The intoxicating peach blossom rain in April
The intoxicating peach blossom rain in April left people with happy memories. April is the season of peach blossoms. The peach blossoms on the trees are pink, and the wind blows the peach blossoms, just like a paradise. Let’s enjoy the “Intoxicating Peach Blossom Rain in April” together. The intoxicating peach blossom rain in April 1
The longing for April is at the end of spring. I think about the old days, which is about the peach blossom garden for you and me. Sighing over the years makes people cry, but Taohong still smiles in the spring breeze. Maybe it only takes one look back and a smile to fall in love with someone, but what should I do if I want to forget someone?
In April, I am longing for you alone, wanting to bring you a touch of warm morning light, and through a shy drizzle, to sprinkle tenderness on your smiling face. The road is long, the wind is quiet, the scars left by youth, the wrinkles of time creep up, and my heart is haggard with tears, just because I can’t forget you.
In April, this intermittent peach blossom rain, this tender peach blossom dance, the feelings of three lives and three generations flying down, people in the distance, do you still remember the one who smiled in the depths of the peach blossoms? A white-faced scholar?
In the red rain flying all over the sky, there is a person dressed in white and blue shirt, with the cool dew on his fingertips. From the depths of the peach forest, he is walking towards you, carrying a touch of poetry and picturesqueness. Smiling slightly, the scholar looks at you with great joy. In an instant, thoughts and feelings arose, and you had already lived in the scholar's heart.
In April, the peach-red and willow-green trees are full of youthful flowers, the heart-wrenching yellow flowers on the ground, and the pair of swan geese looking back longingly. Who is it that makes whom lose their affection? Then the emotions of dreaming about Taoyuan and Wonderland were stirred up. Who made whom cry? Then the pride of Pengfei was raised for nine days.
Is this the most beautiful April day in the world? No, it's not! It’s your charming smile that warms the blushing April.
Standing at the ferry of time, I feel infinite emotion in my heart. Your smile is as beautiful as the peach blossoms blooming in my heart, and its fragrance lasts forever. Your smile is more brilliant and gentle than this ten-mile peach forest. Your smile is the most beautiful scenery I have ever encountered and the brightest spring scenery. You dream of Lan Xuan, and I will draw a prison for you. Perhaps, you are the biggest disaster in my life.
The years are fleeting, and the years are fleeting. In April, the mist and rain are hazy, and the pink is pink. I am lucky enough to meet you in the Peach Blossom Spring, but lose you in the world of mortals. Maybe all this is fate.
I met you in the season of peach blossoms, and fell in love with you in the peach blossom garden that seemed like a fairyland. It's clear and light rain is falling, you are holding a peach blossom umbrella and walking slowly towards me. The peach blossoms fall on your umbrella and are reflected in my eyes. The peach blossoms float on your face and are engraved on mine. Heart.
A peach blossom rain gave us a wonderful encounter, a peach blossom umbrella gave us a warm acquaintance, and finally a peach blossom rain gave us an unexpected farewell.
April is the season when peach blossoms are flying all over the sky. Walking alone in the peach blossom garden, look, the peach blossoms are still smiling brightly, but the left hand that held your hand that year is as cold as ice. . Wandering in this familiar peach blossom rain, the tenderness of the past is gradually flying in the peach blossom rain; the warmth of the past is slowly passing by in the peach blossom rain; the warm kiss of the past is slowly freezing in the peach blossom rain.
It must have been destined on the Three Life Stones that you and I will become attached in the Peach Blossom Spring in this life, meet, get acquainted, and fall in love in the Peach Blossom Rain, but we are ruthlessly destined to be in the Peach Blossom Rain. Farewell, longing for each other, missing each other.
How can I be willing to leave this ten-mile paradise, where is your clear smile; how can I be willing to leave this ten-mile paradise, where my memories are everywhere; how can I be willing to leave this ten-mile paradise, which is recorded here Telling our story.
Parting again, in the peach blossom rain, but the love is deep and the relationship is shallow, but I don’t regret that Yi Xiao made people haggard, and I miss the peach blossoms in the peach blossom rain.
The flowers are similar every year, but where is that beautiful peach blossom flying now?
You said that you would like to be a dancing peach blossom forever. I said that I would like to transform into a warm spring breeze, gently embrace you into my heart, and fly to the future you like.
The intoxicating peach blossom rain leaves an indelible memory in the depths of time, etching all the good times in your heart.
That peach blossom that left me, please don’t be sad, because in this peach blossom garden, there is still the eternal oath I made to you waiting for you. That peach blossom that left me, Please don’t be sad, because peach blossom rain happens every year, and every time it happens, the warm spring breeze is always waiting for you in the peach blossom garden.
Waiting for a casual look back, you smiled sweetly at me, and walked towards me slowly and delicately, just as beautiful as the first time you saw me. The intoxicating peach blossom rain in April 2
"April in the world is full of fragrance, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temples are beginning to bloom." In this spring when willows are growing and the grass is bright, it is also the time when peach blossoms fill the sky with their delicate fragrance. It’s time for the annual Peach Blossom Festival. After being bored at home for a long time, I suddenly thought why not go out to relax and enjoy the peach blossoms? So we went together to a tourist resort called Taolingou in the suburbs to enjoy peach blossoms.
It happened to be a cloudy day, and it started to drizzle on the way there. My companion wanted to turn back, but I refused. I feel that admiring flowers in such a misty and rainy environment is more beautiful and poetic. So we walked into Taolingou under the dense rain of peach blossoms.
As soon as I stepped into the garden, I was greeted by the fragrance of flowers brought by the soft wind. It was light, sweet, fresh and natural, refreshing. Looking around, the garden is full of bright red. The blooming peach blossoms are like pieces of rouge, dyeing the rich spring mountains and rivers, and they are like clouds and clouds, reflecting the vitality of the earth.
