Plum blossoms bloom in March at the end of the world modern poetry

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 opened

A 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