Flowers Blooming on the Road Author: An Yiru Publisher: Zhejiang Literature and Art Publishing House

There are trees on the mountain and branches on the trees. I love you but you don't know my joy. If I see your pity, I will open the coffin for you. I am grateful for your kindness, but I am ashamed that I don't have the beauty to captivate the city. I don't know where I will die, so how can we be perfect together? My love is unique and there is no one like him in the world. Two hundred years of separation in the high building, a generation of beauty is exhausted for you. Thank you for your thirty years in the East Mountain, proudly taking a prostitute out of the world. Sad songs can be used as tears, and distant views can be used as return. Don't boast about dividing the world here, only Concubine Xu has half a face of makeup. There is no other meaning in the song, and it is for lovesickness. The south wind knows my heart, and blows my dream to Xizhou. Autumn goes and spring comes. Two swallows, wishing to carry willow flowers into the nest. Flowers bloom and fall, not long, the fallen petals cover the ground and return to silence. The flowing waves take the moon away, and the tide brings the stars. The silk belt has not been tied with the heart knot, and the tide at the river head has calmed down.