March, the peach of the premature, burning its Hua prose
The peach of the premature, burning its Hua. The son of the return, it is appropriate to his room home.
Peaches are in abundance. The son of a peach, when he returns, is fit to have a family.
The peach is very young, and its leaves are very abundant. The son of a peach is in a state of luxuriousness, and it is suitable for his family.
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I have peach blossoms in my heart, otherwise how could this spring come so early. Four or five days before the Spring Festival, the peach blossoms bloomed, so that when I saw the peach blossoms, I was suddenly surprised, I don't know how to describe this surprise. As suddenly see the woman who has been looking for a thousand years, so stunning that I can not speak, only staring blankly, I know, this is love. Thousands of years, mountains and rivers old, this strange feeling, is not old.
"The peach is burning." You are the bride in my "Poetry", charming and regal. This romantic feelings, is open in the bones, only to feel my bones, one by one, full of peach blossoms, jade stamens Chu Chu, shy to burn. This is a miracle of nature, chrysanthemum, osmanthus, peach blossom, open in the same time and space. Huang Chao wrote in "Chrysanthemum": "If I become the Green Emperor in other years, I will report that I am blooming with peach blossoms in one place." His ideal, I helped him realize. Buddha said: All laws are born from the heart. The love in the heart catalyzes the peach blossoms. Spring is really coming, rolling thunder, majestic spring rain, is about to rise peach blossom flood.
Good people like jade. Floating and elegant, graceful and elegant. Warm and subtle, passionate and unrestrained. This is a flower in the heart of my peach. You are colorful, as if the clouds falling from the sky, containing dew spitting Ying, charming in the branches of spring. Smoke and rain, like a lingering love silk, moisturizing this spiritual life, reach out and twist the hint of silky, a wisp of flower soul. Powder make-up, goose yellow delicate, the face of the peach blossom red, I do not know how much loneliness is contained in that bright.
This is a simple dream, want to burn the pink. Maybe it's from Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden, maybe it's from the Peach Blossom Island under Jin Yong's writing.
Peach blossom is like the sea. The more elegant, the more lonely. These noble pink flowers mist, is the winter silence after the first warmth of the stunning, delicate, love. I can not help but marvel at the magic of this creation, to appreciate her more elegant style. Peach blossom is idle, maybe the corner of the ground, maybe a corner of the riverside, maybe in the unknown wilderness.
Through the smoke and rain drenched, smoky wind caress, peach is light, fragrant but not strong, sweet but not greasy. Or sunny or rain, are charming; or thick or light, are not lost tenderness and elegance. White like snow, pink like the sun, red like fire, such as intoxicated, blooming in their own beauty. Peach blossom is beautiful, romantic, sentimental, elegant and childish, noble and passionate. I think, in addition to the peach blossom, there is no flower can represent the love, the rose is too vulgar, can not afford to match the light and elegant, also can not afford to match this kind of passion - scramble to be the first frenzy. This is a kind of madness, a kind of burning, there is no other kind of flower that can burn itself like this. Burning desperately.
Two
Peach blossom is with wine. Pink and moving, innocent. Enchanting, soft, mischievous, lovely, playful. Awakened by the spring breeze, falling into the dust. Pink petals, yellow stamens, lazy and dazzling. Exquisite and colorful figure, with indescribable poignancy. Drunkenness, should be peach blossom color, the kind of bone disorder, flower branch child trembling, with a few points of alcohol, is the most people confused. That kind of color is full, want to crack, fingertip touch, will drip out of water.
The buds are blooming, such as the buds of the shy girl, in the smoky wind and rain in the spring dream. Only a few days, awakened as if . , a branch in the east, a branch in the west, smiling sweetly, the tide of flowers rushing - it was a kind of gush, spraying the flowers out of the maroon branches and trunks. The peach blossom holds great life force, the flame of spring. Pink, crimson, one next to the other, crowding the branches, blossoming, flaunting, frenzied, in clusters and clusters, coloring the clouds red. The atmosphere is majestic, like the sea, like the tide.
