Several Apricot Blossom Poems, Falling Like a Shower of Apricot Blossoms
Several apricot blossom poems, falling like a shower of apricot blossoms, the flowers are slow to bloom, and my heart is impatient like a flower.
Green grass spreads across the mountains and fields, willow branches sprout new buds, a single apricot tree leaning against the wall, with a few small pink flowers.
Standing before the apricot tree, a few red apricot blossoms, the spring breeze shakes the leaves, and whispers the richness of spring.
Thousands of pink blossoms hang from the branches, only two apricot blossoms leaning against the wall bloom. Don't blame the spring wind for being late; it's just expressing my feelings in the northern country's spring.
The family has two apricot trees, writing poems about them every year, enjoying the beauty of blossoming in early spring, and picking the fruit in autumn to eat.
Don't say the north country's spring comes late,
Just say the apricot blossoms bloom late,
The wind blows, and the branches sway, the rain makes the flowers bloom.
