Peach blossom, has always been the object of people's praise and depiction, its beautiful color, bright appearance by the people like, people also gave the peach blossom many different feelings, the following is my compilation for you to share the description of the peach blossom of the modern poetry, come and enjoy it!
Peach Blossom Modern Poetry 1Peach Blossom
Peach Blossom dazzled the pavilion pavilions,
once again the enchanting married to the world,
light red silk of love,
from the pistil overflow,
shy the moonlight spot,
at this time,
I
The soul of the reserved, crouching,
a half-open, half-closed petal,
expecting a familiar smiling face,
stepped through this quiet mountain.
Peach Blossom in Spring
Last year there was no spring,
Peach Blossom also did not open,
towards look at the twilight observation, buds,
bloom is still that a few silk,
slightly exposed white teeth smile.
This year's peach blossom,
two years and a year to open,
and the sun to compete with the brilliant,
and the spring breeze competing foot,
and the beauty of the competition for color,
you rich in the poets inspiration,
you clogged with the tourists' lens,
you dominated the section of the Dragon Bo,
you can not be seen in the world of the world's most famous and most importantly, the world of the world's most famous and most importantly, the world of the world.
Because of your bright start,
Because of your heart open,
Because of your Cui Gu poetry does not fail.
Peach blossom, peach blossom,
thousands of years of poetry,
thousands of years of songs.
Peach Blossom Modern Poetry 3Charming Peach Blossom
Only the peach blossom catches up,
The feast of the spring breeze, the promise of the dewdrops,
Peach blossom across the street looks over,
The darling of this spring,
The ocean of youth caresses the shattered silver,
The trembling dimples
The sweetness of the dimples is in the eyes of the people,
and in the distant ties,
the beauty of life, the romance of the vulgar,
is in the rendition.
I am in the quiet watching,
The dove's fluttering feathers,
lighter than the peach blossom's petals,
undulating like a broken wave, itchy,
illusory peach blossoms across the street,
I walk through them, in the near appreciation,
feel the heartbeat, happy in the aftertaste,
thought ripples.
I'm going through it, and I feel the heartbeat.
I want to hold hands with you,
Life is wonderful,
I want to compose with you,
melody of spring,
opposite the peach blossom look over.
Peach Blossom Modern Poetry 4Peach Blossom
The daisy-like peach blossom
Blossoms in the March of the chirping birds
Painting the dawn and dusk of the yangchun with tenderness
Painting the cozy creek of my hometown
And an enchanting county town
The Yuan River that is so far away
Carrying the ancient Yuan River. p>
Carrying ancient legends
In March, the shy sound of cuckooing
Flows past the sleepy cable-boat continent and
The small town's quaint footstools
There's always a shepherd's song ringing out
Pearls on the peach blossoms
Warming up to the peach blossom's pink dimples
There's always a young maiden picking mushrooms
Watery, fresh, and full of life.
Watery. The eyes weave
Peach blossom heavenly fairy-like silhouette
I am infatuated with the land of my hometown
Into the peach blossom garden in the spring
It will become a poem of the Tang Dynasty
A section of Song Dynasty lyrics
A fragrant and wet ditty
Drunken eyes of the people who appreciate the blossom
Peach blossoms of modern poems 5Wind and rain
The beautiful peach blossom in the wind and rain street,
When walking by but a few times look back,
The beautiful peach blossom in the wind and rain baptism,
When grooving but a few times stare,
Think of the encounter with you,
Listen to the story of your dream on the thought of a long time,
And now this wind and rain peach blossom
I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person.
Maybe it's a coincidence?
But I believe that every encounter,
There is always a story behind the story to be recalled,
Maybe it really is not fiction,
Thinking of the story of your dream,
I have to admire that every time I look back,
Although the slowdown in the passing of the lens,
How many subtleties will be included,
The history of the marriage of the two sides is not the same as that of the other side of the world.
When the moon rose,
your beautiful shadow seemed to be in a dream,
softly and slowly snuggled up to me,
just as I heard the story of your dream,
but now I realize that the peach blossoms by the side of the road,
fragrant and far away from me,
my heart can not help but a faint sorrow of disappointment. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Maybe it's just like what they say in their dreams.
I was wearing a helmet of armor,
The general on horseback saved you from the fire,
The city was engulfed in flames,
You were holding a book of poems in your hand,
But it fell to the ground when I carried you to the horse,
You said that your parents were still in the war and had not been rescued,
But the moment of doubt at that time, I couldn't get out of the city,
I was not able to get out of the city,
But I was not able to get out of the city,
I was not able to get out of the city, but I was not able to get out of the city.
The enemy's pursuit did not allow a little stay,
Just when I took you on a gallop,
The book of poems in your hand fell to the ground,
You said that the meaning of the poems,
can be converted into Xu Zhimo's poem,
Walked softly just as softly,
Bidding goodbye to the clouds of the western sky, waving my sleeve,
The clouds of the western sky, the clouds of the western sky, the clouds of the western sky, waving my sleeve.
I'm not going to be able to do that.
So I want to know that later story?
And I have also been in a dream with the sword Gou Gou,
Driving ride in the ancient battlefield city walls,
I do not know with you that the dream of the contact can,
But I know that the meeting of this life,
Is it that you pay back the history of that dream of the encounter,
Or should be prophesied that the dream of the book of poems landing thrown,
And now I am
I'm not only thinking of the Tang Dynasty poet's song,
The face of the people have no idea where to go,
The peach blossom in the wind and rain is still the same.
