Laugh at the spring breeze and square dance across the river.

"Year after year, flowers are like flowers, and people are different from year to year. If you don't go straight, peach blossoms will still smile in the spring breeze. " This is a poem by Liu Xiyi. The whole poem is as follows:

Xiang he ge ci Bai tou yin

Liu Xiyi

To the east of Luoyang, peaches and plums fly around. Luoyang's daughter cherishes color,

Sigh at every fallen flower. The color of 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. The ancients recovered from the east of Luocheng,

Today, people are still interested in falling in the wind Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.

Send a message full of beauty, be sure to pity the dead Chinese Pulsatilla. Poor bald old man,

Yi is a beautiful young man. 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. Once you get sick, no one knows,

Who is eating, drinking and having fun? How long can I turn? My hair will be in a flash.

But looking at the old song and dance place, there are only birds sad at dusk.

Harmony is one of the representative works of Zhang Ji, a famous writer in Tang Dynasty.