In March, peach blossoms scattered prose everywhere.

On the hillside, magical resurrection, clear river, gurgling; Green treetops, strewn at random, strewn at random, grass and flowers complement each other; Butterflies and bees work together to stimulate interest in each other; Soft spring breeze, gentle breeze and continuous spring rain moisten the earth. ...

At this time, the pink flowers in my hometown are in full swing-the grand Peach Blossom Festival celebration was held as scheduled, attracting countless literati to compete for flowers. My culture is shallow, so I set an example and wrote a few paragraphs as a souvenir.

First, the intoxicating peach blossoms are still red.

Every day, the peach is burning its flowers. The beauty of peach blossoms enchants the world and is full of praise. Looking at peach blossoms and sighing at peach blossoms has been circulating for hundreds of years and thousands of years, accumulating romantic and confusing pink stories and precipitating a long-standing angel topic.

In the spring of March and the spring of Mu Feng, the flowers in Taoyuan are in full bloom. She is still so red, so delicate and charming, and her smile is so charming. I am intoxicated in the peach blossom full of interest. You see, the beautiful pink peach blossom is really enchanting, colorful and dazzling-this peach blossom is like sleeping on a branch, and that peach blossom is like talking to a small butterfly around. A peach blossom here is like a crimson cloud, and a peach blossom there is like a vermicelli. The breeze comes slowly and makes a rustling sound.

Yes, the beauty of "white inside and red outside-different" on petals and the charm of "yellow inside and white outside-the more you look at it, the more you love it" on stamens. How can you not let people's thoughts gallop and emerge? Imagine the young woman with peach blossom face, the spoony love in the world, and ... So, she also thought of the happiness, embarrassment and sad story of peach blossom fan in the world, and could not help but sigh that "a bosom friend is hard to find"!

Alas, joy is fleeting, embarrassment is unbearable, and lament is endless. So we forbid talking about peaches, just as Ah Q forbids talking about light and avoids talking about sadness. Actually not, whether it's Peach Blossom Luck, Peach Blossom Luck or Peach Blossom Fan. In the spring breeze, peach blossoms are intoxicating and take in everything in a glance. She is always so sad, the heartstrings are gently plucked, and the peach blossoms are affectionate.

Let's see, among the peach blossoms in Chiba, the imperial garden, Emperor Tang Ming personally broke off a peach blossom named "Helping Jiao Hua" and inserted it in Yang Guifei's crown, which made his beloved princess more charming, thus making him irresistibly addicted to the love of peach blossoms, which led to "the emperor abandoned his early listening" and blamed the romantic pink flower incident on the culprit of "An Shi Rebellion", which was vividly interpreted. Alas, once the emperor, such intoxicated love made the infatuation and psychedelic of peach blossom vivid.

Yes, peach blossoms are intoxicating, really intoxicating. As long as it is in full bloom, whether the mountain is silent or not, whether the water condenses or not, whether the mountain will change hands or not, she just greets the spring bath proudly, still makes people read the beauty of spring in the world, continues the delicate and touching pink story, and continues to write one immortal love myth after another, repeatedly. ...

Second, the true meaning of pink

Peach blossoms in March always bring back memories. It is easy to think of me and his pink story, the wanton joy of peach blossom love and the pain of unrequited love. However, the lost and fallen peach blossoms should be put down and only feel the true meaning of peach blossoms-sincere love and longing for a better future.

The beauty of peach blossoms, as we all know, is intoxicated with peach blossoms, and people do their best. I think at that time, I was surprised at first sight, and then I fell in love with you. Every move, every word, is placed in each other's hearts. Smile at each other, as if the whole world is bright, as if peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the world will prosper. Eye-catching, ambiguous surging, it doesn't matter who held whose hand first, we had a sweet time together. Later, each other's two people, each entangled, each hurt, misunderstood, missed, and tied the knot for love. If so, let's meet at the place where the peach blossoms in March. ...