Peach Blossom is missing
My love, do you know?
The peach blossoms that the birds pecked down in the dream have returned to the branches,
The gracefulness of a tree is curly, and the peach fragrance of an eye is pink and colorful.
The moonlight in my dream is very white and bright, like the brocade I am embroidering,
I want to extract a wisp of wind to do my embroidery thread, embroidered with peach blossoms,
Each petal hidden thoughts of you,
Oh, count it, full of peach blossoms can be how many petals.
My love, do you know?
Last night, I pulled down the seven silk, do string,
A song of the string sound light diffuse fingertips, you hear it? The last thing I want to do is to play with my hands, and I'm going to play with my hands.
My love, there is a soft cloud in the dream, I secretly cut a section, I want to do a pair of dream feathers, quietly fly to your side,
I want to gently and softly leaning on your half of the couch, with my only warmth, so that you can sleep peacefully,
Dreams, there is no smoke, there is no distance, there is only a gentle me, infatuated with you.
My love, if the dawn sunlight will wake you up, I have long been gone in the dream, oh, don't you worry,
The petals on your pillow are the traces that I have been here, and in the clump of green grass in front of your steps, the dewdrops that keep rolling, are the teardrops sprinkled by me when I look back frequently.
My love, will you think of me? In the moonlight, in the strings, in the clouds, in a petal, in a drop of dew.
Peach Blossom Modern Poetry 7In the place where peach blossoms bloom
Another sentimental March
Another dreamy season
In those slight drips of drizzle in youth
In those long-lost smiles we all remember
Those open and falling
In those seasons of blossoming and falling
We are all obsessed with the past and the present
Or maybe we are obsessed with the future or obsessed with the future
Peach blossoms are blooming again
A little lonely,
Some of the blossoms are down
Is it the peach blossoms that are down?
Is it just the peach blossoms that are down?
The peach blossoms are down?
Is it just the peach blossoms that are down?
I don't know if you know what you're doing, but I'm not sure if you know what you're doing.
I remember that the peach blossom bloomed
Indeed, it bloomed in the path we walked,
It seems that not only the peach blossom bloomed
There are also the most beautiful wildflower orchid
And those belong to the March flower
Maybe only the peach blossom, right?
Perhaps no flower has ever bloomed
Or the lonely flower doesn't even know why it blooms
Why insist on blooming
Why insist on blooming
It has passed by, or has long since faded away
Flowers that bloomed, and the flowers that I met
Perhaps I must have met you by chance
Perhaps I must have met you by chance
I must have met you by chance
I must have met you by chance
I must have met you by chance
I must have met you by chance
I must have met you by chance.
The despair that was left behind is like your back gradually going away
Searching for a thin page of poetry
The sunlight behind me is shallow and warm
The cold of yesterday's winter is baking hot
Beginning to melt
The sparkling river flowed by the feet
The boat that brought us back to our hometown
The river is running back and forth. The river running back and forth
Sings the song of the hometown
Listen carefully and you can hear a string of a maiden's lovesickness
A peach blossom waits anxiously at the entrance of the village
Focus your eyes on the entrance of the village
The spring is very thick, covering the barrenness of the last year
Smoke, rain, green grass, and fallen flowers stretch out towards more time
A tree of How did the peach blossoms
appear in my eyes
fall into the green lines of the poem
become the protagonist of the poem
very much like the portrait of a woman
It's a pity that I didn't know that it was you
just as I turned around without thinking
the wind led me past my eyes, and I was confronted with a petal of peach blossoms
the wind led me past my eyes.
I'm like the wind, kissing a petal of peach blossoms
You, like a girl at a loss for words
Suddenly tasted the kiss
A tree of sweetness reddens the time
Tears that have been treasured for a long time soughing down
Leaving the spring an even, rounded
A poem like a fair back ......
I am ambling, along with the red candle last night coughed up blood
Spit out a peach blossom
Spring, began to flood from a strain of lipstick
Peach blossom modern poetry 9Dreams of Peach Blossoms
Climbing over a thousand mountains to ask
Where is the heavenly book that grasps the wheel of reincarnation
Modifying your destiny and mine
Wanting to be that childhood friend
Trekking over ten thousand waters to find the trail
Where is the black hole that turns back the clock
Wanting to go back to the time when we were so far away
Getting acquainted with you again
Does anyone know
How many years are cloudy and how many years are sunny in the red dust in the shadow of the lamps
The lack of waiting has become the beauty of the circle
People outside the threshold of the Buddhist temple have their own lamps and yellow scrolls
The green apricots floundered in April
The rain snuggled up against the earth and snaked deeper and deeper in its tenderness
Eyes flowed into the sky in the evening
The dream was in the sky, a faint smile on the face.
The boat can't cross the river in your heart
Where does the inward flow of emotions finally stop
This life is moored in a boat
The peach blossom ferry is the end of expectations
The peach blossom's petals are falling
Just like your cheeks dropping the dark scent
Guarding a piece of the peach blossom forest
In the crystalline world. Blow the purple pipe
Dreaming of beating a horse for a lifetime
Dreaming of the peach blossom ferry
Growing like a peach tree
Living from this spring to the next
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