To whom do the flowers bloom?

To whom does the bird call?

Who is sharing the time of spring,

Who has opened a vase,

Someone once planted flowers.

How to tell with infinite love in my heart,

Raise your head,

Looking at the bright moon from afar,

The relatives of the hometown drifted in the eyes,

Perhaps that moment was the saddest moment.

The flowers are still in my arms.

The birds still landed on the branches.

Let's share the time of spring.

The person who opened the vase put the lid on it.

Those who have planted flowers, love the flowers, don't let them wither.

At that moment, maybe true love came to the world.

Chapter 047 of "Ma Ping'an Poems": Vernacular poems miss you are hitting in your hand, please wait a moment,

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