Peach Blossom Modern Poetry

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 1

Peach 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 3

Charming 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 4

Peach 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 5

Wind 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 7

In 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 9

Dreams 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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