Modern Poetry of Peach Blossom 1 Peach Blossom
Peach blossoms surround pavilions,
Remarriage is enchanting,
Pink line,
Overflow from stamens,
Ashamed of the beauty of moonlight,
At this moment,
My silent soul, curled up,
On the half-open and half-closed petals,
Looking forward to a familiar smiling face,
Step over this quiet mountain.
Modern Poetry of Peach Blossoms 2 Peach Blossoms in Spring
There was no spring last year,
The peach blossoms didn't bloom either,
Look at the dusk, on the head of the bud,
Silk still blooms,
Smile.
Peach blossoms are in full bloom this year.
Two years and one year,
Win glory with the sun,
Competing with the spring breeze,
Competing with girls for color,
You enriched the poet's inspiration,
You blocked the tourists' cameras,
You occupied Longbo's territory,
Because of you, Qingming began to shine,
Because you are open-minded,
Because of you, Cuihu's poems are immortal.
Peach blossom, peach blossom,
Writing poems for thousands of years,
A song that has been sung for thousands of years
Modern Poetry of Peach Blossoms 3 Charming Peach Blossoms
Only peach blossoms can catch up,
The feast of spring breeze, the promise of dew,
Look at the peach blossoms across the street.
The darling of this spring,
The ocean of youth caresses the silverware,
There is sweetness in the trembling dimples,
In the distant care,
Exquisite life, exquisite romance,
In the interpretation.
I watched quietly,
Pigeons' flapping feathers,
Lighter than the petals of a peach blossom,
Like waves, itchy,
The illusion of peach blossoms across the street,
I walked through it, and in the upcoming prize,
Feel the heartbeat, in the happy aftertaste,
Thoughts are surging.
I want to hold hands with you,
Life is beautiful,
I want to write with you,
The melody of spring,
Look at the peach blossoms across the street.
Modern Poetry of Peach Blossom 4 Peach Blossom
Peach blossoms are like Danxia
In March, birds chirp.
Gently depict the dawn and dusk of spring.
Describe the warm rivers in my hometown.
And a charming county.
Yuanjiang, thousands of miles away.
Carrying ancient legends
In the shy cuckoo sound in March
Flowing through the sleeping cable car continent
An antique diaojiao building in the town.
There is always an idyllic knocking at the door.
Shining pearls on peach blossoms
A warm pink smile
There are always girls picking mushrooms.
Wet. Weave eyes
Beautiful image like a peach blossom fairy
I am infatuated with the land in my hometown.
Spring enters the Peach Blossom Garden
Will become Tang poetry
Song yi's ci
A sweet and moist poem
I'm fascinated. Look at the flower man's eyes.
Modern Poetry of Peach Blossoms 5 Wind and Rain Peach Blossoms
Beautiful peach blossoms on the stormy street,
I looked back several times when I passed by.
Beautiful peach blossoms have been baptized by wind and rain.
When I watch it, I stare at it several times.
Thinking of my meeting with you,
After hearing the story in your dream, you will think for a long time.
Now the atmosphere of this stormy peach blossom is edified,
Suddenly I had a complete story in my heart.
Can be brewed in the chest,
Peach blossoms in early spring on this stormy street,
Today, when you spread the fragrance all the way to me,
But after that breakup,
There is a trace of melancholy in my heart.
Maybe it's a coincidence?
But I believe that every time we meet,
There is a story behind this that I remember vividly.
Maybe it's not fiction,
Think about the story in your dream,
Every time I look back, I have to admire,
Although I passed by and slowed down the camera,
How many nuances will there be,
The marriage of history contributed to today's meeting.
Just like the atmosphere of this stormy peach blossom,
Makes me so depressed that I can't,
Although you are as red as a peach blossom show,
From the day I knew myself,
When the sun rises,
Your beautiful shadow seems to be in the house,
Follow me quietly;
When the moon rises,
Your beautiful shadow is like a dream,
Snuggle up beside me,
When I heard the story in your dream,
Now I feel the peach blossoms on the roadside.
Send me the fragrance from afar,
There is a faint sadness in my heart.
Maybe it's really like that dream
I was wearing a suit of armor,
The general on horseback saved you from the fire,
The war in that city was engulfed,
You have a book of poetry in your hand,
When I put you on the horse, I fell to the ground.
You said your parents were still alive in the war,
But I can't leave town for a while,
The pursuit of enemy soldiers cannot be stopped.
Just as I was running with you,
Your collection of poems fell to the ground,
You said the meaning of that poem,
The one that can be transformed into Xu Zhimo,
Leave gently, just as come gently,
Say goodbye to the clouds in the western world and wave your sleeves.
So you want to know the later story?
I used to dance with my sword in my dream.
Driving in an unfinished ancient battlefield city,
I want to know if the connection with your dream is ok,
But I know that when we meet in this life,
Did you repay the historical experience of that dream,
Or should I forget the poem in my dream,
Now I walk through the streets where the spring rain is flying,
Not only think of the poems of the Tang Dynasty poets:
People don't know where to go,
The peach blossoms in the storm are still there.
