Winter goes to spring, the willow branches are green, and the flowers are waiting to bloom.
We look forward to the peach blossoms scorching, the apricot blossoms drifting snow, and the roses chaotic. Spring is a vigorous flower event, which kicked off in the stinging spring thunder.
Those dark red and light blue, pink and white, are slowly painted by the spring brush, dyed into a colorful patch.
In this issue, we will enjoy four poems, all about spring flowers, and the tenderness of the stinging flower trade wind.
This year, it has not returned to the cold and cloudy, and it is still snowy in February.
I felt the spring in the morning, and suddenly saw the peach blossoms blooming on the stream.
Shi Miaosheng "Happy Sunny Occasional Theme".
The poet and monk of the Ming Dynasty, passing by the stream one morning, saw the crimson peach blossoms blooming brilliantly, and did not feel happy in his heart. I feel that the spring breeze is like a distinguished guest, which has opened the peach blossoms, and will also usher in a prosperous spring.
No matter who you are, you can't resist spring. Because spring represents vigorous vitality and upward strength, everything is ready to move, ready to go, the evergreen will be green, and the bloom will bloom.
The peach blossoms are shallow and deep, and they seem to have even deep and light makeup.
The spring breeze helps the intestines to break and blows off the white clothes.
Yuan Zhen "Peach Blossom".
In the place where the peach blossoms bloom, it is as beautiful as a picture. The colors are gorgeous and colorful, there are deep red, light red, light pink and dark pink, and the beauty of peach blossoms is endless, just like a beautiful woman painting exquisite makeup, which makes people look at it for thousands of years, and the heart is excited.
However, the spring breeze does not understand the style, and wants to blow the peach petals off one after another, falling on the poet's white clothes, and blowing his whole body full, worrying about the wind and rain for the flowers, making his liver and intestines broken. The poet's pity is really a bodhisattva's heart.
The heating is submerging the second spring, and the plum blossoms have been new to the apricot blossoms.
In the half-open and half-fallen idle garden, how different is the glory and withering of the world.
Luo Yin's "Apricot Blossoms".
I like "Apricot Blossom" written by Luo Yin, a talented man, very objective and philosophical. The weather has warmed up, and the spring flowers are in full bloom one after another. The plum blossoms bloom early, and the thanksgiving are also early. The apricot blossoms are new, and Shi Shiran is on the scene.
The poet said that in the secluded deserted garden, half of the flowers are falling one after another; Half of the flowers are blooming one after another. It's like the prosperity and decline of the world, no one can occupy the scenery and enjoy the prosperity. It's all you singing and I'll appear again, and the cycle will be reincarnated.
A night of light thunder and ten thousand silks, the glow of the floating tile is uneven.
The affectionate peony contains spring tears, and the powerless rose lies on the branches.
Qin Guan "Spring Day".
In the poet's pen, the thunder is soft, don't you dare to argue for the wonderful flowers? After a burst of thunder, thousands of wisps of spring rain fell. The green tiles on the roof are jagged, and they are washed by the rain and are lovely.
The rain wetted the peony, and it was so beautiful that it was comparable to "a pear blossom with spring rain", which was especially charming and moving. The poet felt that the peony was amorous, and her eyes were full of tears, which belonged to the tears of spring. In the eyes of the poet, flowers are like beauties, she is affectionate and pitiful.
There is love in the heart, and all things are lovely. It is truly amazing that the poets of ancient times had such delicate feelings.
He then began to write about Rose. On the misty wall flower stand, a faint smell of flowers hits people. The stumbling vines were full of flower branches, and roses were blooming haphazardly. A light thunder and a spring rain woke up thousands of flowers. At this time, the roses, like beauties, they are delicate and weak, and they wake up in a lazy spring dream.
Text: Green Window Flower Shadow
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