Modern prose poems related to peach blossoms?

Spring and March are the seasons when peach blossoms bloom. At this time, in addition to the delicate grass, little by little, occasionally appear under the ridge of the road, that is, peach blossoms that are full of courtyards and laughing all over the hills. The following is my collection for your reference.

Chapter 1: Peach Blossom

Author: Yu

Clouds fall on the horizon, blue tiles bridge and flowing water people.

The fence outside the house is holding hands to make tea for Junqingquan.

Fragrant fragrance, elegant fragrance, fragrant cage and osmanthus double shadow have landed on the moon.

Under the moon, the white gauze is light, flying flowers are flying and flourishing.

Who sneaked into poetry and painting when the sun was setting and his cheeks were red?

Peach blossoms grow branches outside the window, but I can't wait for him

Flowers fall on the couch and count crows. It's another summer in a flash.

Confused, romantic, speechless, missing, mixed feelings.

The half-moon wall recalls the past and no one answers.

The night is cool, the plane tree rains, and the acacia rains.

The dusk bell in Qingshi Lane is noisy in my dream place.

Looking back, the empty mountain is full of peach blossoms.

In the winding corridor, who is worried about hearing voices and voices?

The wind shakes the candle, the wax is green, the shadow is long, and you are drunk.

In a flash, the peach blossom in Huayou's hand seems to have happened in a previous life.

The years are lonely and the smoke and sand are wanton.

Who sings to the heart with a cool pillow?

The leaves are flying and the spring breeze is blowing, so I want to remember the moment I met you.

This feeling is like the bright moon on the horizon.

The half-moon wall recalls the past and no one answers.

The night is cool, the plane tree rains, and the acacia rains.

The dream is in Qingshi Lane, and the dusk bell is noisy. Looking back, the empty mountain is full of peach blossoms.

Chapter 2: * * *

Author: Xu Qianqian

Peach blossoms are full of pavilions.

Remarriage is enchanting.

Pale red string

Spill from stamens

Ashamed of the beauty of moonlight.

now

My reserved soul lies down.

On the half-open and half-closed petals

Looking forward to a familiar smiling face

Step over this quiet mountain

Chapter 3: Look at the peach blossom opposite.

Author: muzzle

Only peach blossoms can catch up.

The feast of spring breeze, the promise of dew

Look at the peach blossoms across the street.

The darling of this spring

The ocean of youth caresses silver.

There is sweetness in the trembling dimples.

Distant anxiety

Exquisite life, exquisite romance

In deduction

I watched quietly.

Pigeon feathers

Lighter than the petals of a peach blossom

Like the waves, it itches.

The illusion of peach blossoms across the street.

I walked past it, in the vicinity of the reward.

Feel the heartbeat and savor it in happiness.

Thoughts ripple

I want to hold hands with you

Wonderful life

I want to compose music with you.

The melody of spring

Look at the peach blossoms across the street.

Chapter Four: Peach Blossoms in Dreams

These 3000 hectares of huge peach blossoms

I have been reading books about her all spring.

Ever since she put on that red skirt

I just want to.

She was the flower that bloomed in my dream last night.

I remember her charm and smile.

She is spotless.

She is so beautiful.

I think I must have seen her in another life.

Five hundred years ago, she must have been a beautiful and refined woman.

It must be after some fragrant dusk.

Pass me by and look back with a smile.

And 500 years later, I still remember her in my dreams.

She put on a red skirt and opened it again and again in her dream.

I like pure temptation again and again.

I want to fall in love with spring a thousand times.

Fall in love with the red peach blossom in spring for thousands of times.

You see, I set aside the whole spring.

I watched 3,000 hectares of peach blossoms sadly.

Which one is it?

Bloom in my dreams a thousand times.