peach blossom
Poet: Haizi.
Peach blossoms are in full bloom, like a cage drained of blood, like two drained knives and axes, like a home drained of blood by knife and axe hands. Why are the flowers so red and magnificent like burning snow-capped mountains? My cage caught fire, my cell collapsed, chains and iron bars caught fire and were thrown into the surrounding dark plateau.
Peach blossom.
One.
Standing against the spring, the skirt is fluttering, poetic red, igniting a tree in spring, gorgeous as a sunset and picturesque. Who is that little girl who is in high spirits and shouts three thousand miles of wheat waves?
Two.
Brilliant and imaginative, this charming poem is my dream built with my whole youth. Time is like water, how many memories, the river of no return, only you, pink, are still shining on my branches.
Three.
On March 8, I returned to my childhood village again. The sky is overcast, followed by thunder and lightning, and wind and rain. My hometown said that it was a timely rain. After the rain, the sun shines brightly. I stood in the ancient courtyard and read you again from a distance. Your bright smile suddenly understood what peach blossoms looked like.
Modern poems about plants are as follows:
1, "rape flower" is yellow from south to north. From west to east, it is yellow. With the spring breeze blowing, it looks like a golden ocean. The waves are getting higher and higher, like wandering in mom's arms.
2. "Peach Blossom" Whenever I open the window, I look around. You will open your mouth and sing loudly. I saw you pick up your pink horn and blow out a touching song. I seem to be saying something happily and thinking for a long time. Oh! So you're telling people that spring is coming.