Poems describing beautiful women under peach blossoms

Year: Ming Author: Michael Chen

There is no reason for the love in the pavilion, and the pearl mirror gums have been dusty for a long time.

When it comes to catkins, the heart is still chaotic, and when it comes to peach blossoms, it turns new.

Chatting and strolling, independent and poor.

In spring, there are few spring flowers, and the spring heart floats early.

Knowing that the color is not spring, I regret the different years this year.

An eyebrow withers, but a willow cannot make a lotus.

Arm faded coral hairpin, temples Xie Feng cymbals.

Walking with butterflies is a shame, but sitting with the lonely moon hates circles.

Shame and hate are deep, and peach blossoms and red leaves are as new as ever.

However, knowing that the flower is not a concubine, I won't send it.