very beautiful modern poems about love (beautiful love poems about modern) 1. beautiful love poems about modern
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Spring flowers rainy night A few thoughts of snow
Autumn water fall swirls in tears
A few wisps of love flakes
I'd like to go home with you
Spring flowers blossom and I'm looking at the moon alone
The pasture is sad and the sky is full of fragrance
I'd like to seek the world alone
I'd like to go home with you
I'd like to go home with you
I'd like to go home with you
I'd like to go home with you
I don't know where I'd go from here.
The most important thing to remember is the fact that you have to be able to see what is going on in your life, and you have to be able to see what is going on in your life, and you have to be able to see what is going on in your life.
The Mansus
The last taste
Turned into a smile in the teardrops
The gray laziness
In mourning the prodigal son's sunny day
2. Seek some beautiful poems about love Ancient poems or modern poems have to ~
1, with my three lives of smoke and fire, in exchange for your one life of confusion.
2, I am young, Shaohua pour negative.
3, the long street long, fireworks flourish, you pick the lamp back to see,
short pavilion short, red dust rolling, I put the Xiao again sigh.
4, the end is who makes the string broken, flowers fall shoulders, trance
5, how many red face pining, how many lovesickness broken, only to leave the blood stained ink crying messy graveyard.
6, the vast expanse of a sword all save broken, where the prosperity of the song fall. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
7, let him all things clear and turbid, for you a smile between the reincarnation of sweet fall.
8, send you a song, do not ask the end of the song people gathered and dispersed.
9, who will smoke burning scattered, scattered across the ties.
10, listen to the string break, break that three thousand obsessions. The fall flower annihilation, annihilation of a wind ripples. If the flower is poor, it will fall on the tip of his finger.
11, the mountains have wood, wood has branches, the heart pleases the gentleman, the gentleman does not know.
12, who forgets who forgets first, the country is the old country. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
13. In the past, there were high buildings with songs and strings, and there was the dance sleeve of the city and the country.
14. When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
15, a spring to red face old, flowers fall people die two do not know.
16, the quiet water is deep, Cangsheng tread song; three lives of Yin and Qing round and round, a day of sadness and happiness.
17, the light stars, the sound of people, the song does not exhaust the chaos of the beacon.
18, such as flowers and beautiful people, like water flowing years, back to the past, back to the beginning can not.
19, dark clouds cover the moon, the trace of people, can not say as lonely.
20, this time I left you, is the wind, is the rain, is the night; you smiled, I swing a hand, a lonely road will show to both ends.
21, the sky is not old, love is hard to stop. The heart is like a double silk net, there are thousands of knots.
22, like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
23, ten years of life and death, do not think about it, since the unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about bleak.
24, the butterfly is very beautiful, after all, the butterfly can not fly through the sea.
25, finally for that all the Jiangnan rain and smoke over the world, after Ronghua Xie, but a, mountains and rivers forever.
26, the wind is a finger sand, old is a period of years.
27, the mountains and rivers arch, for the gentleman a smile.
28, a few sighs a few worlds of sadness and happiness laughable my life by me not by heaven.
29, through the flow of years, dream back to the water's edge to see the fireworks bloom out of the full moon.
30, the fog dispersed, the dream woke up, I finally saw the real, that is, a thousand sails after the silence.
31, the two ends of the life, we stand each other into the shore.
32, the fate of the gathering and dispersal of the fate of the water, the back of the world, just for a sentence, waiting for the next meeting.
33, look at the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon, constant silence; green mountains and rivers, generations of continuous; like in my heart, you have never left, and never changed.
34, just like this, from now on, the mountains and waters do not meet.
35, both do not look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why vow. Today, all sorts of things, like water without trace. The night of tomorrow, the gentleman has been strangers.
36, the heart of micro-movement Naiji love themselves far, things are not, people are not, things are not, the past can not be traced.
37, perhaps the marriage of the past life may be the fate of the next life wrong to meet in this life, adding a fruitless grudge.
38, a year old year, a day without a day, an autumn and an autumn, a generation of a generation, a reunion and a parting, a joy and a sadness, a couch in a body lying, a lifetime of a dream, looking for a partner to know, he will be a moment, we will be a moment, that general knowledge, blowing a moment to sing a moment.
