Modern Romantic Poems about Peach Blossoms

"Twittering Thoughts" Xuan Paper, Huimo, Chang 'an Avenue. I put ink paintings and poems in my backpack, and I tried my best to travel through restaurants and modern rice noodle restaurants in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, painting peony on consignment and writing poems for a teenager who entered the WTO. I only wrote poems for Peach Blossoms and the woman in my dreams, and her flesh and blood were very light. She would give me a seal like red lips. She would give me a peach blossom. Pursuit of a Peach Blossom: Peach Blossom Category: Modern Poet Author: Sleeping and fishing for a long time, can't stop the peach blossom, can't stop the time like a night, and the carriage in the spring breeze is full of mountains and streams.

The stubborn Northwest Plateau has also blushed, and people's eyebrows are ashamed of peach blossoms. A poem hanging on a branch for a thousand years is like a love manual. It's just that Cui Hu, an amorous wit, is not in love with peach blossoms, and Lu Fangweng, who is infatuated with her, is not here. We think: One spring a thousand years ago, peach blossoms urged Lotus to step out of the Book of Songs.

I drifted into Mr. Yuanming's dream from a river, intoxicated by the lovely and stubborn old man who had a dream for hundreds of years. Peach Blossom travels all the way from the northland to the south of the Yangtze River, from the Central Plains to the Great Wall, burning with fragrance, in the dust set off by Jin Ge's iron horse, or in the wedding dress of Zhao Jun's departure from the Great Wall (modern poetry) Author: Lonely Man on the Cliff, from January to March, she painted lipstick and petals on her lips.

In spring, the white fox and the red fox began to flood from a lipstick. She wore a pink skirt and sat on the grass. She counted her fingers as soft as water plants and counted herself into peach blossoms. 2 These young women ran on the staff in March. They played and roughed up. Swinging on the branches and winking at passing men, they came to a scholar's door to sing love songs and dance belly.

Don't mention the carriage and the capital. Occasionally, they lose their temper. They shout: If you don't come out again, we will crush your windowsill and finally become a drop of red ink to run wild on his flower-and-bird paintings. 3 You are sitting on the river bank, listening to the female chorus in spring and hearing the peach blossom, like a homesickness blooming in your chest. Her former life was a happy bride. She stood on the ridge. I saw the wind between the wheat rows and her wedding dress opened at the foot of the mountain. I saw the teenager lying in the dream of peach blossoms. A stone road full of petals should be polished throughout adolescence. In another March, he walked out of the fence, away from poverty and sickbed, with flames burning in his eyes. All spring, he only fell in love with a peach blossom. It was a classical woman. The smile blooming on the branches bloomed in a quatrain of the Tang Dynasty. The woman in red danced sleeves in the ink paintings of the Ming and Qing Dynasties along the Huanxi yarn and the slow-sounding Song Ci. She hung pentagonal crystals on her ears, and the distant tide restored the direction of a river and turned your veins green. In this wind, the transparent woman, the mysterious fox, her cuffs were covered with honey, and her eyelashes were covered with pollen. She turned around on the path and hugged her. There are plump shadows and stealing wine from the side, talking about midnight cigarettes and events climbing the branches in the morning, still drunk, and her face is flushed like a peach blossom. She sees exquisite tattoos through the mirror and occasionally shows white fangs. She caresses them like poppies and dreams of her lost voice. The running of a fox is the humidity of the air, the transparency of a water storage cup is the peace that slowly descends behind the hillside and the virus 6 peach blossoms. A scar scabbed in your past life loomed after a cold spring. Her lyrical lips gradually moved away from the branches. Fog scattered into the dream. Dew lost its center of gravity and her soft nails. Before you could pinch a peach blossom, love was porcelain, ambiguous and fragile. She cried, lifted the scissors in March to cut clothes one by one, and finally cut herself. She made more nests, made the body temperature on the dressing table, made grass and dialogue. For those who dream of peach blossoms, 7. The plot to empty the poison on the lips of a peach blossom is revealed in a thunderstorm night. She is half a flower and half a demon. She hits the spring with a broken string, and she passes through the wall, becoming a yin character. Seeing the anemia scholar's rice paper as thin and white, she reads the spell of the night and soaks into his ink and the person who dreams at his desk. He coughs up blood with the red candle all night. He spits out a peach blossom in the middle of the night. He falls into a dream with a pink background, dreaming of fingertips and quietly blooms. 2. Modern aesthetic poems describing peach blossoms in space talk about

