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In March, Peach died and burned its Chinese prose.
In March, Peach died and burned its Chinese prose.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom, colorful and fiery red. The girl is going to get married and be happy at her husband's house.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom and there are countless fruits. The girl is going to get married, and the heir who gave birth early is going to make a fortune.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom, and green leaves are lush and never fall. The girl is getting married, and Comix is in harmony. -"The Book of Songs, National Style and Nan Zhou"

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There are peach blossoms in my heart, otherwise how could this spring come so early? Four or five days before the Spring Festival, the peach blossoms opened, so that when I saw them, I was suddenly surprised. I don't know how to describe this surprise. It's like suddenly seeing a woman who has been looking for a thousand years. She was too stunned to speak, just in a daze. I know, this is love. For thousands of years, mountains and rivers are getting old, and this strange feeling will not get old.

"Peach wants to die, burning its beauty." You are the bride in my book of songs, charming and breathtaking. This romantic feeling is in the bones. I only feel that the peach blossoms in my bones are full and jade Qing is shy. This is a miracle of nature. Chrysanthemum, osmanthus and peach blossom bloom at the same time. Huang Chao wrote in Ode to the Chrysanthemum: "If I were Di Qing next year, the newspaper would open with the peach blossom." I helped him realize his ideal. Buddha said: All dharmas are born of the mind. Love in the heart blooms peach blossoms. Spring has really come, and rolling thunder and majestic spring rain are about to rise.

Beauty is like jade. Elegant and generous. Gentle and reserved, passionate and unrestrained. This is a flower in full bloom in my heart, my peach blossom. You are gorgeous, like a cloud falling from the sky, with dew, spitting English, charming in the branches of spring. Misty rain, like lingering love, moistens the life of this soul, reaching out and twisting the silk, a wisp of flower soul. Powder makeup is jade, yellow and tender, peach blossom red. I don't know how much loneliness is contained in that brightness.

This is a pure dream, pink burning. Perhaps from Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden, or from the Peach Blossom Island written by Jin Yong.

Peach blossoms are like the sea. The more elegant, the more lonely. These noble pink flower fogs are amazing, exquisite and pitiful after the silence in winter. I have to sigh the magic of nature and appreciate her elegance. Peach blossom is idle, maybe in the corner, maybe in the corner by the river, maybe in the unknown wilderness.

Through the touch of misty rain and smoky wind, peach blossoms are faint, fragrant but not strong, sweet but not greasy. Whether it is sunny or rainy, it is charming; Whether it is heavy or light, it is gentle and graceful. White as snow, pink as chardonnay, red as fire, infatuated, blooming their own beauty. Peach blossom is beautiful, romantic, affectionate, elegant, naive, noble and warm. I think, except peach blossom, no flower can represent love. After all, roses are too vulgar, and they can't stand elegance, and they can't stand this fanaticism-the fanaticism of scrambling. This is a kind of madness, a kind of burning, and no flower can burn itself like this. Burning like hell.

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Peach blossoms smell of alcohol. Pink is gentle and moving, innocent. Enchanting, soft, naughty, cute and handsome. Awaken by the spring breeze and fall into the dust. Pink petals and yellow core are lazy and dazzling. Exquisite and gorgeous figure, with unspeakable sadness. The imperial concubine is drunk, it should be peach. That kind of bones are in a mess, the flowers are shaking, and there is a little alcohol, which is the most confusing. That color is full and split, and when your fingertips touch it, water will drip.

Buds are in bud, like shy girls in bud, looking forward to spring in the drizzle. It's only been a few days, just like waking up. One in the east and one in the west are all smiling, and the flowers are surging-it is a kind of gushing, spraying flowers from the chestnut branches. Peach blossom contains strong vitality and is the flame of spring. Pink, crimson, next to each other, crowded with branches, in full bloom, ostentatious, fanatical, clusters, clusters, dyed the clouds red. Magnificent, such as the sea, such as the tide.

