Wake up from a flower in March, modern poetry

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Gentleness with a breeze

March comes as promised.

Play a silent tune

Dance with flowers, fight with flowers

As before

Love scarlet peach blossoms alone.

Don't ask why.

If it's a secret,

Please look at Chen Fan.

The voice of March

Did you wake up among the flowers?

This is fate.

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Hold up a pen

A blooming flower. Heart.

Meet in clusters of peach blossoms

look back

this time

How many times have we met!

Remember the breeze.

It's raining all over the sky

Holding her hand at that time.

In the fragrant rain ...

Another flower falls.

Except a piece of black paper.

There is still fragrance on the ground.