The Girl's Face And Peach Flowers Poem by Yan Feng

In spring, leave the door ajar, squeeze in wind from crack
A flash of sunlight made the scholar to pry first awakening of love's a door

The peach blossom that is a brief encounter with spring
Bees and butterflies are drawn wherever your feet fall
Peach blossom becomes the token of spoony girl
Waiting for the flowers to blossom and fall in a silent declaration of nirvana

Those untouchable dreams swell their buds
Floating petals in the hidden cycle
The length of the four seasons with wistful waiting for flowers to bloom

The laughter of children playing under the trees caught sight of the fruit
Generating a rain of petals floating to and fro

Feng Yan