A peach blossom poked its head out anxiously and bloomed against the red sail on the red boat.
All the way to the imaginary arms with the wind.
The beach is so crowded that the peace I want is nowhere to be found.
Love in March is ethereal with the wind.
Your forest hair is pretending to be green
One piece of oil is connected with another.
I hope the March wind blows in one direction.
It's agreed not to ask the past, but the hero doesn't ask the place.
On the ridge, the cowboy's sharp flute condensed dew.
Bright eyes in the sky stared at the road under my feet.
I hope the March wind blows in one direction.
Love in March is not as short as that in February.
Princess smiles in March can only be bought from you.
Do you think my unruly soul can't love you?
This kind of happiness is like a dream. But I like it better.
An unforgettable picture of "one life a day"
Author: Marina, pen name Blue Butterfly. Published a collection of poems Gone with the Wind.
My poetry writing principle is: I write my heart, I write my soul. Adhere to the "original ecological writing".
The theme of my life is: love, freedom and beauty.
My soul track: sun-hometown-sea.
When I met you, the three were one.
A person who has lived in words since childhood, a person who lives in the soul world, a person who walks with nature, and an "original poet".
He used to be the editor-in-chief of Essays on Tea Fragrance and Essays on Special Feature Network, the director of the Municipal Writers Association and the director of the District Poetry Couplet Association. Some poems were published in Selected Poems, Prose, Poetry Monthly and other newspapers, and some poems were included in The Geography of China Poetry and Selected Poems by Female Poets.