I still remember it clearly. Standing under a blooming tree, he said: We all know that Li Bai has always loved peach blossoms, just as he likes drinking and writing poems. His friend Wang Lun knew this well and wrote him a good book: "Sir, I like flowers very much. There are ten miles of peach blossoms here;" Mr. Wang likes to drink heavily. There is a apricot blossom hotel here. Why not come here to play! " Li Bai was very happy to hear that. He immediately went up the Jingxi River by boat. As a result, there is a well-known masterpiece "To Wang Lun", which makes the love of "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet" spread through the ages. Therefore, peach blossom is not only a metaphor of love, but also a symbol of friendship …

Such irony, in the romantic pink world, I thought love would come back, but I just think. Because he is telling the story of "Poet Fairy", he is not communicating, but explaining that peach blossom is not only a symbol of love, but also a sincere and beloved affection between friends.

"You and I should be bosom friends of thousands of feet!" Two people are almost in unison, truly spit out this sentence from the bottom of my heart.

The charming peach blossom proves the true meaning, and there is no need to look back. We all know that. Then let peach blossom compete with beauty for spring, show people the coquettish beauty of reading all the spring scenery in the world, appreciate the beauty of peach blossom and experience the inspiration and symbol of longing for a better future.

For example, Tao Yuanming, a recluse poet in Jin Dynasty, really felt the wonderful understanding of peach blossom, and even loved it so hard to see that he even had a dream in broad daylight: "Walking by a stream, forgetting the distance of the road, I suddenly met a peach blossom forest, and there were hundreds of steps on the shore. There were no miscellaneous trees in it, and the grass was fragrant and colorful." So, he entered the realm of Xanadu and wrote "Peach Blossom Garden".

So the feeling is to let go. In the early morning when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, leaning against the window and looking at the white clouds in the sky, I suddenly look back quietly, and a heart that has been rendered by earthly fireworks has settled down. If I meditate on the tenderness in my heart, I can find the true meaning of pink.

Wow, the peach blossom that is still charming every year is accompanied by a touching pink story every year. It always sucks the spring with great interest and is attached to the warmth of the spring breeze. It has become the true symbol of spring and the meaning of yearning for beauty-quite good, the true meaning of pink!

Third, waiting for you, the peach blossoms will bloom in March.

It's March day in Jiangnan again.

Spring breeze, shaking off the laziness and tiredness between the eyebrows, was attracted, a gentle drizzle, wet, seasonal colors, together with the pink of peach blossoms. ...

Once, March was full of fragrance and poetry.

The pink melody brings a fatal encounter, which is fate and providence! You gently blow a clear dawn, step into the dazzling peach blossom garden, and slowly sweep my face with your handsome eyes. In an instant, a warm current crossed my crystal clear feeling. It's just a moment, but it's a lifetime. It's deeply engraved in my heart and will stay fresh in the memory of the old people. If so, I have forgotten the age when I entrusted my millions of worries to the end of the world, and I have forgotten the reserve of women. Just like Zhu, "sleeping with the same clothes and falling in love" is a kind of warmth, warming me with a touch of affection.

Now the peach blossoms fade in March.

The color of Taoyuan is getting stronger and stronger, with a faint fragrance. I miss your heart when I am wet. Gently pick up the brush and draw your eyebrows and your smile; Imitation ink paper, where you write, every word is your name, every sentence is a story as clear as water in your trance, and a mountain stream rushes to your brow, which no one can see through. How many thoughts and expectations, endless happy encounters day and night, long and short, plain and graceful, gaunt and exquisite. ...

So, meet in March, burn peach blossoms, and get drunk.

You said, pretty and charming peach blossoms. As soon as you look at it, you can see that you walk quietly. If you are a smiling woman, you are looking around, expecting those smiling eyes, indulging in peach blossoms all your life, picking a touch of pink joy and storing a drop of crystal tears, just waiting for you to fly and arrive. From then on, I swept a handful of peach blossom fragrance and quietly entered your sleeve, accompanying it and never giving up. No matter where you are, no matter where your heart is, a flower has reached that profound meaning, * * * singing the pipa, adding tea fragrance and indulging in the affectionate March.

Oh, waiting for you, the peach blossoms will bloom in March …