There are countless poems about peach blossom handed down from ancient times. Here is a modern poem about peach blossom that I searched and sorted out. Welcome to read it!
Peach Blossom
I
stand against the spring, the skirt is fluttering
poetic red, and a tree is lit with spring
gorgeous as a sunset, picturesque
Whose little girl
is so bold
Shouting three thousand miles of wheat waves
Two
dazzling, Imagination
This attractive poem
is a dream that I built with my whole youth
Time is like water, and how many memories I have
river of no return
Only you, pink red
is still shining on my branch
On March 8th, Wednesday
I went back to my childhood village
The sky was dark. It's windy and rainy
my hometown people say
it's a timely rain
after the rain clears up, Sunny
I'm standing in the old courtyard
reading you from a distance
reading your bright smile
I suddenly understand what a peach blossom with a face
Peach Blossom in Half a Mile
The afterlife
Covering the face of the gods all over the sky
Prosperous loneliness
Covering the face of the peach blossom in March
Lonely and beautiful
.
It's easy to bear the splendor of your first bloom
It's scattered on the lake in May
Half a mile of peach blossoms
A moment of prosperity
I've been wandering from place to place
Numerous Peach Blossoms
The misty clouds on the horizon fall over the blue tile bridge, and people
The fence outside the house is holding hands to make tea for Jun Qingquan
The fragrance is fragrant. Under the moon, the white gauze is light, flying flowers and dancing are full of prosperity
Who quietly enters poetry and painting when the sun sets
Peach blossoms grow branches outside the window, but I can't wait for him
Flowers fall all over the couch, counting the crows, and it's another summer in a blink of an eye
I'm so upset that there's nothing to say and miss
The half-moon wall recalls the past, and no one answers
The night is cool, the plane trees are raining, and acacia is raining
The cloister full of peach blossoms
Who can hear the sound of singing and complaining about caring
The wind shakes the candle, the wax and the blue light, and the shadow of the shadow will drink all the sorrow
In an instant, the peach blossom in Fanghua's hand seems like a lifetime ago, and he
The years are silent and lonely, and the smoke and sand are wantonly scattered
The pillow is cool, and who sings and complains about his heart
The leaves are flying and the spring breeze is exhausted, and he wants to comb the railing. There is no answer
The night is cool, the plane trees are raining, and the lovesickness is raining
The dusk bell in Qingshi Lane is noisy, and looking back, the empty mountain is full of peach blossoms
Author: Yang Hengxue
Last year, there was no spring
The peach blossoms didn't bloom
Looking at the dusk, it's still those filaments
blooming on the bud head. > two years and one year
compete with sunshine
compete with spring breeze
compete with girls for color
you enrich the poet's inspiration
you block the tourists' lens
you occupy the Longbo section
it is bright because of you
your heart is open and cheerful because of you
Cui Hu's poems are immortal because of you < Poems that can't be written for years
songs that can't be sung for thousands of years
Peach Blossoms
Author: Liu Liping
That tree is the most beautiful
A skirt
My pupils are full of spring
My heart is in the petals
I am lingering in the flowers
You. You used to be poetic
When the spring lifted, your eyes were as delicate as peach blossoms
There were several times when the face of peach blossoms
The face of peach blossoms was low in my eyes
You were in my dream
I was in your implicit humor
Was that peach blossom you in your previous life
Were you in your previous life? The fairy smell of peach blossoms
There are so many words at my desk
Do you hear
whispers from my heart
the moonlight on the branches of the moon
turns into bunches of peach blossoms
like red candles in tears
drops of sadness
I used to miss a spring in a thousand years
Peach blossoms lead the deep.
It's been hundreds of years since I walked all the way.
Peach blossoms have accompanied me all the way.
The roadside opened a fragrant lake house for me.
A boat with a leaf took me to the faint flower lane.
Peach Blossoms Still Laugh at the Spring Breeze.