39, always in the unintentional years of life. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. The first thing you need to do is to find a way to get to the top of the list.
40, there is a kind of stoicism is actually a hidden power, there is a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.
41, only because of the feeling of the gentleman a review, make me think of the gentleman and twilight.
42, lifting the cup alone drunk, drink after the flying snow, blank and a year old.
43, turn around, a wisp of cold incense far away, died snow deep, smile shallow. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in the future.
44, a flower a world, a leaf a pursuit. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me.
45, the fate of the world is never like water, rare tears, why all the love of life? I don't want to be too sentimental, but I want to hurt myself.
47, who should be who's hijacked who has become who's obsession.
48, if you are wild, this life I put the wine to accompany.
49, life is only like the first time to see at that time is only ordinary.
50, the heart of a tiger, sniffing roses. After the feast, tears flowed.
3. What are the verses describing the love is very beautiful
The verses describing the love is very beautiful
1, there is a beautiful person Ruoxi, see the not forget, one day not see Ruoxi, think of it like crazy.
2. The moon is on the top of the willow, and people are about after dusk.
3. When will we know when we will see each other? It is difficult to be in love at this time and night. Poems describing the beauty of love. --Li Bai
4. I'm looking for a good dream, but it's hard to realize it. I'm not sure who knows my feelings at this time. Tears before the pillow **** curtain before the rain, through a window drop to Ming.
5, an inch of love ten million emotions, the earth has no arrangement.
6, the body without colorful phoenix wings, the heart has a spiritual rhinoceros point.
7. How much love is there in a night, and how long is the end of the world?
8, in the sky would like to be a bird with two wings, in the ground would like to be a branch.
9, a day without thinking, but also save eyebrows a thousand degrees.
10. I don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
11, between the water, the pulse is not allowed to speak.
12, from now on, I have no heart to love the good night, let him bright moon down the west tower.
15. --Tang Bai Juyi
16: The road to the end of the world is lost to the fishes and geese, and it is only then that I believe in the bitterness of parting on earth. --Dai Shulun
17, a lonely who to tell. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. --- Liu Yong
18, hands look at each other tears eyes, but no words choke. --Liu Yong 诚知此恨人人有，贫*夫妻百事哀。 --Yuan Zhen
19, once the sea is difficult to water, in addition to the Wushan is not cloud. --Yuan Zhen
20, once the sea is difficult to water, in addition to Wushan is not a cloud. --Tang Yuan Zhen
21, the sun rises in the east and rains in the west, the road is not clear but there is clear. --Tang Liu Yuxi
22, Seeing each other is like not seeing each other, and having feelings is like having no feelings at all. --Shi Ma Guang
23, the Acacia Tree says Acacia at the bottom of the tree, thinking of Lang Lang hates Lang Lang doesn't know. --Liang Qichao
24, this time I left you, it is the wind, it is the rain, it is the night; you smiled, I waved a hand, a lonely road will be spread to both ends.
25, red beans are born in the south, spring hair a few branches. I wish you would pick them up more often. --Tang Wang Wei
26, overlapping tear marks, life is only difficult to die
27, Lang riding a bamboo horse, around the bed to get plums
28, since the gentleman's out of the carry on, the mirror darkness does not cure. I've been thinking about you for a long time, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.
29, I wish I was like a star, like the moon, night and day, the light is bright.
4. beautiful modern love poems
Lin Huiyin "You are the April day on earth" I say you are the April day on earth Laughter lights up the four winds Light spirit in the spring of the light and colorful dance change You are the clouds and smoke in the early days of April Dusk blowing with the wind of the wind of the soft Stars in the unintentional flash of the rain sprinkled on the flowers in front of the light That graceful You are the freshness of the flowers of the flowers of the coronet you wear you are innocent and solemn You are the night and night of the moon after the snow after the piece of goose yellow You are like the moon after the snow. You're like the green of fresh buds, you're tender and joyful, the water floating with the white lotus of your dreams, you're the blossoms of the trees, the swallows murmuring between the beams, you're love, warmth, hope, you're the April day on earth, and you're the April day of earth, how can I let you meet me, at the most beautiful moment of my life, for which I've been begging in front of the Buddha for 500 years to let us have a relationship? I've been begging the Buddha for 500 years to let us have an earthly relationship, so the Buddha turned me into a tree that grows by the road you must pass by, and discreetly blossoms in the sunlight, each flower is the hope of my past life, when you come near, please listen carefully, the trembling leaves are my waiting passion, and when you finally walk by unnoticed, what falls behind you, my friend, isn't the petals of the flowers, it's my fading heart, Xu Zimo, Chance, I'm a cloud in the sky, and I'm occasionally projected onto the center of your waves, you don't have to be surprised, and you don't even have to be surprised, I'm a cloud in the sky, and occasionally projected on your waves. I'm a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected on the center of your waves - you don't have to be surprised, and you don't have to rejoice - it's gone in the blink of an eye.
