Modern Poetry
桃花吟
Peach Yin 桃花吟
Lan Yuningyan
1, Peach Dream Who, after following the rain Windows open in the spring, a thousand colors emerge Colorful, geese Larry Huang, rendering the background into a gorgeous And this season, yet the protagonist of the stage That is my obsession peach, bud than in dreams How do I cross this water mae destiny The name of poetry, please pink root of these By a Song Lanzhou, ferry to your facial features And that deep in the heart of the secret, come clean to you Do not, do not listen to the words flow Open to free the hand of my Nianhua Sometimes the missing moment, waiting to use lifetime re- The Red bottomless, then there is no scenery Women's heart as pure as can be, gentle eyes You wake up in time before the butterfly To the spring, polished palm, Zuanjin happiness 2, Peach drunk To you, I spring fictional the February and March water And then waited at the Taohuawu the crossing, waiting for you after Youth of the doors is open, the flowers open over a one Been open to the south of the boats, the birds light cry, buzzing I met your eyes moist, took peach cups This is a sweet and led to thousands of Acacia, gently sip, and was drunken Who is in the ear, and said softly Hold your hand, I have the entire spring Swarmed to the numerous flower peach, floral touch the bone, very soft time Even if you are, my bar drink Sansei stone that this altar Nver possession for many years has been closed I want you to drink with me, even if this went through, the tears wet Pathetic And then ask you to help me of a makeup Touch of pink, starting from the eyebrows painted From now on, every night in Hong dream, I sleep in a peach in this last 3, Taohua Jie Standing near the water, to see the spring and transition Thousands of miles away from our sight, to my thin shoulder JB diligence has Tankan, but I can not wait I want to grab before the on_set_ of the next rain Off under a beautiful peach, grafting on the missing The horse back who galloped on the road are Thousands of miles, passing countless Inn I gradually wide sleeves, rope full of poetic ping ping ze ze Butterfly in Love, Yan title of mud, tea boiling spring Bi Que do not know what the take out, so you spring Shaoji Please do not laugh at my Dimei back So many tears have no place to shelter If, Weak water three thousand, I only drink you poured This is the fate of doom I am willing to lend life and make up with tears Just give me all of the Peach Blossom Spring collection from For you to shop a way home, Hong dyed chestnut, speckled happiness 4, peach drop Acacia knot a blue, peach falling Calm and quiet, like a beautiful dream finish Diffuse water gently over the flowers in his arms rope Sha shore woman, not applied Prostitute, holding the Fallen flowers Diffuse through the misty rain slim figure, and the singing voice Li Wei Liang fingertips, Nian Qi, is the last ray of style, I can not speak meaningful words After the string off, and then no one charming to listen to sentences Mo say moments of beauty, as always half empty Que I put away three hundred shijian, wash away the rouge, bid farewell to spring Please bury me, bury me in the wind and the slopes covered with And the poetry of her is together, escaped March watermark Sleep in the mud, deep in the flower mound Yen you do not, do not worry about staining your It breeze by the moon, do not rely Diaolan, do not look at Nanshan Called to each other, Juanqimei not forget to smoke the water if the two
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