A smile pouring people city, and then smile pouring people country. The garden is full of rouge color, do not say not soul. Peach blossom burning open, deep, lazy, charming, gentle, charming, drunk how much red dust passers-by. The peach blossom across the river, light and thick, cold and colorful, with the breath of Jiangnan. How many heroes and heroines, drunkenness. Peach blossom, is the color of the cheeks of beauty, but also the color of blood. Peach blossom is the color of a beauty's cheeks, and the color of blood. Peach blossom is the color of a beauty's cheeks, and the color of blood. Peach blossom is a kind of luck and a kind of robbery, everyone is waiting for this robbery, also in the heart planted a peach tree. Peach blossom falls all over the grove, blood, lust, peach blossom, after the prosperity is bleak. But that bleakness, is also covered with peach blossoms, a pot of wine, a sword, all the way to peach blossoms. Jianghu is the jianghu of peach blossoms, messing with peach blossoms, although decadent, but also beautiful.
Peach blossom is capricious. The first time I saw this, it was a very quiet, and very dynamic. Silent, and unscrupulous. It is of love and of hate.
Tang? Cui Gu "title Du Cheng Nanzhuang" poem: "last year today in this door, the face of the peach blossom red, the face of the people do not know where to go, the peach blossom is still laughing at the spring breeze". The peach blossoms of the Tang Dynasty, which have bloomed for thousands of years, will not grow old, because love does not grow old. Eroticism is even less old. The peach blossom buried by Lin Daiyu is red, and the blood spat by Lin Mei on the half-used handkerchief sent by Baoyu is also red. Peach blossoms are blooming in the mortal world, and they are also fairies who do not eat earthly fire.
Hulan Cheng said: "Peach blossom is difficult to paint, because to paint her quiet". Peach blossom said the bottom, is a deep loneliness. And it is too lonely. Peach blossom is also cold, that is deep into the bones of the loneliness of the very quiet flowers, so the peach blossom is also the most colorful - cold to the extreme, is gorgeous; quiet to the extreme, is noisy. All the world's beauty, are extremely lonely. The more lonely, the more elegant. The more lonely you are, the more elegant you will be.
Three
Peach blossom is the poet. I don't know whether the peach blossom invites the poet, or the poet invites the peach blossom, the peach blossom and the poet's obsession, flat and narrow, since the words come, there is no end. A pot of wine, a cup of tea, and flower language, *** flower sleep. Red rain gusts, vermilion point, any peach red pieces fall all over the body, wake up with a wipe, the light of the ghostly love will be turned into a poem, turned into a painting.
I don't want to teach you to think about the peach blossom. The world's most dashing, to count the poet monk Zhang Zhihe, he said: "Xisai mountain in front of the white heron fly, peach blossom water Mandarin fish fat." Poets love to paint with poems, in fact, the peach blossom does not need too much, "outside the bamboo peach blossom three or two branches" can be. The best is wild, the kind of wild, as if people's bones born wild, more free, more at ease. "Peach blossom a cluster of open no master" - the famous flowers have no master, as much as you can pick.
Yan Guidao's poem: "Dancing in the moonlight on the willow building, singing in the wind at the bottom of the peach blossom fan." Jiang Jie's poem: "It's easy to throw people away, red cherries, green bananas." Du Fu's poem: "Lovely deep red love light red." In addition to the acres of peach blossom red haze, according to the clouds and open in addition, there is a bank of peach blossom dipped in the water to open the wonders of the cliffs, if the cliffs, suddenly glimpsed a tree of peach blossom, that is even more stunning.
Peach blossom is icy clean, "Dream of the Red Chamber" said Lin sister is made of peach blossom fairy, the fragrance is also light to the extreme, such as Lin sister's cold incense. Each peach blossom, such as light feathers, but also like the skin of a strange woman, such as fat, such as jade, such as snow. Pavilions, wild countryside, smoke, rain, wind and dew a halo, will be spiritually alive.