Author: weeping Populus euphratica
1
> draw a picture for a prison and stick to a dead promise
always believe that you won't leave me
believe that you can't leave yesterday, which was dependent on each other
unable to look back at that distant figure
just fill my heart with the once beautiful things
even if it's just for that fictional belief
I'd rather spend all my life
don't think that you see it as a random turn.
It became our permanent separation
2
You don't know that day since you got home from the horse
I've been crowded in desperate crowds all day
I'm ashamed to look for the birthmark with the same fate as me
I want to tell you more about the peach tree that you planted with your own hands after the cold wind in March
It's all over the floor < Sleepless stars have tears in their eyes
Every night, I miss your sky
Dreams are full of your shadow
I can't help asking you how are you? Where are you tonight?
3
You won't forget the blooming rape field
When I miss you, I often stand alone for a long time
Listening to the whispers of the breeze blowing through the grass tips
Imitation. Buddha, you snuggle next to me and whisper softly
Counting the footprints you left behind
It's like touching your warm breath
If you can come back at this time
I will certainly beg you to take me with you
How humble I am without you
How can you bear to imprison me in the thoughts that I can't give up all my life
4
I'm used to living in your eyes
I'm used to listening to songs and writing poems together
sowing my dreams into the land of spring
But now
you leave me alone in this boundless dark night
I really don't know,
Where else can I go without you
Looking up at the sky is a prison door every step
Can it be said that the distance between the sky and the earth
really becomes the distance between you and me
5
That proud hairpin is still standing on the desk
but your unique warmth has already escaped from the palm
How many times have I tried to step on others' footprints < Walking into the dream of having you
but being a relative
I finally found the graveyard I love
Why don't you always give me a standing place
so that I can
engrave your name on the stone tablet with me
6
If the wandering waning moon
can still revive a sentimental person. Should I spend my whole life waiting
to meet the beauty of peach blossoms in that time
If what you killed was only the scenery of one season
Should I exchange it for an immortal soul
Who cares where I wake up tonight
I just need to get drunk at the ferry in April
I don't know where to go
Only peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze < > Peach Blossom Burning
Author: Clouds and waters are clear
Peach Blossoms are burning whose clouds and skirts are like fire
The bells and drums are sleeping vividly
The melodious piano and harp in Nanshan are shining
A story sinks into a peaceful river
The autumn waters are silent in the sunset
But it can also be imagined as an Iraqi
Lingbo trots and socks are born. > waiting for the gentleman to trace back along the water
tracing back to the ancient legend of Jian Jian Cang
despite the remote innocence, where is it engraved
Is the love on the water side like yesterday's
the end of the ragged lovesickness of water shepherd's purse
the swaying water turned off and the sound was naked
Who abandoned the pebbles on the river bank? I don't know if you can stay with the waiting
Spring scenery in the pine needles has faded in the past
Running water washes whose poetry is clear
Spread the wrinkles of butterfly wings
Let the dream of peach blossom open and close with your heart
Light spirits break the silent heart lake
Ripples turn into dragonflies flying over
Stop at the willow bank and listen to the silence of the wind and rain.
the beautiful scenery is still the hypothesis of poetry collection
the bell on the passenger ship outside the ancient city is bitter
the dancing with tears on the wall waving goodbye
the willow branches of Baqiao Bridge are broken, and the years of the pavilion are mottled
I can't solve the life and death contract spread by drumming
I am lonely under the old pagoda tree in Dongguan. Beautiful years are like water
Who are you waiting for sitting on the dressing table alone?
Blue bows fly into my deep courtyard.
Perched on the South China Sutra, listening to my drums and singing.
Wake up the self who sleeps in the depths of Taoyuan.
Life should be unrestrained and free and easy.
Peach blossoms are burning. If you and I can laugh, it is all your own enlightenment. Silence in the cycle of years
You are still in my end of the world, and I am still in your corner
But how can I be afraid of the hustle and bustle?
Believe that I won't lose the dust and wave ink for you.
Believe that you are indomitable and persistent.
Whose belief is that peach blossoms are burning?
Shine double shadows like watching a long river sunset.