1, quietly watch a flower open and wither, quietly listen to a leaf flourish and wither, quietly count the romance of a meteor shower. Acacia is a kind of poison, miss is a deadly rope, that the wind and the sadness of the falling flowers, loneliness and loneliness grief, love to the suffocation of the helpless, pain to the confusion, in the evening wind, the fence into a faint melancholy.

2, from flowers to flowers, from the rising sun to the moon and stars, from the red face to white hair, from the past to the future, as the falling flowers, flowers do not fall to go, the fruit will not end. I just want to wait for a fragment, a season of blossoming or falling flowers, so that we can meet and leave, and enjoy those bright Chinese years with tears.

3, proud of the snow stands, no falling flowers, but heard the sound of falling, moment, pain from the bottom of the heart roaming through. A thin and thin text can not hold the full heart, so I have to scoop up a wisp of moonlight, cut a silk tenderness.

4, the scene of the falling flowers so heart-warming touching, so that people can not help but add a few strands of sadness, look at the petals in the wind trembling, a few struggles, but a piece of a piece of helpless in the wind scattered, just like the late beauty of a million helpless tears with a turn around, the bleak eyes are full of deep pain sighs, the dark knot of the heart has a desire to talk about the despair of the lonesome figure has a style and splendor! The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest and most important thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest.

5, the flowers fell once, the heart withered once, lost with me through how many days of displacement. Time is passing, the falling flowers in the wind intertwined, who can pick up the ground full of love.

6, there is nothing more than falling flowers attract memories, flowers fall in front of the eyes, once upon a time the scene appear. Each petal has a heart, you can know what each petal is thinking? I don't know! The wind also do not know, it is so a blow, the petals have fallen, some fall in the grass, some fall in the pool, some drift far away, some happen to fall in my hand ...... Not every petal goes where it wants to go, and not everyone has their own belonging, which is fate. And fate is often not by themselves, in fact, the fate of people like the wind petals, open the same tree, but fell in different places.

7, one night, flowers into the mound; one night, the air flowed with a silk heart piercing through the bone of the coolness, one night, sadness gradually thick. Overnight, the heart is like ice.