Let the stubborn northwest plateau blush and blush with shame. A poem that hangs on the branches for thousands of years is like a love handbook. It's just that Cuihu, an affectionate wit, didn't fall in love with peach blossoms, and Lu Fangweng, who is infatuated with peach blossoms, is not here. We believe that one spring a thousand years ago, peach blossoms urged lotus to step out of the Book of Songs.
From a river, I stepped on ripples and drifted into Mr. Yuanming's dream, intoxicated by this lovely and stubborn old man, who had dreamed for hundreds of years. Peach blossoms all the way from the north to the south of the Yangtze River, from the Central Plains to the Great Wall, burning in the dust of the Jinge Iron Horse, or the peach blossom robbery on Zhao Jun's wedding dress (modern poetry) Author: Lonely man on the cliff 1 From January to March, she painted lipstick and petals on her lips.
In spring, white fox and red fox began to flood from a lipstick. She is wearing a pink skirt and sitting on the grass. She counted her fingers as soft as grass and counted herself as a peach blossom. These young women became employees in March. They frolicked. Swinging on the branches, winking at passing men, came to a scholar's door to sing love songs and dance belly.
Not to mention the carriage and the capital, they get a little angry occasionally. They shouted: If you don't come out again, we will crush your windowsill and finally turn into a drop of red ink to spread wild on his flower-and-bird paintings, lengthening your throat. You are sitting by the river, listening to the female chorus in spring, listening to the peach blossom in full bloom, like a homesickness blooming in your chest. Her previous life was a happy bride. She stood on the ridge. I saw the wind in the wheat fields and her wedding dress at the foot of the mountain. I saw a teenager lying in a peach blossom dream. A stone road covered with petals should be polished throughout adolescence. Another March, he walked out of the fence, away from poverty and hospital beds, with flames burning in his eyes. All spring, he only fell in love with a peach blossom. This is a classical woman. The smile that blooms in the branches blooms in a quatrain of the Tang Dynasty. In the ink paintings of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the woman in red danced her sleeves along the Huanxi yarn and the leisurely Song lyrics. She hung the pentagonal crystal on her ear, and the distant tide restored the direction of a river, making your blood vessels green. In this wind, transparent woman, mysterious fox, cuffs covered with honey, eyelashes covered with pollen. She turned around on the path and hugged her. There are plump shadows and stealing wine from the side, talking about cigarettes and climbing branches in the middle of the morning, still drunk, and his face is like a peach blossom. She saw delicate tattoos through the mirror and occasionally showed white fangs. She caressed them like poppies and dreamed of her lost voice. The running of a fox is the humidity of the air, but the permeability of a water storage cup is the tranquility that slowly descends behind the hillside and the peach blossom of virus 6. After a cold spring, the scars of your past life loom. Her lyrical lips gradually moved away from the branches. The fog dispersed into sleep. Lou lost her center of gravity and her soft nails. Before I can squeeze a peach blossom, love is porcelain, ambiguous and fragile. She cried. In March, she raised scissors to cut clothes one by one, and finally cut herself. She made more nests, took the temperature on the dressing table, made grass and talked. For those who dream of peach blossoms, 7. On a thunderstorm night, the poison on the lips of a peach blossom was removed. She is half flower and half demon. She hit the spring with a broken string and went through the wall, which became a negative character. Seeing that the rice paper of the anemia scholar was thin and white, she read the night spell, soaked in his ink and dreams, and coughed with red candles all night. He spit out a peach blossom in the middle of the night. He fell into a dream with a pink background, dreaming of fingertips, quietly blooming.
2. Modern aesthetic poems describe the peach blossoms in space and talk about the beauty of the world. In April, the peach blossoms in the mountain temple began to bloom.
-(Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple)
Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun!
-(Li Bai's "To Wang Lun")
The grass is green, the willows are yellow, and the peach blossoms are messy.
-(Jia Zhi's Spring Thoughts)
Peach blossoms fall, and yellow birds fly with Bai Niao.
-(Du Fu's Qu Jiang Du Jiu)
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.
-(Zhang's "Fishing Songs")
Peach blossoms follow the running water all day. Where is the cave in Qingxi?
-(Zhang Xu's Peach Blossom Creek)
Peach is full of rain, willow is full of spring smoke.
-(Wang Wei's "Pastoral")
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
-(Cui Hu's "South Village of Capital")
Peach and plum compete for fragrance, and only Lao Mei is self-centered.
-(Meme Map by Wang Mingmian)
3. Love poems about peach blossoms 1.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. -Don's Acacia
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Love poem ii.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. -Hu Ticheng Nanzhuang
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Love poem 3.