You and I met on the night sea, you have your, I have my direction; you remember or not, it is better to forget, in this meeting mutual light! Xu Zimo, "I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing" I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing-- I am in a dream, in the light waves of the dream, I migrate. I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, her warmth, my intoxication.
I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, and sweetness is the glory of dreams. I do not know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, her negative heart, my sadness.
I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, in the sadness of a dream of heartbreak! I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing-- I am in a dream, and dimness is the glory of the dream.
5. Seek classic modern love poem
You let me do, the heart has something to say, I am also very painful, but why, in the end, why, always will be my last line of defense breakthrough, there is no pure white paper, I do not like colorful colorful, that is just chaotic, a kind of chaotic on the chaotic, perhaps this is the age of the sadness, but why some people have spent their lives to walk out, perhaps it is the right thing to say, but it is the right thing to do. But why is it that some people spend their whole lives walking out? Maybe it should be that this rainy season comes late and goes a little late.
Ai Ya Ai Ya, love is just a sand, who first fell in love with who, who first collapsed, a blank sheet of paper should not be given the color, but why there is such a reluctant to answer, the heart has been like water, but why still be confused by the world of flowers, that is just a falsehood, perhaps I do not know, perhaps I have never known how to know, and now it is a prelude to adulthood, and from which I only feel a helpless emptiness. A helpless emptiness. Comma, period, double quotes of life, my fate in the end should be guided as, I have no qualifications, a person who has never experienced and how to deserve to say such a thing, I just let their own sad drama continue to play, feel that mood, drunkenness, in their own so-called stage Rotating, in the next space bar to come to the next breath of the hard 、、、、、、.
6. the masters of the literary world, seeking beautiful modern poetry about love
You said these sentences can only be considered Juan language and can not be counted as a modern poem, because of the lack of imagery of the operation: I'll address some of the modern poems I've read to help you find some of them out: ......... .............................. .............................. .............................. ........................... Zhai Yongming's "Monologue" is called a female A model of poetry I, a rhapsody, full of abyssal charms Chanced to be born by you.
Clay and sky both in one, you called me woman and fortified my body I'm a white feathery body soft as water You hold me in your hands and I contain the world Dressed in mortal flesh, in the sunlight I'm so dazzling that I make you believe I'm the gentlest and most understanding of women Seeing everything but willing to share it all Longing for a winter, a great dark night With the heart as a boundary, I want to hold your But in your presence my gesture is a fiasco, and when you go, my agony is to vomit my heart out of my mouth, to kill you with love, whose taboo is that? The sun rises for the whole world! For thee alone, with hateful tenderness all over thee, from foot to foot, I have my way, a cry for help, and a soul that can reach out its hand? The sea as my blood can lift me to the foot of the setting sun, who remembers me? But I'll remember more than a lifetime ........................ .............................. .............................. .............................. ............ Speaking of Zhai Yongming, when it comes to women's poetry and sense of independence, we have to mention Shu Ting. For example: "To the Oak Tree" and "Goddess Peak", these two you can have to search the Internet to see.
Zhai Yongming's is a group of poems, then Linzi's group of poems also need to be read, in the name of women, in the name of love. --As long as you want it, I love it, I'll give it all, to you - my soul, my body.
Arms as soft as ivy, lips as pure as lilies, are waiting for you. Love swells the heart of its owner; and tender longings, like the tide seeking the sand, will drown thee.