Modern Poetry of Peach Blossom 6 Peach Blossom Disappeared
My love, do you know? Last night, you fell asleep quietly,
The peach blossom pecked by the bird in the dream returned to the branches.
A tree is graceful and a peach is fragrant and pink.
The moonlight in my dream is very white and bright, like the brocade I am embroidering.
I want to draw a wisp of breeze as my embroidery thread to embroider peach blossoms.
Every petal hides my thoughts of you,
Oh, count, how many petals can a peach blossom full of trees have?
My love, you know? Last night, seven green hairs were plucked as strings.
Do you hear a string of music flowing gently through your fingertips? It was sad and sad, and it all screwed up in the end.
My love, there is a soft Yun Ni in my dream. I secretly cut a paragraph. I want to be a wing of Shuang Meng and fly to your side quietly.
I will gently and softly lean on your half sofa and let you sleep with my only warmth.
There is no smoke in the dream, no distance, only gentle me and spoony you.
My love, if the morning glow wakes you up, I have left in my dream. Oh, don't worry.
The petals on your pillow are the traces of my visit, and the dew rolling in the grass in front of your door is the tears I shed when I look back frequently.
Will my love miss me? In the moonlight, in the chord, in the Yun Ni, in a petal, in a drop of dew.
Where peach blossoms bloom.
It's another sentimental March.
It's another dream season.
On those young people who are slightly dripping with light rain.
We all remember those long-lost smiles.
Those blooming sycamore flowers
In those blooming seasons,
We are all addicted to the past and the present.
Or cling to the future or cling to the future.
The peach blossoms are blooming again.
A little lonely,
A little depressed
Is peach blossom depressed?
Is it just peach blossoms that are depressed?
Do you know whether flowers are appreciated?
I remember peach blossoms.
It did follow the path we took,
It seems that it's not just peach blossoms.
And the most beautiful wild flowers and orchids.
Those flowers that belong to March
Maybe only peach blossoms!
Maybe there are no flowers at all.
Or lonely flowers don't even understand why they bloom?
Why is it open?
Why are you so persistent when driving?
Passing by, or withered.
Flowers bloom and fall, meet you.
Maybe it must be, maybe it just happened by accident.
Probably just passing by.
Peach blossoms continue to bloom in those blooming places.
Open peach blossoms continue those persistent.
Why is it open?
Why are you so persistent when you make it public?
Modern Poetry of Peach Blossoms 8 Peach Blossoms in Hometown
The ferry in independence spring, turn it over gently.
Lost despair is like your back drifting away.
Looking for a thin page of poetry
The sunshine behind him is shallow and warm.
The cold of yesterday winter was scorched.
Began to melt
The shining river flows under your feet.
Take the boat home.
The river runs back and forth.
Sing the songs of my hometown
Listen carefully and you can hear a string of girls' lovesickness.
A peach blossom is waiting anxiously at the entrance of the village.
Pay attention to the entrance to the village
The thick spring masked the desolation of last year.
Misty rain, green grass and falling flowers extend to more time.
Yi Shu Tao Hua
How's it going?
Appear in front of my eyes
Fall into a melancholy poem
Became the protagonist of the poem.
Much like a portrait of a woman.
Unfortunately, I didn't know it was you.
Just when I turned around inadvertently.
The wind blew through my eyes, facing a peach blossom.
Occupy my empty heart
Never left again.
I am like the wind, giving a kiss to a peach blossom.
You, like a girl at a loss.
Suddenly tasted the taste of kissing.
A tree blushes with time.
Long-cherished tears, quietly shed.
Leave a uniform and round spring.
A poetically soft figure ...
Last night, I was lying on my desk, coughing up blood with red candle.
Spit out a peach blossom
In spring, a lipstick began to flood.
Modern Poems of Peach Blossoms 9 Peach Blossoms Crossing Dreams in Ancient Times
Questioning Qian Shan
Where is the heavenly book of the reincarnation of the master?
Change your life and mine.
Want those childhood years
Travel thousands of miles to pursue.
Where is the black hole that goes back in time?
Want to go back a long time ago
Get to know you again
Who knows?
The world of mortals under the shadow of the lamp has been uncertain for several years.
Waiting for the loss is perfect.
Outside Buddhism, there are green lanterns and yellow scrolls.
Explore the green apricots in April
Rain clings to the earth and winds deep with tenderness.
Eyes flow to the night sky
Dreams show a slight smile on the horizon.
In my mind, canoes can't cross the river.
Where does the inflow of emotions end most?
I've been moored on a boat all my life.
Taohua Gudu is the expected destination.
The falling petals of peach blossoms
Like a faint scent dripping from your cheeks.
Guard a peach forest
Blow the purple flute in the crystal world
Beat a horse all your life.
Meng Bo Taohua Valley Capital
Grow like a peach tree.
Live from this spring to next spring.