In March, I looked up at Longyuan
Listening to the sound of plum blossoms traveling through thousands of years of time and space
The fleeing mother and son, the diligent plum tree
< p> Like a yellowed classic being gently openedA grateful heart, so crystal clear
Yi surnames reciprocate, adding a fragrance to China
Passionate plum.
Blooming flowers
Like fields of plain snow, they cover my world countless times
No matter whether your fruit is sour or sweet
I will taste it with my heart< /p>
In March, plum blossoms bloom
A feat of sowing a dream
Spring thunder strikes from the sky, this is the moan of heaven and earth
The tender rain cannot bear to take away the hope of the branches
Leave the glory of the summer season
The plum blossoms withered, the peach blossoms turned red
Ageless Country, undefeated flowers bloom
Fifty-six gorgeous flowers bloom in four seasons
The sleeping lion has woken up
The journey of chasing dreams, Departing in spring
Dreaming of Peach Blossom Pond
Dreaming of Peach Blossom Pond, I come with the clouds
The flowery clouds may be the roc that the immortal poet rides on< /p>
The sound of the piano is so long that it stirs the breeze
How can the boat in the waves tear the moonlight across the river
The sound of singing cannot keep the retreating figure< /p>
A copper sword shook off from the poem
It is stained with rust, superimposed with so many tear petals of peach blossoms
A romantic poet who banished immortals
Resolutely cut off the dream of staying in the north
The phantom of the floating temple
Where has the peach blossom gone, but the bloody branches remain
The winding little How many poets' tears have dripped into the stream
A pot of turbid wine, how much sorrow of separation has been drunk
The affectionate farewell of the peach blossom pond
Singing through the past and the present< /p>
Peach blossoms fall in the spring rain, and I return from my dream
Go into the misty rain of March, sharpen that copper sword
Be stupid once, and cut off two Gather the blood-colored peach branches
Plant it on the title page of the poetry collection
Smile and watch the peach blossoms bloom every year