What is the use of the brightest eyes, if they do not reflect your presence in them; like a starless night, so is the dark pond. Late in the night, I could only send a winged messenger with precious promises and bitter thoughts, and it came back sadly - your window was asleep.
........................... .............................. .............................. .............................. ......... Kichin's "Your Name" is a love poem of a different kind. Not a single word of love appears in the poem, but the name of the other party, which one neglects, is ghostly chosen as the object of chanting, and an extraordinary artistic wine is brewed in the ordinary.
With the lightest and lightest voice in the world, I softly call your name every night. I write your name, I draw your name, and I dream of your glowing name.
Like a sun, like a star, your name. Like a lamp, like a diamond, your name.
As the flying sparks, as the lightning, thy name. As the burning of the virgin forest, you name it.
Carve your name, carve your name on the tree, carve your name on the unfading tree of life. And when the plant grows into an ancient tree, ah ah, how good, how good, your name grows big.
Bigger, your name. And brighten up, your name.
So, gently, gently, gently, gently, gently, gently, gently, gently, gently, gently, gently, gently, call your name. .............................. .............................. .............................. .............................. ...... Speaking of names recalls the lines from Silmurong's "Prayer Words": "Give me another beautiful name / so that he can call me low in the night / so that those ......" Silmurong's poetry The majority of love poems can be read, if you do not really understand like reading such a sentence will think that she lost love it: "when you are silent away , said, or did not say the words, have forgotten", of course, I will not go into detail here.
The following look at Lov's song "Echo" how can not remember how you are thin thin as a piper voice tried to hold you with both hands, but you are hiding in the seven holes in the river, I suddenly saw their own grass-colored face, and then noisy also want to turn into a narcissus, regardless of the top of the head across a line of wild geese words say something You repeatedly asked: "a thousand years later, I am thin as a mournful call when you will be in the where?" I am still in the mountains, still standing like a thousand-foot cliff, making a desolate echo just for you (This poem is not found on the Internet, typed from memory, and there may be individual errors in the subparagraphs.) .................. .............................. .............................. .............................. .................. Mr. Love's love poems are still great. For example, "beyond the smoke", "because of the wind", if you like, you can directly search for Luo Fu's poems to read, he was called the poetry of the devil can be a lot of waste of time, yo.
The following is Love's "A question of two styles: the dialectic of love" Tail Sheng and the woman period under the beam, the woman does not come, the water to do not go, hold the beam and die. --Chuang Tzu. I'm waiting for you in the water, knee-deep, drowning my belly, inch by inch, down my throat, floating on the surface of the river, my eyes still gleaming, looking down a stone path, my ears listening to the rustling of my skirts over the thistles, day by day, month by month, a thousand times lifting and lowering my distended body, the stonehenge with its moss, the arms full of oysters, the hair, entangled as a nest of water-snakes in the rapids, clinging to the abutment, I'm waiting for you a thousand fathoms away, the water is coming, I'm waiting in the water, the fire is coming, I'm dying in ashes, and I'm waiting for you a thousand fathoms away, I'm waiting in the water. I'll wait for you under the bridge. The wind is fierce, the rain is like the sound of shoes crossing the bridge. Is it your footsteps in your hurry to get to your appointment? Holding the little umbrella under which you and I *** through the drizzling twilight, filled with a pocketful of clouds and the tinkling of vows like little copper coins, I waited for you under the bridge, waiting for you to come out of the rain, for the river to rise, to swell, to reach the feet, to reach the waist, to dip into the mouths of those who shouted, and the whirlpools to widen into the faces of the dead, and I began to feel a timidity to be on the river, so cold, so lonely and so empty, as the spawning fish, so certain that you were not going to come, and that the so-called "bird of the wing," as it is called, would not come. I plucked a white feather and went ashore, not because I was heartless, but because the water came faster than you, and a bouquet of roses was swept away by the waves, and one day it will float into your hands. .................. .............................. .............................. .............................. .................. Just mentioned Ximurong have to talk about Wang Guozhen, such as "silent feelings" and so on can still be read.
There are always some of these times when it is for the sake of love to quietly avoid avoiding.
