Seek a poem similar to "A teenager doesn't know what it's like to worry" and "A dream of Yangzhou in ten years"

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

Flowers are similar year after year, and people are different year after year.

Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, in order to leave sorrow, the in the mind has a special taste.

Whoever sees the moon at the first sight by the river shines at the beginning of the month. Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.