Pink noodles contain spring lips, stars and drizzle. Red flies into the fragrant pavilion.
Under the ridge, the sun sets, the branches are silent, and the peach blossoms twist gently. There was a spring rain last night and I went to town wrapped in steamed buns.
Emei wears silk brocade shoes, the breeze plays with each other, and the curtains fly.
I hope this poem is helpful to you.
P.S. Jade Case-epigraph, you can add your own poem name if necessary. Such as: Jade Case Peach Blossom, etc.