The plum is not a delicate flower, the more cold, the more wind and snow pressure, it bloomed the more spirit, the more beautiful. The following is a collection of nursery rhymes in praise of plum blossoms that I have compiled for you.
I want to pick one and hide it in my heart,
but I'm afraid of spoiling the scenery.
In fact, the plum blossom also loves the color of spring,
just waiting for the bees to fall gently.
Stroke the stamen you more beautiful,
pollen blush your cheeks.
In the coming spring, the bees will be looking for honey,
but you will be silent and fall to the end of the world.
I regretted picking it in my hand,
leaving me with no regrets.
In fact, the world is full of plum blossoms,
but I only love that plum blossom.
Even though the plum blossom is right in front of my eyes,
no longer have the heart to pick and pinch.
Suddenly remembered, forgot your back
Like the age of the lost rose
In the early spring drizzle of the dusk of the alley
Spread all over the cold and messy smoke clouds
I lost, a branch of the plum blossom of the back
Think of your sword dance snow, snowflakes
Drifting flashes of clean white silver, silver light
As the longest time, the most important thing is that you can not see the light, the light is the same as the light, the light of the light.
Like a long whistle, it cuts through the serenity of early spring
Knowing that the nightmare of the red sleeve-like
Between the back of the hand and tilting the head, it skims over
Countless things in the past in a hurry, and when I look back suddenly
The rain is as hazy as the tears
Gradually, my heart flowed into the month of March
The spring sun is like blood, I thought
The spring sun is like blood, I think
I think the spring flowers are like fire, I think, spring is like poetry
I think, the spring love is as warm as plum blossoms
So, I turned my rainy tearful face
Looking into the distance, far away, you are like a dream that drifts away
The red back of the spring tide of January
As the red sleeves dance, disappearing slowly, you are in my dream suddenly appearing
The short-winged birds did not catch up with the
Short-winged birds don't catch up
Short-winged eyes don't catch up
Only the cover of my insomnia is tipped over
You're a midnight spirit
Mischievous enough to make people's hearts flutter
Your claws woke me up
And you dissolved into a wisp of cloud smoke
I wish I could catch your shadow
And comb your feathers
Adorning my face
I'd like to catch your shadow
And I would like to catch you in my dreams
Like red sleeves dancing, you disappear slowly.
You make me dream
The smile is so short
Am I not sincere enough
Or am I not brave enough
How can winter be romantic without you
The years are getting old
Why is it so sad to see you grow up
Life is too short
Why do you still have to dance in the dust and fiber?
The ticket to happiness is always so pitiful
I am no longer alone now that you have come
I wish you had me in your dreams
Souls are tied to the laughing nightmare of this early spring
Nursery Rhymes in Praise of Plum Blossoms IIIYou appeared out of nowhere in my dreams
Short-winged birds did not catch up
Eyes of the burnt-out autumn leaves did not catch up
The short-winged birds did not catch up with me
But the sleepless cover of my head was not enough. p> The smile is so short
Am I not sincere enough
Or not brave enough
How can winter be romantic without you
The years are getting old
Why is maturity so sad
Life is too short
Why do you still have to dance the dusty fibers
Tickets to happiness are always so pitiful
You have come to me, and I'm so sorry for what I've done. p> I'm not alone now that you've been here
I wish you had me in your dreams