March Peach Lee Chengqi
Tang Xuanwu
Senior Arts and Crafts Artist
Yang envy landscape, green Jiangnan, bamboo peach blossom three or two branches. Spring is getting darker, and the peach blossoms are hung with rouge, and they are also spread in good colors. The peach blossom branches and leaves on both sides of the river pass by, and the flowers are flicked on the face, like a delicate kiss. Pick up the flower buds that fall in the water and look at them carefully, like a beautiful face. The peach blossom is a March flower, and the Tang Dynasty Cui Hu has a poem: "Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the face of the people were red. People don't know where to go, and peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. "Shushan tea smoke is soaked in spring color, and the morning sun prompts the pastel of the mountain peach blossoms.
Planting peaches is suitable for the creekside, taking pictures of Tingting, don't spare the state; and the falling flowers on the water, between the skillful hands, become a good tool. December flower god peach and plum into a strange, clear color, the tire quality is particularly delicate. The shape of the pot is structured, the circle handle is DC, dignified and beautiful. The body of the pot extends from the pot handle to the decorative peach blossom to the pot body, depicting a clear and beautiful, although it is between square inches, the flower scenery and the white space match complement each other, highlighting the pictorial meaning, and it is a spring mood of "peach blossoms are aquatic in spring in March, only for the tea liao a touch of red".
The peach tree does not deliberately attract, but because of its flowers and fruits,
Passers-by walked around under the trees,
It became a trail.
As long as people are sincere and faithful, they can also move others.
Peach Lee Chengqi,
It is a fresh memory in the deep wrinkles of the seasons,
It's a moving plot collected in the story of spring,
It leaves traces of the warmth of time,
There is also a distant message flowing through the years.
Peach blossom red, plum blossom white, yellow warbler first cry swallow return. The tea people live up to every inch of time, through the transformation of the cold winter, so that the pot of erotic tea is revived in the spring of full of fun. Walking on mountain trails, green mountains are bones, white clouds are hearts, and streams are clothes. Brewing a pot of spring tea condenses the natural rain and dew, and also stretches the vertical and horizontal grass and trees. In the breeze blowing willows, wandering in the peach blossom wonderland that is cut off from the dust, leaning on the firewood door, raising a cup, watching over a proud bone that is not obliterated by the wind and dust.
The spring rains of March moisten the earth,
Sprouts all things, and the spring breeze sweeps across the mountains and waters,
Melted in the red spring light.
Yiyi's willow is sprouting,
On both sides of the Li River, which is bright in spring, skipping the flowing white clouds,
Stirring the peach branches also awakens the trance of the world.
We are just passers-by in the landscape paintings wearing flowers and leaves,
In the drunken season,
People are idle and quiet, free and distant.