Modern Poetry Describing Peach Blossoms (3)

"Peach Blossom Still Laughs at the Spring Breeze" Author: Hu Yang tears

1

Refuse to do other spring breeze, still standing on the branches of April.

Draw the ground as a prison and stick to a dead promise.

Always believe that you will never leave me.

I believe you won't leave us to live together yesterday.

Can't look back at that distant figure.

Fill your heart with the beauty of the past.

Even if it's just for that imaginary belief.

I am willing to spend my whole life.

I don't think it just turned around.

This has become our permanent separation.

2

You haven't known since the day you came home from the horse fight.

I've been crowded with desperate people all day.

Go shyly to find it

That birthmark is the same as my fate

I want to talk to you about the cold wind in March.

The peach tree you planted yourself fell all over the floor.

Those sleepless stars have tears in their eyes.

Open in the sky where I miss you every night

In the dream, your shadows are all outside.

I can't help asking you softly, are you okay? Where are you tonight?

three

You won't forget the blooming rape fields.

I often stand alone for a long time when I miss you.

Listen to the whisper of the breeze blowing through the grass tip

It's like you snuggle up to me and whisper.

Count your footprints.

Just like touching your warm breath

If you can come back at this time

I'll beg you to take me with you.

How humble I am without you.

How can you have the heart to imprison me in an obsession that I will never give up?

four

I have been used to living in your eyes for many years.

Accustomed to listening to songs and writing poems together.

Let's sow our dreams in the land of spring.

But now

You left me alone in the dark.

I really don't know, leaving you.

Where else can I go?

Looking up at the sky, every step is a prison door.

Is the distance between the sky and the earth?

Really became the distance between you and me.

five

The proud hairpin still stands on the desk.

But your unique warmth has already escaped from your palm.

How many times have I tried to follow in others' footsteps?

Walk into the dream with you

But relatives.

What I finally found turned out to be the cemetery I love.

Why do you always refuse to give me a standing position?

So a hundred years later,

Can you put your name and me?

Carve it into a stone tablet together

six

If the wandering waning moon

Can still wake up a ray of affectionate morning light.

Should I wait all my life?

Meet the beauty of the peach blossom.

If you only kill the scenery of one season,

Am I going to exchange the world mortgage for an immortal soul?

Sorry, who cares where I wake up tonight?

All I have to do is get drunk at the ferry in April.

I don't know where to go.

Only peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Sister Peach Blossom became a peach blossom in March and spring.

Reminds me of my sister who looks like a peach blossom.

The loneliness in her eyes

Like a trickle in March

Those pink loves

Hiding in a shy peach blossom

Sigh in the dusk of March.

Scattered, peach blossoms like rain.

My sister standing in the distance smelled the fragrance of peach blossoms.

I sent a beautiful butterfly.

Whispered to the peach blossom.

I heard March crying in a low voice.

I counted the withered petals.

Every flower is my sister's unspeakable sadness.

Yang's Poems of Peach Blossoms

There was no spring last year.

The peach blossoms didn't bloom either.

Watching the dawn, watching the bud.

Silk is still blooming.

Smile.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom this year.

Two years and one year.

Win glory with the sun

Compete with the spring breeze

Compete with girls for color

You enriched the poet's inspiration.

You're blocking the tourists' camera.

You occupied the area of Lombok.

Because of you, Qingming began to shine.

Because of you, my heart is open and bright.

Thank you, Cuihu's poems are immortal.

Taohua Taohua

He has written poems for thousands of years.

Songs that have been sung for thousands of years