Buzz
Welcoming May, with its serene breeze and whispers of change.
1. As the weather quietly shifts, no longer scorching like the early days of summer, no incessant buzz of cicadas. After a night of pouring rain, the sky is clearer and bluer, the breeze more gentle, signaling the arrival of May.
2. The day you were born is a day of tenderness,
Like the scent of lotus, you are pure and profound.
Concealing innocence beneath the scent of musk,
The girl of May fierce and warm-hearted.
3. The May girl, warm yet sulky,
Burning softly, but timidly shy.
Like a dazzling sun amidst the radiant summer heat,
Like the deep purple of a twilight sky,
Gatherings and farewells akin to a fleeting glance.
4. In May, we have a date together, with the clear blue sky, the refreshing summer rain, and we have a date with a piece of old memories from those days.
May status shared by everyone
May gently knocks awakening clusters of royal poinciana blossoms, replacing the pure white beauty of trumpet vine branches at the end of the street with a fiery playground and a row of iron bars under the new sun, seemingly bringing endless joy and nostalgia.
My mother gave birth to me on a beautiful sunny day
It was a day when Summer softly knocked on the door
Day filled with laughter and joy
Day when my father busily showed his love
May has arrived, do you know, dear?
The playground is ablaze with the crimson hue of the phoenix trees
Blue sky, golden sun, cicadas sing cheerfully
The drum beats signal the hurried end of school
May returns to gather fallen phoenix flowers
Whose hand held onto the red petals for so long?
Whose green spring owes whom a debt of love.
8. I love the month of May not because it's my birth month but because it brings you to me. We met on a summer afternoon two years ago, in the gentle month of May, filled with memories and promises of youth. Like a divine gift, May brought us together, helping us overcome challenges, disagreements, and creating countless beautiful memories in a city adorned with purple orchids.
Writing for May, the month of blooming purple orchids, the month of sudden downpours.
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Afternoon breeze softly embraces slender shoulders.
Dusk quietly brushes against the corner of lips.
The sky leans, casting shadows by the door.
The doe-eyed girl shyly whispers words of love.
10. May returns on the familiar street.
The purple orchids bloom, displaying a velvety nostalgia.
Oh, the faintly dreaming shade of violet, faithful and true.
The evening street exudes the rich scent of purple orchids.
11. There exists a flower named the purple orchid
Its crimson hue wafts a lingering fragrance
A deep summer sun afternoon imbued with affectionate hues
Like the silent sorrow of the purple orchid, clinging to fate.
12. April turns silently, leaving behind a gentle breeze
Behind, it leaves a space filled with swirling winds
May arrives, embracing the blush of pink phoenix flowers
Purple orchids blanket the streets, wind murmuring in nostalgia.
13. He returns to the end of the street as May begins
Visiting the old pier, where we once walked together
The wind whispers mournfully, rustling the purple orchids
With a blush on her cheeks, she shyly smiles.
Reaching out beside the window
Sketching gleaming sunbeams
The noon chorus of buzzing cicadas
Hey, Summer! Remembering yet?
Evening street with drifting clouds
Purple sadness blankets the courtyard
A phrase beloved in May
Springtime has returned, have you noticed?
Homeland in early summer, sunlight blankets in gold
The sky adorned with red phoenix blossoms in the corner of the yard
Purple streets dye melancholy with spreading orchids
My present May and many more to come are no longer frets for exams, no more moments of begging for extra paper, running around the yard collecting pressed phoenix petals into notebooks. May returns again, the phoenix within me no longer crimson, the streets no longer purple orchids, my May now only holds the fluctuation between the concerns of livelihood, between the color of decay - the color of youth. May - I am grown up.
April passed as we return to summer
The pale month carries many memories
The mournful cicada chirps in lament
Red phoenix petals fall, the sound of shattered hearts
He returns, reminiscing about the old May
She reaches out, grasping the transitional breeze
Eyes meet, lips lightly touch the hem of a garment
Timid lines of wonderment merge into the rain
The rain sings loudly on the familiar streets once more.
Falling unknowingly onto the hair of a loved one.
This autumn blends with the color of crimson.
Crimson still falls, streets still violet with twilight.
The wind still whispers, carrying fragrant scents.
Why does love remain the same... love so elusive.
Status updates about the May girl, meaningful.
Has this city entered autumn yet, my dear?
The sunshine of May has tanned frail shoulders.
Jacaranda branches sway gracefully, adorning every path.
Oh May, the heart still lingers in confusion.
Sending boundless love, countless memories.
Leaving behind shattered fragments of evening sunlight.
He will return to visit the row of violet mausoleums.
Guiding you along the golden sunlit path.
He will return, calling the scent of summer breeze.
Calling upon our love, igniting the fervent flame.
Summer once again knocks on the door of the heart, releasing oneself on the tranquil mausoleum street, the sun already stretching over the familiar paths where we often stroll together. Sitting here, listening to May breathe, gentle, serene yet suddenly poignant with longing.
Violet mausoleums, shimmering along a pathway.
Dusk melancholy like a drop of water divided.
Amidst the rustling of wings, the temple bell echoes with fragrant whispers.
Gazing quietly at the heart-shaped flowers, nostalgia flutters within.
Even distant, purple remains the color of loyalty.
Embrace the beginning of May by indulging in the charm of heartfelt May greetings and uplifting quotes, savoring life as the days of May come knocking.