I saw peach blossoms scorching, covered with branches, charming but not vulgar, fragrant but not showy, delicate but not ostentatious. Blossoming peach blossoms either cover their faces, are in bud, or are in full bloom, and the shallow spit of fresh green adds a bit of poetry.
Each peach tree holds up clusters of petals, just like a girl’s shy face, pink and pink. Under the moisture of this drizzle, the flowers are fragrant, the leaves are tender, and the dew is dripping, becoming more and more beautiful. Looks pretty. This kind of beautiful scenery can only be described by the poem "The trees are full of delicate flowers and blooming red, and the branches are full of colorful flowers and blooming in spring".
The moist air is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers, making tourists feel refreshed and intoxicated...
At this time, I suddenly felt that in such a peach blossom rain , there should be a lilac-like woman holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking in the peach garden with a slight sadness, admiring the flowers at a leisurely pace, and then she met a gentleman wearing a long gown and holding an oil-paper umbrella, looking back. Once again, the moving scenes of Jiangnan Rain Alley written by Mr. Dai are reinterpreted.
In such a garden full of peach blossoms, accompanied by the soft rain of peach blossoms, the plaintive woman with a lilac-like knot adds a bit of poetry and romance to the peach garden. In such a moving scenery, I am just a spectator, a spectator outside the mortal world, without any vicissitudes or sadness...
We often associate peach blossoms with Tang poetry and Song lyrics. The beauty of peach blossoms always arouses the praise of many poets, and even attracts literati to express their love for it. Peach blossoms are also always related to love, which reminds me of the story of the Tang Dynasty poet Cui Hu and his wife Jiang Niang.
Back then, Cui Hu was very tired from studying poetry and books every day. It was also in such a season when the peach blossoms were red and the willows were green. He went for a walk in the countryside and unknowingly walked into a rural farmhouse shaded by peach blossoms. He drank water and happened to meet his wife Jiangniang. Jiang Niang is elegant and refined, and her innocence and graceful beauty moved Ji Hu's face.
And Jiang Niang also fell in love with this young man who was in his prime, majestic and talented. Just because the distinction between men and women in the feudal system was not made clear at that time, Cui Hu went home and continued to study poetry and books without mentioning it.
It was another spring the next year. Cui Hu looked at the peach blossoms and fell in love with the scene, so he went to look for Jiang Niang again. This time he searched the hut but could not find Jiang Niang, thinking that they had moved away.
So he took up a pen and wrote on the door, "On this day last year, in this door, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red color. I don't know where the human face has gone, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze." When Jiang Niang saw the poem left by Cui Hu, she thought that she and Cui Hu had missed a good opportunity and had no chance to see each other again, so she died of depression.
Later, the story came to a dramatic ending. Seeing this scene, Cui Hu burst into tears and woke Jiang Niang up again, and they finally got married. This marriage related to peach blossoms will finally come to a successful conclusion. From ancient times to the present, there are many poems praising peach blossoms, and a woman like me who only likes poetry but cannot write poems can only be a peach blossom appreciator.
The drizzle fell silently, and there were not many tourists enjoying the flowers in the garden, which seemed a bit deserted. They gathered or dispersed in twos and threes. Since I love rain, I like to walk in such poetic drizzle. Stepping on the dense rain of peach blossoms, appreciating their fragrance, smelling their fragrance, and tasting their charm, isn't it a beautiful enjoyment?
The gentle breeze blows, the drizzle falls, the peach blossoms in the garden are flying in the wind, and the pieces of spring red fall, gently patting my cheeks. The flying flowers gradually fall into the charming eyes, and the falling red leaves no one pity on the ground. What kind of poignancy is this? In what kind of once-in-a-millennium dream can we encounter this profuse rain of peach blossoms? Am I the woman in white in my dream?
Arrive lightly, pick up a few pieces of fallen red, hold it in the palm of your hand, kiss it, pity its fragrance, full of melancholy and drift with this falling red? Being shrouded in such mist and rain always makes people a little sad. This scene can't help but remind me of the miserable scene of Daiyu burying flowers in "A Dream of Red Mansions". "When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity them?
Just look at the spring flowers gradually falling, which is the time when the beauties die. Once the spring is gone, the beauties will grow old, and the flowers fall and people die." This How many people's bitterness has been aroused by the heart-wrenching song "Ode of Buried Flowers"? The rain makes the falling flowers sigh helplessly, and makes the emotions exhausted. It can be said that the cold rain beats the flowers and leaves them speechless. Who is the compassionate guest?
So I bent down and picked up a few more pieces of falling red in my palms. The raindrops on the petals slowly rolled down on my palms, feeling cool. Smell the petals lightly, and the faint and sweet floral fragrance still lingers, soaking your heart and lungs. I wrap them gently in silk and carry them in my arms, treasuring them in my memory. I don’t want them to wither in this mortal world and pass away unloved.
"How can bright rouge be similar? The color of flowers can be compared to human tears. If we compare human tears to peach blossoms, the tears will flow as they grow and the flowers will flatter themselves. Tears of joyful flowers dry easily. When the tears dry up, the flowers will fade away in spring." What kind of sad scene is this?
The gentle rain of peach blossoms makes the flower-viewers crazy and makes the people in the rain drunk. I am just a spectator outside this mortal world, and I only hope that the bright red bloom will never wither in the mortal world...
After admiring the peach blossoms, dusk has set, and we return along the way. My companion broke off the branches and returned home. I couldn't bear to break off the branches and take the flowers with me, so I only brought back a few petals wrapped in silk, hoping to collect them as specimens. I wanted to keep all the bright red on the branches in the garden. For those who love her to appreciate.