Laughter pours people into the city, and then laughter pours people into the country. A garden full of rouge, can't get carried away. Peach blossoms are brilliant, deep, lazy, charming, gentle, infatuated and intoxicated. The peach blossoms on the other side are light and thick, cold and bright, with the breath of Jiangnan. How many heroes lead a drunken life. Peach blossom is the color of beauty's cheeks and blood. Peach blossom is a colorful word left in the blood of literati, with decadent poetry. Peach blossom is a kind of luck and a kind of robbery. Everyone is waiting for this robbery and planting a peach tree in their hearts. Peach blossom contains blood, lust and peach blossom. After the prosperity, they are desolate. But that desolation is also covered with peach blossoms, a pot of wine, a sword and peach blossoms all the way. Rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes of peach blossoms, which are decadent but beautiful.

Peach blossoms are willful. Extremely static and extremely dynamic. Silent and unscrupulous. Love is hate.

Don? Cui Hu's poem titled "The Village in the South of the City" said: "Today last year, in this door, the peach blossoms with human faces set each other off in red, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze, even though people don't know where to go." Peach blossoms in the Tang Dynasty will never grow old after thousands of years, because love will never grow old. Love is not old. The peach blossom buried by Lin Daiyu is red, and so is the blood that Sister Lin vomited on the semi-old handkerchief given by Baoyu. Peach blossom is in the dust, and it is also an out-of-touch fairy.

Hu Lancheng said: "Peach blossoms are difficult to draw because they have to be painted quietly." . Peach blossom at the bottom is deep loneliness. And so lonely. Peach blossom is also cold, a very quiet flower deeply rooted in loneliness, so peach blossom is also the most gorgeous-extremely cold and gorgeous; Quiet to the extreme, it is noisy. All the beautiful women in the world are extremely lonely. The more lonely, the more elegant. Only when it is quiet to the extreme can it be beautiful to the extreme.

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The peach blossom belongs to the poet. I don't know whether the peach blossom provoked the poet or the poet provoked the peach blossom. Peach blossom and the poet's infatuation, plain and faint, have their own words to say. A pot of wine, a cup of tea, and flowers, flowers sleep. Red rain bursts, cinnabar dots, and pink patches fall all over the body. When I woke up, I touched it with my hand, and that faint love turned into poetry and painting.

Don't teach acacia to provoke peach blossoms. The most handsome man in the world is the poet Zhang. He said: "Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat." Poets like to paint with poems. In fact, you don't need many peach blossoms, just "three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo". It is better to be wild, that kind of wildness, like the natural wildness in human bones, is more free and comfortable. "Peach blossoms bloom without owners"-famous flowers can be picked without owners.

Yan Shi said, "Dance low at the heart of the willow building and sing at the bottom of the peach blossom fan." Jie Jiang said in his poem: "The streamer is easy to throw people, the cherries are red and the plantains are green." In Du Fu's poem, he said, "Lovely crimson loves light red." In addition to the rosy clouds of 10,000 mu of peach blossoms, there is also a wonderful sight of peach blossoms dipped in water. If you suddenly catch a glimpse of a peach blossom on the cliff, it will be even more amazing.

Peach blossoms are pure and clean. In a dream of red mansions, Sister Lin is said to be a peach blossom fairy, and her fragrance is extremely weak, just like Sister Lin's Leng Xiang. Every peach blossom is like a light wing and strange girl's skin, as fat as jade as snow. Pavilions and pavilions, in the wild, foggy, rainy and windy, came alive spiritually.

Peach blossom is affectionate and romantic. "Crazy catkins go with the wind, fine peach blossoms chase the water", and there are even more "spring water fascinates the sky, peach blossoms wave, and common cold is a few degrees." Draw boat curtains, buy flowers and bring wine, and the banks of Wuling River frequently steal eyes, with beautiful lips, and spend a night in chaos. Shallow dimples and a bad smile remind me of Yu Pingbo's Qinhuai River in the Shadow of Paddle Lights, which is a kind of eroticism.

