Zhang Yuqin
returned to the earth in March and everything revived. Spring breeze carries its own shadow, in the season: dancing lightly, all kinds of flowers bloom in the spring breeze.
After the wake-up, peach blossoms are blooming all over the hills along the canal in Nanshan. A few peach blossoms on the roadside are blooming brightly, like red flames, and the face of spring is dotted with a red makeup. Spring is in the petals, spring is in the stamens, and spring is still in the calyx, which is endless. Those in bud are particularly purplish in color, but they are not in full bloom, like a wrapped mind, graceful. There are a few trees with single petals, which are in full bloom, and the powder is slightly white, which makes them look much thinner. The thin stamens have a delicate smell. Compared with those peach blossoms that are full of makeup, the pink one is a thin woman, with the freehand brushwork and chic of Song Ci.
Standing in the spring wind, I don't think about the willow trees, I don't feel the spring breeze, I just want to listen to past lives with peach blossoms. It comes from ancient times and goes deep into time. It is in full bloom in the Book of Songs, "Peach flies away, burning its brilliance" ... I just don't know whose face this peach blossom reflects red and whose heart it burns.
It was written in the poems of Tang and Song Dynasties. It was affectionate and charming, light and tactfully. "Last year today, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. " He asked her for a bowl of water to drink. When she opened the door, she knew that the right person appeared. He was as quiet as a peach blossom, and she was as gorgeous as a peach blossom. Now her vague thoughts have come true, and she has no time to say more and introduce herself, so she left in a hurry. The spring breeze is rippling, the peach blossoms are gone, and the beauty of the peach blossoms makes people move. He thinks of her like a peach blossom, but the flowers are still there. Where do people know? A tree flower, a poem, a love, a restless mood, mixed with love and resentment. The gorgeous peach blossoms are stained with the sadness of love, which makes people unforgettable.
the romantic Li Bai wrote the blossoming peach blossoms into a poem, "Peach blossoms go away like water, and there is another world." His arrogance and uniqueness are admirable. Wandering alone in the mountains, watching the peach blossom fall and go with the water, let go of the wandering thoughts, let the idea of running stay and let it go like a peach blossom. Facing the inquiring friends, I replied: There is another world. There is a different world, not from the dust to Taoyuan Wonderland, but in a different mood, and I have a taste of another world. I love Li Bai's peach blossom poems, climbing mountains near the water, watching flowing peach blossoms, wandering around and wandering around the world.
blossoming peach blossoms, charming in the spring breeze, blooming in words, are picturesque, affectionate and silent, and intoxicated by the beautiful spring scenery.
About the author:
Zhang Yuqin, a native of Qishan, Shaanxi Province, is a middle school teacher in Qishan County and a member of Shaanxi Writers Association. He has published many poems, essays and novels in Yanhe, Oriental Literature and Art, Youth World and other newspapers and periodicals.
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