When will the spring flowers stop blooming and the autumn moon stop shining?

How many past things do we know?

The east wind blew over the small building again last night,and I can't bear to think of my old country in the full moon.

The carved balustrades and the jade stages should still exist over there,but my young face had changed.

If you ask me how much vexation do I hold?That's just like a river in spring running to the east.

破英文一篇，自己倒很熱在其中，尚不知可有人看懂否。