Poet: Haizi
Peach blossoms bloom, like a cage full of blood, like two knives and axes, like their home, full of blood. Why are the flowers so red and magnificent like burning snow-capped mountains? My cage caught fire, my cell collapsed, chains and iron bars caught fire and were thrown into the surrounding dark plateau.
peach blossom
Author: njzzs
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Relying on spring, the skirt is fluttering, poetic red, igniting a tree in spring, gorgeous as a sunset and picturesque. Who's the little girl who has the courage to shout three thousand miles of wheat waves?
two
Brilliant and imaginative, this charming poem is my dream built with my whole youth. Time is like water, how many memories, the river of no return, only you, pink, are still shining on my branches.
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On March 8, I returned to my childhood village again. The sky is overcast, followed by thunder and lightning, and wind and rain. My hometown said that it was a timely rain. After the rain, the sun shines brightly. I stood in the ancient courtyard and read you again from a distance. Your bright smile suddenly understood what peach blossoms looked like.