Cherry blossoms opened like snow last night, gradually realizing that he had become an old clown before the flowers.
People and things surround us. Cherry blossoms and cherry trees enclose us. Whether it's people or things, they are constantly tormenting our eyes,It's better to survive in darkness.
by Brontez
The cherries bloomed like snow last night,
gradually realizing that he had become an old clown in front of the flowers,
I was hoping for cherry blossoms full of flowers and clusters, for the fruits that followed, I wasn't so attached.
The falling cherry blossoms, the bleakness after the blossoms, the chill of spring, like a fleeting moment, the young green shimmered through the hidden leaves, yellow cherry blossoms, greedily sucked in the breath of spring.
Yuechin wrote about cherry blossoms, thus having a meaning of ‘people’s faces are unknown where they are.’ Modern women are getting fewer and fewer beautiful and fashionable dresses, Bai Le Tian missed the drunken poetry with Yuechin, Yuechin saw millions of cherry blossoms in the distance, he looked back to the women under the flowers, in a red robe, truly there were flowers to pick, it was a regret,
Besides a few clusters of cherry blossoms, I saw lazy cats and bees harassing, there was no one else lingering around the tree, cherry blossoms are generally odorless, spring rain falling off them doesn't need to be mourned, just happy, they are brilliant small paths, I pace back and forth, through the gaps of the flowers, birds open their wings and soar into the sky, freedom,
The taste of cherries, I'm afraid that the sour taste occupies an important part, there is also fragrance, Yuxi Sheng's sorrow was magnified by later generations, he may not have so many political ambitions, writing love poems is always fine,
Li Yi Shan probably missed the short-bloomed cherry blossoms, ‘The Little Swallow Dances with Butterflies’ and ‘Two Butterflies’, he looked at the flying yellow orioles and butterflies, some emotions, come suddenly, thoughtlessly from under the cherry blossoms, like this flower fell to the ground, and then noticed the ‘discontinuous’ matter, really many, years pass,
Sometimes spring events are no fun at all, the clear and distinct weather, doesn’t know when disappeared, yellow twilight, the twenty-second day of the twelfth lunar month, the time of the epidemic is repeated, people’s trajectories are also repeated, so I constantly shuttle through memories to block, last year the cherry blossoms bloomed time, innocently and boringly entered spring dreams,
The edge of the dream is a drizzle, cannot touch the edge of the curtain of darkness, ‘Rain in the City Streets is as Tender as Wax’, Han Yu missed the most beautiful time in Chang’an, which was the appearance of cherry blossoms soaked in spring rain, the next day, the cherry blossoms bloomed, this was the scene of last year, in the center of the community, there was a large cluster of green, at dawn, countless petals floated,
Such ordinary cherry blossoms blooming, often before the spring rain, completed the ripening of fruits, hurried people, carelessly stepping on the wet gray stone slabs, those pale yellow cherry blossoms, trembling their faces, began to explore the strange world, thinking of these cherries are not those cherries, not the black and purple cherry tomatoes solid appearance, the mouth suddenly felt a little sour,
‘Qingping Yue’ was originally a common word in Song poems, Wang Jing An used it to fill in the lyrics, the person was traveling, he missed the city of Suzhou, thinking of the woman under the cherry blossoms, ‘Under the Cherry Blossoms, Meet in the Cloudy Clouds’’, the woman’s figure bowed her head, red robe, red dress, especially outstanding in spring, the man’s words were disconnected, not distinguishing between dreams and reality,
The work: Gail C. Flanery
Gail C. Flanery