In April, the world is full of beauty, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.

—— (Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple)

Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, which is not as good as Wang Lun's!

—— (Li Bai's A Gift to Wang Lun)

The grass is green, the willow is yellow, and the peach blossoms are chaotic.

—— (Jia Zhi's "Spring Thoughts")

Peach blossoms are scattered by young flowers, and yellow birds fly in Bai Niao.

—— (Du Fu's Qujiang Dui Jiu)

Egrets fly in front of the Mount Cisai, and peach blossoms are flowing and mandarin fish are fat.

-(Zhang Zhihe's "The Fisherman's Song")

Peach blossoms flow with the water all day. Where is the hole in Qingxi?

—— (Zhang Xu's Peach Blossom Creek)

Peach red contains persistent rain, while willow green contains spring smoke.

—— (Wang Wei's Pastoral)

Last year today, in this door, people's faces and peach blossoms set each other off.

I don't know where people are going, but peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

—— (Cui Hu's titled "The South Village of the Capital")

Where peaches and plums compete for fragrance, only Lao Mei is self-centered.

—— (Ming Wang Mian's "The Meme Map") 3. Love poems about peach blossoms

Love poems 1.

take home an armful, for my sake, as a symbol of our love. -Tang Wangwei's Acacia

when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches? Hope miss the person to collect more, Xiao Xiao red bean caused people.

Love poem 2.

Peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze even though people don't know where to go. -Cui Hu, Tang Dynasty, titled Nanzhuang, the capital city

Last year, today, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off. Come here again today, the girl does not know where to go, only the peach blossom is still, smile in full bloom in the spring breeze.

Love Poem 3.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny and sunny. -Tang Liu Yuxi's Zhuzhi Ci (3)

Yangliuqing River is at the same level, and I hear singing on Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny and sunny.

Love Poem 4.

It was once difficult for the sea to touch the water, forever amber. -Tang Yuan-zhen left thinking

Once the sea was difficult for water, forever amber. Hurried by the flowers in the walk, lazy look back; This reason, half because of the ascetic ascetic, half because of you once you.

Love Poem 5.

Candles have a heart to say goodbye and weep for others until dawn. -Tang Du Mu's farewell (two songs)

More than 13 pieces of cardamom curled up, and the cardamom was the first in early February.

The spring breeze is ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you roll up the bead curtain.

affectionate but always heartless, you can't laugh only when you are respectful.

Candles have a heart to say goodbye and weep for others until dawn.

Love Poems 6.

time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone. -Tang Li Shangyin Untitled

time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone. And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.

mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song. There are no many ways to get to Pengshan, oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.

Love Poems 7.

though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn. -Tang Li Shangyin Untitled

the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall. There is no Cai feng wings on the body, can not be fly wing to wing qi Fei; Heart is like consonance, emotion is interlinked.

across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet, where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp. Alas, hear five more drums should go to morning roll call; Ride the horse to LANTAI, like the wind in the wind.

Love Poems 8.

and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew! -Tang Li Shang Yin Jin Se

I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth. The sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, looking forward to the emperor.

mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun. And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew!

Love poem 9.

When * * * cuts the candle at the west window and says evening rain. -Tang Li Shangyin, note on a rainy night to a friend in the north

You asked about the return date, and evening rain rose to the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window and said evening rain.

Love Poem 1.

