A tree is red in spring and fragrant with flowers.
Even more arrogant.
Yaoyao is burning, just self-promotion.
Look at the shadows among the flowers, the birds among the branches, and the light between the cracks.
Spring comes to find a deep and shallow path.
Ask the dust heart why it is not confused.
Don't complain about lovesickness, whoever shakes hands will forget it.
Miss people still, heart still, dream still.
Sauvignon Blanc-Silent Silence
Window, Sue.
The wind sends flowers slowly. The voice was silent and cold.
Think deeply, think deeply.
Heart and cloud idle Philip Burkart township. Returning to the motherland has long been a dream.
Sauvignon Blanc-Chun Yan Jojo
The mountains are green and the willows are green.
Chun Yan chirps and rings. Iraqis are gradually traveling far away.
Flowers are easy to wake up, and eyes are also condensed.
The wind is blowing and the soul is pulling. The horizon is as bright as the moon.
Sauvignon blanc-drunk in the world of mortals
The flower is fragrant and the core is fragrant.
Flowers bloom and fall, flowers fly and wander. Drunk in the world of mortals.
Dreams linger and thoughts are long.
Worried about twisted catkins. Who can know in the wind?
Huanxisha-a still water
The lake reflects the new Gui Xiang, and the peach house in front of the dike urges the yellow.
Wandering in the secluded stream, full of light.
Several green hills cover the years, and one side remains eternal.
At this point, my heart is in Bai Yunxiang.
Seeing each other late-drunken wind
The apricot blossoms are pink and lush.
Swallows dance Liu Feixu, intoxicating breeze.
A few lingering, not old, smiling.
How much tenderness is in my heart.
Xiangyuehuan-cherry blossom dream
The willows in Jiangcheng are breezy, and birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
In April, mountain cherry blossoms are like snow.
It's warm in spring, so it's too tender to lean on it.
Lest the flowers fall and the dreams empty.
Meet each other-tell your heart
The mountains are endless and a plain.
Shoals emerge and swallows fly.
White crane dream, easy hole, long ancient style.
Wind? During the two rivers, I will speak my mind.
Butterfly Love Flowers-Who will the flowers bloom for?
In spring, flowers bloom and fall,
The second wheatgrass, warm and fragrant.
I want to ask why the east wind, the pink plain and who sent it.
I don't know how drunk I am,
A dark willow leaves a bright flower, causing lingering sadness.
Laughter hides acacia in a dream, but looks back at the clouds.
Bodhisattva Man-Life is like a dream
Qing Xiao Feng wants to blow through the clouds, and time flies in the guest for a long time.
People are like falling flowers, drifting like dreams.
Inexplicable heartache, looking forward to affection.
Who knows the new moon? When you wake up, you won't see the green.
Yijiangnan-ehuangman
Goose yellow, soft shadows.
The warbler at the bottom of the leaves calls back old dreams,
The eyebrows by the stream dyed their eyes clear. How much sadness.
Fishing song-willow curtain
Delicate willows hang down the curtain to catch the blue waves and fly to Lingbo for leisure.
Listening to Yan language, embracing spring mountain, uneven beauty is also fun.
Wulingchun-the wind has passed without a trace
Looking for a long way, the wind has passed.
Shelter from rain, wear curtains, separate strings, smoke and water Chung Shan Man.
Dreams are confusing, without a trace, and it is difficult to delete them.
The bottom story goes back and forth, laughing at how I meditate.
Tanchunling-duckweed
The warm sun came out and the birds were singing outside the window. Look at Chun Yunbi.
Ask Dongfeng and Hua news.
If you lean on the fence for a long time, you will think infinitely.
Remember to come back in the old year.
I just met by chance. Say goodbye to the bamboo fence,
Duckweed is only remembered by deep eyes.
Nanxiangzi-the curtain of dreams
Su Ying turned to the gazebo. This flower is silent, but it has blossomed.
The wind sniffed alone, pitied, worried and guessed lightly.
Clouds are hidden and acacia is buried.
Everything is arranged for spring. Dream in the distance.
I tried to do it as soon as possible several times, but I still didn't allow it, you.
The next heart is waiting for the moon to cut it.
Qingpingle-Tomb-Sweeping Day Hou
After the Qingming Festival, the willows by the lake were wet.
It's beautiful to be green slowly. Look down at the floating clouds.
Want to meet the world, inexplicably speechless.
Where is the rest of the robbery? Before the Na Yue wind that year.
Peace and happiness-flowers fall without dust
The waves are thin and the stones are still.
Who can remember the fleeting time? Long hair fluttered in the wind.
Huanzhuo flowers are dust-free, leaning on the bridge.
Despite Qian Qian's heart, ups and downs are still naive.
Qingpingle-Nianhua Naduo
When the flowers bloom, the garden is locked deep.
My mood is fading, wandering in my dreams.
Say goodbye to your bosom friend and look back at the stars.
Flowers bloom every year, and I promise you to cherish them.
Eye-catching-Narcissus singing
Yao lanterns float in the air, and Cui eyebrows dance lightly.
A trickle of dew, not arguing with Yan.
Who sends Bing Xin to the east wind? It's clear that spring is cold.
Before the case is fragrant, the wind is blue, and the pulse is silent.
Jianmei-Tianya Yue Ming
A song "Shang Yun v. Ancient Sorrow", when will the moon shine?
I used to hold my hand far away, drink the breeze and swim across the building.
Don't invade the flowers, rest and think, and the spring water flows eastward.
Floating life is still floating from this, thinking about my heart in a few words and staring at it.
Eye-catching-Chun Qing
South Lake in Xuan Ji is lush with willows.
Xing Yan's vermicelli and Fang Tao's vermicelli are naturally fresh.
Idle clouds and clear water look for spring dreams, and shallow grass overflows with fragrant dust.
Flying butterflies, wandering purple swallows, innocence.
Brief introduction of the author
Ran Hongmei, female, pen name Zhezhe, loves reading, traveling, poetry and music, expresses her natural feelings in plain, and expresses her inner warmth in pen and ink; Member of Chinese Poetry Society, director of Chongqing Poetry Society, member of Chongqing Fuling Writers Association, editor of Bai Heliang Poems, member of Fuling Musicians Association and member of Fuling Calligraphers Association. His works are scattered in China Poetry, China Cifu, Poetry Monthly, Poet and other publications, as well as various online poetry platforms.