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny. -Liu Tang Yuxi's Zhi Zhu Ci (3)
On the willow green river, I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny.
Love poem 4.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. -Tang Yuanzhen thinks about it.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Love poem 5.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning. -Tang Du Mu's Farewell (two songs)
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Love poem 6.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. -Tang Li Shangyin untitled
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Love poem 7.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. -Tang Li Shangyin untitled
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
Love poem 8.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it! -Tang Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies, looked forward to the emperor.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it!
Love poem 9.
When * * * cut candles at the west window, it said it would rain late. -Tang Li Shangyin's Note to a Northern Friend on a Rainy Night.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut candles at the west window, it said it would rain late.
Love poem 10.
When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one. -Don Du Qiuniang's Witch Hazel
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth. Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers.
4. Now write a modern poem about peach blossom [modern poem] Peach Blossom Girl (and recommended by Song)-to the birds.
Hit by a peach blossom
You walk out of a man's village.
And the scholar Lu Yu in the dream.
Words are as transparent as butterflies.
Stroll in the secret garden
Your smile sometimes blooms.
Sometimes petals fall into running water.
It's like the sky always tears suddenly.
You can't stop your stomachache.
Can't stop dancing under the wings of the night
You can't escape the peach blossom spell.
Children in the maze
You will be alone on the boat.
However, the sea in August is silent there.
You said:
In 2004, your affair was over.
Chunqu
You have lost your beauty.
A simple woman
Sit by the running water
Stop listening to Xu Wei.
5. Modern poems describing peach blossom rain
Text/Jiu Xuyang
A touch of pink
Shake off the catkins that fly all season.
Drifting is the fate of the wind.
But you must seek the tenderness of the rain
Until it snows.
A long sleepless night
Repetitive nightmare
Wake up the lost neon
Half-life flickering candlelight
A faint hope
Shake an uneasy melody
Fireflies are lost in
The long street after you left
this evening
Peach blossom rain in the next season
wet
Return to Hong Kong in September
ripple
The first night
This rain
Warm.
Heaven built with both hands
Once melted,
Eye of ice and snow
6. What are the poems about "Peach Blossom" in modern times? 1. Haizi's Peach Blossom opened like a cage and ran out of blood. Like two knives and two axes, they used up all their blood. Just like the home of the hatchet man, it bled out. Why are flowers as red as snow-capped mountains? My cage is on fire. My cell collapsed, chains and iron bars were set on fire and thrown into the surrounding dark plateau. 3. Haizi's "You and Peach Blossoms" hair flutters wearily in the wilderness, like the cold and warm peach blossoms left by the sun when it flies over the garden. Peach blossom of rebellious brain tribe, peach blossom of water, beautiful slave girl, your hair flutters wearily. You take off your skirt like a lamp, and it's empty every year. Buried in the place where the sun takes root, the knife is called "wave" at the top of the mountain. Layers of waves, I am a knife in waves and lights. The knife hair in the wilderness is like a bright lamp, and it flutters wearily. That's peach blossom. Our desire to breed in Nugu has built a simple hometown peach blossom around the sunset, like a stone growing from the snow. There are 1000 beautiful female slaves sitting on the flaming seat in the burning sky. Sitting with a thousand of you. Haizi's peach blossom was broken in autumn, the torch in winter was plum blossom, and now it's spring. The torch was cut off and hung in the air, and the limbs were covered with silent convulsions. Scattered lyrics are like peach trees scattered on the hills, and peach blossoms twitch on me. The horse flying out of the moon was nailed to the foundation of the sun's vigorous spring. 5. Haizi peach blossoms, the sun's skull moves, and the flames are burning.
They will turn water into beautiful flames. At the moment, water is a flame hanging in the air, but in deeper places, its wings are still red. Aggressive is the peach blossom season of Cyclops. Cyclops embraced a peach garden. All he saw was the endless burning of the earth. He suddenly met a peach blossom at the bottom of a burning stomach. They are each other's food. The king and his wife spit fire on the guillotine. They hung on the land, fell from the heavy sky, and smashed their heads and limbs on the land. In spring, among hundreds of millions of people, animals spit fire and they have hallucinations. These animals grow into trees, and rows of meat are wrapped in bones. Forest fire is a beautiful landscape flower. You completed the internal fire of the sun and hell in a relatively short time, and the cold and silent burning gave birth to sisters on both sides of the strait. Morning glow and sunset glow float quietly among the mountains. We met on the plateau, in the pasture woven by the silent looms of the three sisters of fate.