When flowers bloom, they must be folded straight, so don't wait for them to be empty. -Tang Du Qiuniang's golden gowns

Advise you not to cherish the golden gowns, and advise you to cherish your youth. Bloom can be folded straight, Don't wait for flowers to be empty. 4. Now write a modern poem about peach blossoms

[Modern Poetry] Peach Blossom Woman (and the song is recommended)-to make a bird

hit by a peach blossom

you walk out of a person's village

and a scholar in your dream, Lu Yu

, whose words are as transparent as butterflies

wandering in a secret garden.

Like the sky, you always burst into tears

You can't stop your stomachache

You can't stop dancing under the wings of the night

You can't escape a peach blossom spell

The child in the maze

You will be a lonely boat

However, the sea in August is silent there

You said:

In 24, The romantic months that belong to you have passed

Spring has gone

You have lost all your beauty

A simple woman

Sitting by the running water

No longer listening to Xu Wei. 5. Modern poems describing peach blossoms

Peach Blossom Rain

Text/ Nine flocks

a touch of pink

flying flocks that shake off a season

Wandering is the fate of the wind

But you have to seek the gentleness of the rain

until it snows

sleepless nights

repeating nightmares

waking up the lost neon

flickering candlelight for half a life

faint hope

.

tonight

the peach blossom rain in the next season

is wet

September's homecoming shadow

is rippling

the first night

This rain

is warmer than a paradise built with two hands

has melted

The eyes of snow and ice 6. The modernity of "peach blossom" Haizi "Peach Blossom" Peach Blossom blooms like a cage and runs out of blood, like two knives and axes, like the home of the knife and axe hand. Why are the flowers so red like a snowy mountain? My cage is on fire, and my cell collapses. Chains and iron bars are put on fire and thrown into the dark plateau around. Haizi's "You and Peach Blossoms" hair flutters very wearily in the wilderness, like the warm and cold peach blossoms left by the sun when it flies over the garden. Peach blossoms of the rebellious brain tribe, peach blossoms of water, beautiful female slaves, your hair flutters very wearily. You take off your skirt like a lamp, and the inside is empty year after year. Buried in the place where the sun takes root, the knife calls "waves" on the top of the mountain. Layers of waves, I am a knife in waves and lights. The hair of a knife in the wilderness is like a bright light, and the hair of a knife flutters very wearily. That is peach blossom. Our desire to breed in the angry valley builds a simple hometown peach blossom around the sunset, like a stone growing from the snow. A fiery red seat burning the sky sits with 1 beautiful female slaves. Sitting with a thousand of you. 4. Haizi's Peach Blossom is broken in autumn, and the torch in winter is plum blossom, and now it's spring. The torch is cut off and hung in the air, and the limbs are covered with silent convulsions. The scattered lyric poems are like peach trees scattered on the hills, and the peach blossoms are convulsed on my body. The horse flying out of the moon is nailed to the foundation of the sun's booming spring. 5. Haizi's Peach Blossom is open, and the skull of the sun moves, flames and flames.

They will turn water into a beautiful body of fire. At this moment, water is a flame hanging in the air, but at a deeper place, its wings are still red. Aggressive is the peach blossom season of the cyclops. The cyclops embraced a peach grove. All he saw was the earth burning endlessly. He suddenly met the peach blossom at the bottom of a burning stomach. They were food for each other. The king and his wife vomited fire on the guillotine. They hung on the land, fell from the heavy sky, smashed their heads and smashed their limbs on the land. In the spring, among hundreds of millions of people, where the animals spat fire, they had hallucinations. The animals grew into trees with rows of meat wrapped in bones. Lin Tuhuo is a beautiful scenery of flowers. You completed the internal fire of the sun and hell in a relatively short time, and the cold and silent burning gave birth to the sisters on both sides of the river. The morning glow and the sunset glow floated silently among the mountains. We met on the plateau on the pasture woven by the silent looms of the three sisters of fate.