Let love awake to blindness
Peach blossom, in full bloom, has a kind of anger.
I'm waiting for your anger
Waiting for sweet revenge and reward.
Anger at injustice
Honey, all you need is your last anger.
Our love is more complete.
Peach blossom, finally completed the wound of spring.
Never scab like an atrium.
Peach blossom, I long for your harm.
It's like God has broken human hearts.
Love let me find God, for love.
I'm not afraid to go on forever, and I'll be sad.
Honey, you just need to get hurt one last time.
Our love becomes more perfect.
Visual peach blossom
You see one face powdered and the other face powdered.
You see your lips are red, your lips are red.
You see one heartbeat hanging on another.
If you feel unhappy among the peach blossoms.
That's just looking for a similar soul to collide with you.
You see one drop of blood yelling at another.
You see one pair of eyes longing for the other.
You see a group of people dreaming of another group of people.
In the peach blossom, if you are not crazy,
That's crazier than you.
Ming Yong Shi Hua
Li jianxin is a poet who likes peach blossoms. She wrote many poems about peach blossoms. In her works, peach blossom has the meaning of life and the joys and sorrows of life. It is this characteristic of peach blossom that makes li jianxin's poems richer and more emotional. She gives people's feelings to peach blossoms, so that every peach blossom stands in front of you like a person. You can tell her what you think or listen to her express her natural voice. In the communication with each other, you found the most loyal person to talk to, filled your heart with peach blossoms, and shared your love with peach blossoms. As long as you are young, you can open your heart to peach blossoms. Because peach blossoms are the first to open their eyes in spring, and her posture, color, fragrance and delicate texture are all like fairies floating in the spring breeze, so you can't bear to be a little rude and blasphemous. You will purify your mind and heart in front of her. Peach blossoms meet your heart, and you see the most beautiful peach blossoms in the spring breeze. This is a sweet revenge, which makes you wait for a long time. She healed your wound and the scar left by the earth in winter. I long for the harm of peach blossoms, just as I long for God to hurt people's hearts. Because of your injury, our love has become more perfect.
The peach blossom in the illusion seems to be in it. What you see is that one face powder another face, one lip kisses the other lip red, and a string of heartbeats hang on the other. The superposition of nouns and verbs makes it difficult for you to parry, and the peach blossom offensive that jumps into your field of vision is so fierce that you are overwhelmed. You have become a captive of Peach Blossom, and you are willing to submit to beauty. Even if there is no similar soul collision, you are in awe of this misfortune. You see a drop of blood shouting another drop of blood, you see a pair of eyes longing for another pair of eyes, and you see groups of people dreaming of another group of people. The superposition of the same nouns and verbs is further than before. Wandering between peach blossoms, I don't know how to face peach blossoms. You will be crazy about her, and you will run for her. If you can't be crazy, someone must be crazier than you.