is quietly blooming and never withers.

5. Flowers bloom and fall differently. If you ask acacia, when will the flowers bloom and fall?

6. Flowers dance and cry, flowers cry and petals fly. Flowers bloom for whom to thank, and flowers fall for whom to grieve.

7. Several painters painted a swan song, which was cold, why not, and paid attention to three thousand prosperity.

8. Tears fall into my heart and fly. A remnant flower has endless beauty, a thousand years of singing and a thousand years of nostalgia.

9. Tears fell on my heart, and the years have played the sunset. Countless centuries, through the ancient porch window, wandering in the meditation with laughter and tears.

10, the falling flowers are independent, the breeze brings a faint fragrance, and it fades into mud, which adds to confusion.

1 1, the fallen petal intentionally follows the flowing water, and the flowing water has no love for the fallen petal, only hates the fallen petal, which floats in the international water, and the flowing water flows through the flowers, feeling sorry for itself.

12, accompanied by smoke, sniffing the bitterness of dust all the way, eight thousand miles beyond the Great Wall, the fallen petal soul is desolate, here, I see its loneliness and desolation.