7. Seek modern poems about love
Forever, I wait for ------- Yu Guangzhong
If you hear you pouring out in the morning, the most beautiful
That verb, if you die that night
What do I fear? When I love
I must love poignantly, and if I can't love magnificently
Your beauty has split me for no reason, this summer
Just stretch out your arm, and there will be a miracle to land
In the palm of your open hand, there will be a landing for you
In the palm of my hand, in the palm of a lotus lotus
For example, in the twilight of the end of the summer, in the face of the pool of fresh fragrance
In the face of the soul of a quiet spontaneous combustion
In the face of a quiet spontaneous combustion
In the face of the soul of the world.
Which one, which one will say yes to me
if I call you by your nickname?
As long as there is still a pool, as long as there is still a summer day
A red petal, why should I meet you?
The lotus is Zhen Zhen's nickname, and the lotus is Zhen Zhen
When I think of Zhen Zhen, I see the lotus as a person
As long as there is still in my heart, and as long as there is still in my dream
There is still a petal of freshness and warmth, which means that the summer has already passed
That is, the remnants of the stems on the ground, and that is, the remnants of the star in the sky, the immortal one is still the lotus's soul
Forever, I will be waiting for you to part your lips, open your teeth, and spit out the verb. That verb
All those who have loved, far from forgetting. Anti-wounded
Forever traumatized. My wounds
Red to the heart, branded lotus flower shape
8. Modern Poetry on Love
To the Oak TreeIf I love you - / Never learn to climb the roller coasters, / Borrowing your high branches to show off their own; / If I love you - / Never learn to love the birds, / Never learn to love the birds, / Never learn to love the birds, / Never learn to love the birds, / Never learn to love the birds, / Never learn to love the birds, / Never learn to love the birds. - / Never imitate the infatuated bird, / Repeating monotonous songs for the shade of green; / Nor more than like a spring / Sending cool consolation all the year round; / Nor more than like a dangerous peak, / Adding to your height, / Setting off your majesty.
/Even the daylight/even the spring rains/No, these are not enough/I must be a kapok near you,/Standing with you as the image of a tree. / Roots that hold each other in the ground; / leaves that touch each other in the clouds.
/With every wind we greet each other, /But no one understands our words/You have your brass and iron trunk, /Like a sword and a halberd; /I have my red blossoms, /Like a heavy sigh, /And like a gallant torch/We share the cold tide, the wind, the thunder, the lightning, /We enjoy the mist, the mist, the rain, the mist, the rain, the mist, the mist, the mist, the rain, the mist, the mist, the rain, the mist, the rain; /As if we were separated for ever, but we cling to each other for life/That's what makes a great love, /It's the great love. This is the great love, / where steadfastness lies / Love / not only loves your great body, / but also loves the position you hold, / the ground under your feet.
Shu Ting's poems are novel in conception and rich in lyrical color; the language is exquisite and has a distinctive personal style.
"To the Oak Tree" is one of her beautiful and deep lyric poems. The love it expresses is not only pure, hot, but also noble and great.
It is like an ancient and refreshing song that plucks at people's heartstrings.
9. Beautiful modern love poems
Lu Qian "This ability" remember when the age of young, you love to talk about the day I love to laugh.
There was a time when we sat side by side under the peach tree, and the wind was in the treetops and the birds were chirping. I don't know how I fell asleep, but in my dreams, I knew how much I knew.
Lin Huiyin "you are the April day on earth" I say you are the April day on earth smile ringing light up the four winds light spirit in the spring of the light and colorful dance in the change you are the clouds and smoke in the early days of April twilight blowing with the wind of the soft stars in the unintentional flash of rain sprinkled in front of the flowers of that light that graceful you are the crown of the freshly painted flowers you are naive and solemn you are the night and night of the moon and snow the piece of yellow you are like a fresh bud of the first buds of green you are a soft and joyful water floating in the light you are naive and dignified you are the night and night of the moon and snow that piece of yellow you like fresh bud of the first buds of green you are a soft and joyful water floating in the light you are a tender and joyful water. You are the white lotus of your dreams, the blossom of a tree, the swallows murmuring between the beams, the love, the warmth, the hope, the April day on earth, the blossom of a tree, how to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment, for which I've begged for 500 years in front of the Buddha, asking him to let us form a relationship, and the Buddha then turned me into a tree that will grow in your path. A tree that grows by the side of the road that you must pass, discreetly blossoming in the sunlight, each flower is the hope of my past life, when you approach, please listen carefully, the trembling leaves are my waiting passion, and when you finally walk by without looking at me, the petals of the flowers fall behind you, my friend, they are not flower petals, they are the withering heart of me, Tsui Zimo, "By Chance", I'm a piece of cloud in the sky that is occasionally projected onto the center of your waves, you don't have to be surprised, and even less need to be joyful, in a split second the trace disappears, and I can't see you. the moment you turn, the trace is wiped out. You and I met on the night sea, you have your, I have my direction; you remember or you forget, it is better for you to forget, the light that is released from each other at the time of this meeting! Xu Zimo "I do not know in which direction the wind is blowing" I do not know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, in the light waves of the dream Yi migrate.
