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March prose poetry
In March, there is a bright future. Who made a lifelong vow when the peach blossoms were in full bloom in March? From then on, Tianya held hands and helped each other. The following is my collection of prose poems about March, welcome to read for reference!

Taohuahong

Spring and March.

I don't want to compete for spring, but I will open it on the branch together, which is very pink and charming. Bloom is silent, and the next flower is self-sufficient.

A tree is dark red and light red, and a tree is soft and sad. It is difficult to be attacked by the wind when you are sideways. It fell from the warm sun, broke the misty rain, surrounded a peach blossom, and meandered eastward.

Either the south or the north. The peach blossom in March lingers, stretching the soul all the way and becoming an ocean of flowers.

Peach blossoms set each other off in red. Facing the peach blossom, as light as a flower: Can I be your peach blossom sister?

taohuajian moutain stream

The old saying of the former dynasty is about the past, the past.

If Sansheng has an appointment, I'll wait for you under the peach blossom. You rode a whip and trudged three thousand miles just for that little smile.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone add fragrance, a new word and a heavy world. I said turn around, you held the sleeve of the lamp, and the shadow shattered all over the floor.

The notes are like cicada silk, and a peach blossom and two peach blossoms are faintly visible.

If I have an oath with you, can you remember that the blood on your finger is red and still dripping?

Taohuazhu

Yes Fence, low wall, three or two peach blossoms. Swallows fly low, twittering around the wind and flowers.

Small windows and low doors creaked. Open the thin door to welcome the morning breeze, and close the firewood at dusk to send the cool night. You left with a plow and a hoe, and I leaned against the door and asked my brother to say goodbye to you.

One bed, one desk and one bookshelf, simple life, light obedience, coarse grains of cloth. In winter, poetry books will warm the stove, and in summer, they will pillow the stars and the moon.

There is nothing in the room, only you and my answers. You call a peach blossom girl, full of peach blossoms.

Peach Blossom Fan

Flowers and leaves have grown, and I don't want to go back in spring. Spring flowers have gone without a trace.

Disappointed. I am willing to support all the trees for you, day and night, sleepless, just to not miss the clouds and winds that walk with you.

Peach is green and shy in its first exhibition. My mood is the folding fan, slightly opened and gently closed.

Brother, brother. Peaches turn red, like a pink heart.

In the distance is a quiet castle peak, and a group of birds are chasing the clouds leisurely.

Peach blossom knife

Autumn wind, leaves like a knife.

So what if I wear clouds? How can I stand the wind from the north, as graceful as a peach blossom! Hair dancing with the wind, hands raised, fingertips sliding down countless sorrows.

For whom to order lipstick, for whom to thrush makeup. Brother, the peach blossoms have faded, and people's hearts have fallen. Now peach leaves are flying all over the sky, how can I hide! I'm covered in injuries.

One blade, one knife in the heart.

Brother, I'm willing to pay a thousand dollars for you.

peach blossom wine

Love is rustling, and trees are symmetrical.

Breathing the cold of ice and snow, even though my staggered branches are thin and abrupt, a tree is full of peach blossoms and snow, and a tree is full of flowers.

Brother, come on, I'll make wine with you. The fire reflected a flowery smile and two pink flowers, charming and shy.

I'm drunk. So what if you get drunk once? You are not drunk, everyone is drunk.

Wake up, I am still a peach blossom, welcoming the spring breeze.

The whole truth

Acacia thin into a shadow, bloom hard to fold.

Is it fate or fate that the west wind blows all the mountains and green waters overnight? I can't help crying, but I don't know who it is for.

Love is not over, hate is not deep. Brother, where did you call me?

I can't walk out of a doomed peach blossom, and I can't walk out of the water. I stood under the peach tree and listened.

Listen. Sister peach blossom!

Taohuachun

In March, peach blossoms are in full bloom. Peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze.

Butterflies have woken up and danced unscrupulously, and the wind and sunshine are vaguely chasing among the flowers.

The four seasons faded into misty rain in February, and the story has long been lost in peach blossoms. Look, peach blossoms are like clouds, and they are in full bloom.

Peach blossoms bloom, peach blossoms wither and peach blossoms burn.

Taohuayi

Who looks like a peach blossom and has eyes like autumn water? Who is Peach Blossom? I feel that time flies, and there is not much happiness when I am sad.

A peach blossom promises a lifetime. Peach blossoms are different in March. Peach blossoms fall, and vows follow the water.

Bloom is loved by all, and flowers turn into mud. That peach blossom, in that spring, that March, between you and me, once bloomed, creating a world of peach blossoms.

The world of love. Looking back, Bloom has no regrets.

Taohuaji

There is a deep voice from ancient times, like singing, like complaining:

Peach blossoms are in full bloom, colorful and fiery red. When my son comes home, he should be at home!

Peach blossoms are in full bloom and there are countless fruits.

A son should go back to his family!

Peaches fly away,

This is Ye Zhenzhen.

Yugui's son,

Suitable for his family!

At the end of the day, it is fluttering. For an instant, I was infatuated, like a lifetime ago, like a rebirth.

Ideological discipline.

who is it?

Who swallowed my face?

Lingwoying Slim Dyed Xiang Lian with Single Ink

Who made me fall in love for the third time?

Enjoy the sunshine, the moon and the mountains and rivers.

Who knows that peach blossoms in March are cold in September?

In the blink of an eye, my face was scattered and foggy.

The Mystery of Liu Hu's Homesickness after Drinking Wind and Eating Food

Sleepless pillow, thick ink and heavy color, send books, laugh and sigh three feet.

The flowers are gone and the lights are dim. ...

dandelion

That little dandelion scattered in the gap,

Velvety white flowers are in full bloom,

Acacia in autumn passed through the trees and swept away the sparse flowers of dandelion.

I hold your hand tightly and watch your eyes close slowly.

I realized that in your life and mine, fate is always stingy.

You said you would accompany me to the end of my life,

In the end, it's just an unforgettable wound,

Our love has become dandelion's most extravagant waiting.

Autumn wind rises, snow falls,

The goose feather snow covered the dry branches of dandelion, which was like the tenderness of love at first.

And you, already at the end of heaven, silently watching my remaining loneliness.

I love and worry, I like and worry,

Dandelion blooms for the second time. Can you be gentle in the end?

Love is a wound torn after love, showing red flesh at will.

Dandelion, after leaving, is a bitter struggle, forcibly retaining an out-of-body body.

I have sent all the invitations to you, leaving me only a faithful wait.

The wind in the coming year, the autumn wind in the coming year, have you ever carried your past promises and endless worries?

Dandelion, the white flower of love tragedy,

How do you let the lovers who stay on earth live?