Peach blossom is the flavor, but also the flow. "Wild willow flakes go with the wind, light peach blossom flow by water", and more "spring water, peach blossom waves, a few times the wind is evil." Boat bead curtains, buy flowers carrying wine, Wuling Stream on the frequency of stealing eyes, small lips show dimple, one night flowers in a mess. The shallow dimples and bad smile remind me of Yu Pingbo's "Qinhuai River in the shadow of oars and lights", that kind of eroticism.
Peach blossom is everywhere, "Dream of the Red Chamber" is full of peach blossom, "Golden Lotus" is also full of peach blossom. Peach blossom always stay with the willow in a piece, peach face, willow waist, before constituting a stunning beauty. Peach with the rain, willow with the smoke, in the smoky wind warm pavilion on the bridge flower dock, hold a fan, panting to catch butterflies, that is how a kind of flow it. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not going to be able to do this, but I want to be able to do it, and I want to be able to do it.
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Peach blossom is thin. Daiyu's "Burial of Flowers" says, "The peach blossom curtain is still open outside, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the peach blossom." Thin as a peach blossom. Red face more thin life, because the red face is too thin, this kind of bone, although very beautiful, but also can not withstand the years, the cold rain hit, zero fall. Do not fall, but also messy, such as those women in the red building, talent high appearance thin life, the play did not end, but has long been a mess, red everywhere.
Peach blossom is hate, this hate about the wind and the moon. Every peach blossom dream is intoxicating, with its own injury and pain. It can be a pulse of love, but also can be far away and close to if that is not the case. Peach blossom is a kind of sadness, almost every family in the north and south of the Yangtze River has peach blossom, from south to north in order to open the past, several thousand miles of space and time. There are peach blossoms in both ancient and modern times, blooming over in turn from ancient to modern times, thousands of years. China is a land of peach blossoms. Leaving the peach blossoms, there is no poetry. Leaving the peach blossom, also lost the wind.
Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Garden" is the world's most windy chapter, far from the world, a fairyland, as in a dream. Chinese emperors, are committed to their own royal gardens, made a paradise, that is known as "Oriental dream art" Yuanmingyuan, is the Qing emperor's dream of the Peach Blossom Garden. The grass flat sand, the sun is far away, chaotic point Peach Creek, gently turn the willow strand, the mountain splash ink, water strokes blue. Emperor eunuchs and court ladies dressed as woodcutters and fishermen, hermits and literati, under the peach blossom rain, fishing and farming, poetry and painting, a good idyllic scenery. The world's clamor is far away, the earth's fight faded, leaving only a piece of quiet. But yellow hair and blue eyes do not understand the peach blossom, a fire burned the Chinese emperors dream.
Narcissism since ancient times, Jin Dynasty Tao Yuanming love chrysanthemum, Song Dynasty Zhou Dunyi love lotus, Lin and Jing love plum, Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi is a peach blossom obsession. He said in the poem: "the village south of the infinite peach blossom hair, only I am sentimental alone", "the human April fragrance is over, the peach blossom in the mountain temple began to bloom". Peach blossom season is very short, a few days to thank, if you want to see a long time, as Bai Juyi, from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain, chasing the peach blossom run. Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty, is a peach blossom maniac, "peach blossom dock in peach blossom an, peach blossom an in peach blossom fairy, peach blossom fairy planting peach trees, and pick peach blossom for wine money ...... others laugh at me too crazy, I laughed at others to see through, do not see the tomb of the Wuling heroes, no flowers, no wine hoe for the field". Peach blossoms for wine, dashing so, the most crazy. In ancient times, there is a person called Pan An, do magistrate actually asked the rule of the farmers, every family planted peach trees, just to see the romance of the blossoms. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see it.
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