1, the peach blossom is still as red as fire, but it is nowhere to be found. It is said that this situation has lasted for a long time. How can it be regarded as the reincarnation of the world of mortals? February spring breeze and flowers * * *, burning its heart and spleen in Hua Qin. Flowers have gone to those who have left branches alone, and elegance will reappear next spring. 2. Peach blossoms are full of pavilions and pavilions, once again marrying enchanting into the world. Pale red love overflows from the stamens, avoiding the brilliance of moonlight. At this time, my reserved soul lies on the half-open and half-closed petals, expecting a familiar smiling face to step over this quiet mountain.