Peach blossom fills the air in pavilions, and once again marries enchanting people.
The pink silk thread overflowed from the stamens, hiding the beauty of the moonlight.
At this time, my reserved soul lies on a half-opened and half-closed petal.
Looking forward to a familiar smiling face, stepping over this quiet mountain.
Second, "Peach Blossom Nostalgia"
The most beautiful tree is a skirt.
My pupils are full of spring, and my heart is shuttling between petals and wandering between stamens.
Are you there? Are you there?
I'm looking for, looking for your used ink cartridges, looking for your poems.
Spring lifts the spring arrow, and your eyes are as delicate as peach blossoms.
Once a few degrees, people face peach blossoms.
Peach blossom face, low back in my eyes.
You are in my dream and I am in your implicit humor.
That peach blossom, is it you in your previous life?
Were you a charming fox in your last life?
As night falls, my eyes are full of peach blossoms.
The first thing on the desk is long awaited.
A thousand words, do you hear my inner whispers?
The branches on the moon, moonlight, turned into bunches of peach blossoms.
Tears are like red candles, dripping patches of plum sorrow.
I used to think that spring comes once in a thousand years.
Peach blossoms hold the beard of Yuanming and step on the ripples of lotus flowers.
Along the way, a walk is hundreds of years, accompanied by peach blossoms.
Have you also opened up a fragrant lake for me on the roadside full of peach blossoms?
A leaf boat took me to Youhua Lane.