Peach blossom. I was born and raised in the mountains, and I always longed for prosperity and flocked to the city, but this was a mistake. Parallel buildings, interactive streets, simple human feelings and complicated affairs. No one drinks happiness, and no one complains about sadness. There are many old friends in the city. I don't know where they are. Spring breeze in March, peach blossoms all over the road, I don't care how gorgeous the flowers are. I only remember that I planted peach trees when I was a teenager. Or it has blossomed and burned for ten miles.
When peach blossoms are in full bloom, they will smile. The pink flowers have withered and blossomed wonderfully. Blue shirt is handsome, romantic and young. Although the language is not fluent, it is sincere and silent. After slowly closing the door, I saw peach blossoms, and no one was there. Light red and light white are dew, and I want to fall half open and send spring. Why not stand in front of the horse when it's getting late? Looking back, I can't see the peach blossoms, only the green hills cover my eyes. It's better to whip and whip than to meet each other. Everyone sent a message asking Taohua, whose home is Chuncan?
Spring is pink, fragrant and green. I met spring. Just right. Peach blossoms are red, too. I cherish the years. Just right. The dream water town is still there. At the same time, light and shadow depict beautiful scenery. Same place. March. Put the moonlight in the dream. Smell all over your body. Xiangqian Mountain is full of water. A string of laughter. Fell into the wilderness.
Peach blossoms are red again. Where are you? Will you still be drunk with a peach blossom? I'm surprised, if you go again in a year, will you still look at the peach blossoms and see me taking pictures of you from the corner of my eye? Are there still your footprints under the peach tree? If you turn around, you will have the flowering period all over the world.