Write poems about peach blossoms in spring.

Peach blossom in Dalin Temple Author: Bai Juyi

In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed. I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.

Posted the topic of peach blossom in Xiao Lou, Zhongzhou: Bai Juyi

If you go to the martial arts again, it will always be the Qin people who tell you. Remember the romantic night in the small building, two or three branches on the red column.

Take wine with guests and watch cherry blossoms early. Author: Bai Juyi

Cherry hair in the morning, drinkers in the spring. Green cups touch lamps, while red snow presses branches.

Less unfathomable, more life accidents. How about stopping to buy flowers without getting drunk?

Late Peach Blossom Author: Bai Juyi

A red heart blows the pool, and when it blooms in the evening, it is a bamboo-shaded pine tree. I didn't see it because the sun was slanting, and I won't know if I'm not idle.

It is easy to leave school to find raw materials in cold areas, but it is often too late for poor families to adopt their daughters. If spring is deep, whoever pities it will be folded by Bai Shilang.

Peach Blossoms in Bai Juyi's "Xialuanzhuangnan"

Peach blossoms in the south of the village are infinite, and I come alone. The wind blows red all over the ground at dusk, and no one cares who opens it.

Peach blossom in Kenli by Gu Kuang

Peach blossoms in the garden meet the female crown, and apricot leaves in the forest fall into the fairy altar. Old people can only teach clearly, listening to the cold in the mountains and the moon in the night.

Venice Peach Blossom Author: Han Yu

The blinds and peaches are redder in the evening, and the bamboo reflected in the window is exquisite. You know, the stone lion belongs to heaven, so you are forbidden to be with Xianlang.

Han Yuanji's "Six States Loose Head"

What the east wind means. Momo branch is the first. Pink is greasy. As charming as a violinist. Rely on Zhu Fei. Remember that year. Hidden new makeup.

Facing the seaside. Spring will be half. The clouds are getting warmer. Inclined bridge turn. Jiacheng west. The grass is soft and the sand is flat.

Yang Du and Yule fought for each other. Recognize the moth's eyebrows and smile, and the face is thin and pharynx. The embroiderers peeked. Hate yiyi.

* * * Hand in hand. It smells like fog. Red follows the steps. Complain that spring is late. Sales book, damaged. Who can ask? Take the time to understand. Tears hang in the air.

Swallows in front of the old church fly with misty rain. People will get old. Spring is growing well. Dream moment.

Once the willow waves, how many romantic places, flowers should be sad. But the vast twilight, the broken Wuling River. The past is hard to trace back.