Simple poems about peach blossoms:
1. Looking at it, I seem to have become a peach blossom, wearing a pink dress and bathing in the sun.
When a gust of wind blew, I danced in the wind, my pink dress fluttering in the wind. Not just me, all the peach blossoms in the tree are dancing.
The butterfly flew over and told me the good dream I had last night; the bee flew over and told me how sweet the newly brewed honey was; the bird landed on the branch and opened its crisp singing voice for me.
2. On the eve of the Spring Festival, the peach blossoms bloomed very brilliantly, a large area of ??red, like a red ocean.
Many people come here to buy peach blossoms. They shuttle among the peach blossom forests, just like schools of fish swimming freely in the sea of ??flowers.
3. The pink and white peach blossoms spread brightly on the branches, like a person’s ageless face.
A gust of wind caused the petals to fall off one after another, like flying butterflies or flying snow, beautiful and lingering.
4. A gust of wind blew, causing the peach trees to "squeak", and the peach trees dropped their flowers one after another. It was really like the legendary "petal rain"! Then pick up the scattered petals and throw them into the air with all your strength, and there will be "petal rain" one after another.
5. I couldn’t wait to run to the park to enjoy the beauty of the peach blossoms. I saw red hairs sticking out from under the pink stamens, as if covering the stamens with a carpet, grandly introducing the arrival of the messenger of spring.
The peach blossoms are in full bloom, singing and dancing on the trees with the breeze, competing for beauty and beauty; the ones that are only half bloomed seem to be fairies sleeping among the branches, and the naughty children quietly opened them. Half of the curtains; those that are not opened really look like a baby lying in its mother's arms.