The breeze is blowing, the remaining flowers are flying

This evening is a bit (slow), the rain and snow are falling (flying)

The courtyard is a bit deep, and the red flowers are flying across Go on the swing. (Excerpt from the original text of Ouyang Xiu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers":

The courtyard is a little deeper, the willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless. The jade-carved saddle is wandering around the place, and the building is so high that Zhangtai Road cannot be seen.< /p>

It rains and the wind blows wildly at the end of March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. I look at the flowers in tears and say nothing, and the red flowers fly across the swing.

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Racked my brains and hope to adopt it