The story of spring and snowflakes
Peach blossoms bloom in March.
Why didn't you tell me and still avoid me?
Is it in my warm arms?
Don't want me to see you haggard.
Do you know that is your life?
Makes me so beautiful.
It is your selflessness that makes me so noble.
Beautiful meeting, how can I forget?
Your white hand stroked my long hair.
Your soft lips kissed my smiling face.
If time to go back arrives at this moment,
I want to go back to the winter I spent with you.
Poetry appreciation
Spring and winter are two different seasons. They can't coexist, but they are related. The former is the transition of the latter. In the cold world, snowflakes are an eye-catching landscape in winter. Everything is spring, and spring blossoms. Peach blossom is a beautiful landscape in spring. White and red, two kinds of "flowers" represent the characteristics of cold and warm seasons respectively, giving people a distinct perspective and a sense of spiritual shock. Peach blossoms are blooming, a tree is brilliant and a tree is soft, but the snowflakes are gone. With the arrival of spring, snowflakes fall to the ground one after another and finally stay away from …
Snowflakes flying, in people's consciousness, such flying, such vivid jumping, actually contains some kind of "fatigue", more like people's busy fatigue in life. "Is it in my warm arms that you don't want me to see you haggard?" This sentence itself contains a kind of treasure, a kind of pity and a kind of mourning. The disappearance of winter, the quiet departure of snowflakes, the arrival of spring, the warmth of spring, the embrace of the earth, the snow has melted ... The proud abandonment of snowflakes represents some kind of obsession, only for you, only for the next spring, and I am willing to choose to quit this season. When the peach blossoms in spring are gorgeous and open, the snowflakes in the spring thoughts may only stay in my heart. On the one hand, it is brilliant, on the other hand, it is lonely, and poetry forms a strong contrast in the invisible emotional contrast.
Haven't peach trees met snowflakes? However, at that time, the peach blossoms had not yet opened, and there were only bare long branches on the peach trees. Why is this branch not like a woman's long hair? Why doesn't snowflake caress her long hair? Why didn't snowflakes moisten peach trees and give them a vivid display of life? ...
There is a saying that the ultimate glory is destruction. Some gorgeous, certainly also need some pay as a price, need some sacrifice in exchange.
People often say that peach blossoms are lucky. The moral of peach blossom, on one level, represents love. It can also be seen as the embodiment of love, and it can also represent some kind of affection. The connotation in poetry is not limited to love in a narrow sense. The years are getting longer, the seasons are changing, and the deep affection and attachment to the spring snowflake contains the helplessness of giving up. Often when you turn around, there are two worlds. When the flower of "predestination" doesn't bloom, you don't know there will be parting. When the "peach blossom" opens, you will never go back to the past. If beauty blooms, it is doomed to lose the once "encounter" and "dependence", and how many people are willing to go back to the past? How many women choose: don't lose you at my most beautiful moment, neither too early nor too late?
People are cute not because they are beautiful, but because they are cute (Meiwen.com.**). In the world of love, I love you not because of your appearance, but because I love you. This kind of love is simple and single-minded, but holy as snow.
"If time goes back at this moment, I would like to go back to the winter that I walked with you." What poetry finally expresses is looking back, which is the deep affection and yearning after looking back. The most beautiful language in the world is not to say "I love you", but I am willing to give up the beautiful face of today's recovery for you, go back to the quiet past, wait for that moment, and be with you in the sky of destiny. ...
Because, the days with you are wonderful! Because of the days when you are here, even for a moment, I am willing to achieve such eternity!
The whole poem is divided into two sections, eulogizing a kind of selflessness, a kind of sacrifice, about missing and love. This kind of performance is more like a woman's hand, but it is a man's hand. In spring, snowflakes and two images are used in seemingly incompatible atmosphere, but the "sentiment" of peach blossoms is skillfully used to create a harmonious and beautiful romance, even a sad and beautiful artistic conception. Reading makes people feel moved and shaken for a long time. Poems written naturally without affectation and with true feelings can make people feel the pulse of the poet, and in the depths of their souls, they will be moved by such feelings.
In life, many encounters are never worth cherishing.