Peach blossoms are everywhere. A dream of red mansions is full of peach blossoms, and Jin Ping Mei is full of peach blossoms. Peach blossoms always stay with willows, and the waist of peach blossoms and willows constitutes a stunning beauty. Peach with rain, willow with smoke, holding a round fan on the bridge dock of the warm air pavilion, panting to catch butterflies, what a romantic flow it would be. Sister Lin and Sister Xue are also very romantic. Zuo Zongtang said that their romantic love is a kind of psychosexuality, which transcends the body.

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Peach blossoms are thin. Dai Yu's poem of burying flowers said, "The peach blossom curtain is still open outside, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the peach blossom." Thin as a peach blossom. The beauty is so unlucky because she is too thin. Although this kind of bone feeling is beautiful, it can't stand the years. As soon as the cold rain hit, it fell apart. Don't come loose, but also chaos, such as those women in the red chamber, only tall and beautiful, thin life, the play has not been finished, but it has long been a mess, falling everywhere.

Peach blossoms have grievances, which are related to romantic affairs. Every peach blossom dream is intoxicating and has its own injuries and pains. You can be affectionate and never give up, or you can be far away and near. Peach blossom is a sad beauty. Almost every household in the north and south of the Yangtze River has peach blossoms, which bloom in turn from south to north and stretch for thousands of miles. There are peach blossoms in ancient and modern times, which have come in turn from ancient times to the present for thousands of years. China is a land of peach blossoms. Without peach blossoms, there would be no poetry. Without peach blossom, you lose romance.

Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden is the most romantic chapter in the world, far away from the outside world, a fairyland and dreamlike. The emperors of China devoted themselves to turning their royal gardens into a paradise. Known as "Oriental Dream Art", Yuanmingyuan is a paradise that the Qing emperors dreamed of. The grass is flat, the setting sun is far away, the Taoxi is chaotic, the willows are turned gently, the mountains are splashed with ink, and the water is green. The emperor's eunuchs and maids dressed as firewood, fishermen and hermits, fishing and hunting in the peach blossom rain, poetic and picturesque, what an idyllic scenery. The noise of the world is far away, and the struggle between people is light, leaving only a quiet place. But yellow hair and blue eyes don't understand peach blossoms, which ignited the dream of the emperor of China.

Anthomaniac has existed since ancient times. Tao Yuanming in Jin Dynasty loved chrysanthemums, Zhou Dunyi in Song Dynasty loved lotus flowers, and Lin Hejing loved plum blossoms. Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty was a peach blossom idiot. He said in his poem: "Peach blossoms in the south of the village are infinite, and I come alone." "In April, the world is beautiful everywhere, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple." Peach blossoms have a short flowering period and will wither in a few days. If you want to see it for a long time, you have to follow the peach blossom from mountain to mountain like Bai Juyi. Tang Yin in Ming Dynasty was a peach blossom madman. "In Taohuawu, there are peach fairies in Taohuawu. The peach fairies race against peach trees. They pick peach blossoms in exchange for drinks ... others laugh at me for being too crazy, and I also laugh at others for not being able to see through, and I can't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, without flowers and wine." Peach blossom is wine, so chic and crazy. In ancient times, there was also a man named Pan An. When he was a county magistrate, he actually asked his farmers to plant peach trees in every household, just to see the romance of flowers. Pan An was the first handsome guy in ancient times, and the peach blossoms were really cute.

If you don't come to spring for a few days, you will be old. Peach blossom rain, arch eyebrows, thin shirts and light fans, marry Dongfeng. A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for wine to pour, melancholy. I just want to take a boat, go to the west bank of Shijie, find a garden among the wild smoke in Qiao Fei, and put this body. There are wine, poetry and peach blossoms.