Poetry about Peach Blossoms 1
The smoke on the horizon falls on the Qingwa Bridge, and the fence outside the house holds hands to make tea for Junqingquan, which smells fragrant. Sweet-scented osmanthus double shadow once looked at the moon, and the white gauze under the moon was as light as flying flowers, and the sunset glow dyed her cheeks red. Who quietly enters poetry and painting, the peach blossom outside the window can't wait for him, the flowers fall on the couch and count the crows. Another summer, very confused, missed, mixed things. The half-moon wall recalls the past, and the night is cool.
Looking back, the empty mountain is full of peach blossoms, the winding cloister is full of sorrow, the wind shakes the candle wax blue light, and the lamp shadow drinks all the sorrow. The peach blossom in Fanghua's hand is like a lifetime ago, the years are silent and lonely, the smoke and sand are swaying, the pillow is cool, and the leaves are flying in the spring breeze. I want to remember the moment I met you. Just as the moon shines on the horizon, the moon is half a month.
Peach blossom poem 2
It's only March day, and I'm watching peach blossoms again! The spring breeze is blowing gently and lingering; Pick flowers, gorgeous; Like a girl's smiling face, gentle and warm, charming and charming. Red peach forest, beautiful eyes, infatuation. Decorate mountains and rivers, decorate living space, improve the quality of life, beautify people's hearts and sights, and feel the freshness and charm of nature. In March, flowers bloom all over the sky and peach blossoms are red. Good luck again and again.