Give me a glad eye before you leave.

The heart has been around the flower wall Buddhist temple,

Painting and burning incense for Iraqis.

Under the moon in the west wing, ancient songs are recited,

Helpless beauty, not under the eaves.

Two strands of acacia, good shadows embrace each other,

Make a wish in a Buddhist temple, often with a light.

Unforgettable spring breeze,

The ancient mengshan oath.

Laughing in front of the building,

Love in the West Building that year.

Peach blossom and plum blossom, buttonwood leaves fall, no one comes.

Flowers fall in Chang' an, laurel,

Looking at the bridge, geese fly over books.

Love is over, times have changed,

There are Qian Qian's troubles and Qian Qian's hates.

In March, Liu Xialang,

Peach blossoms are not rewarded.

Write a song saying don't leave,

Forget the West Wing of the White House.

Flowers bloom and fall, the spring breeze is sick, and youth is gone.

It's just a sentence in your poem.