[Original Poetry] Peach Blossoms in April

Peach blossom in April

Text/Yu Bing (Hebei)

Peach blossom in April

No shy buds.

Petals pink and tender

Swing in the warm wind

Spring is still beautiful.

Peach blossoms are still gorgeous.

Where did the former flower watcher go?

Every stamen

Telling the story of the past

Every breath of wind

Singing the lost warmth

Who lingers in the peach blossom forest?

Who is wandering in the peach blossom forest?

It's like looking for the past

The sweetness of the past

Just like this peach blossom in April.

Bloom without cover or hindrance.

Colorful to the extreme

Always in the late spring wind

Piaopiaosa

burning with ardour

A beautiful peach blossom rain

Who is standing in the peach blossom rain?

Who is wandering in the peach blossom rain?

Who is dejected in the peach blossom rain?

Tears like rain?

Attention to Sars:

Yu Bing China Contemporary Poet Xie Fei Archives -284

Ms. Yu Bing's poems accurately observe the described object and the similar scenery of this object, sneak into a certain artistic conception by borrowing things, and integrate her subjective understanding into the understanding of the scenery as a spiritual expression and sustenance. She is good at observing life and writing her own unique feelings. Through her strange imagination, she turned the invisible state of mind into an object beyond reality, poetically expressed the flashing wisdom in the depths of her thoughts, beautifully expressed her feelings, and objectively described the theme of objective wishes, which fully demonstrated the harmony between man and nature, seeing the situation, expressing feelings with animals, expressing feelings with feelings, using metaphors with ease, feeling naturally, and vivid language.

Xie Fei's Note: Poetry in the new century is produced after death, and excellent poets are all over the country. It took me six years to trace their poetic footprints, interpret poetry, distinguish the quality of poetry and understand the soul of poetry. Moreover, painting a dragon needs to make the finishing point. (Old saying: a poet is the heart of heaven and earth)