I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, her warmth, my intoxication.
I do not know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, sweetness is the glory of the dream.
I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, her negativity, my sadness. I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, heartbroken in the sorrow of my dream! I do not know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, bleak is the glory of the dream.
Gu Cheng "I am a capricious child" Maybe I am a child spoiled by my mother I am capricious I want every moment to be as beautiful as colorful crayons I want to draw on my beloved white paper to draw the freedom of clumsiness to draw down an eye that will never shed a tear a piece of the sky a piece of the feathers and leaves belonging to the sky a pale green night and apples I want to draw down the morning to draw down a smile visible in the dew to draw down the smile of all the youngest without pain. them close together and make them love each other and make every silent promise and every quiet spring thrill a little flower's birthday and I want to paint the future I've never seen her and I can't but I know she's beautiful and I'm going to paint her trenchcoat in the fall and I'm going to paint the burning candles and the maple leaves and I'm going to paint the many hearts that go out because of love for her and I'm going to paint the weddings and I'm going to paint the festivals that wake up early and - and put glass candy wrappers on them and I'm going to paint the mountains and the hills - with the light fuzzy hair. -I'm a capricious child and I want to paint away all misfortunes, I want to paint windows on the earth so that all eyes accustomed to darkness will be accustomed to light, I want to paint the winds, I want to paint the mountains taller than one, I want to paint the longings of the Oriental peoples, I want to paint the sea-- Finally, on the corner of the paper I wanted to paint myself a tree bear who sat in the dark Victorian jungle on a quiet branch and froze he didn't have a home he didn't have a heart that stayed far away he had only, many, many berry dreams and big, big eyes and I was wishing and thinking but somehow I hadn't received crayons and hadn't been given a colorful moment I had only my my fingers and the pain and the pain and the pain and the pain and the pain and the pain and the pain and the pain and the pain of tearing that piece of paper away and making all the eyes used to darkness used to light. I have only my fingers and my pain only to tear up that piece of beloved white paper and let them go in search of butterflies and let them disappear from this day I am a child a child spoiled by a fantastical mother I am capricious Dai Wangshu's "Rainy Lane" Holding an umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy lane, I hope to meet a lilac-like girl with a sorrowful heart. She has the same color as lilacs, the same fragrance as lilacs, and the same sorrow as lilacs, and she is grieving in the rain, grieving and wandering; she is wandering in the lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, and silently walking with indifference, bleakness, and despair, just like me.
She approached silently, approached, and cast a general gaze of too much breath she drifted through like a dream, like a dream in general, poignant and confused. Like a branch of lilacs floating through the dream, I floated by the side of this girl; she silently far, far away, to the dilapidated hedge wall, walk through this rainy alley.
In the dirge of the rain, dissipated her color, scattered her fragrance, dissipated, even her too breath like vision, lilac melancholy. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonesome rainy alley, I hope to float through a lilac like the knot of sorrowful girl.
Shu Ting "To the Oak Tree" If I love you - never like the climbing campsis to borrow your high branches to show off their own; if I love you - never learn the love of birds for the shade of the repeated monotonous songs; not only like the source of the springs to send the comfort of the cool year; Nor more than like a perilous peak to increase your height and set off your majesty. Even daylight.
Even the spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, clasped in the ground leaves, touching in the clouds. With every wind that passes we greet each other, but no one understands our words.
You have your copper branches and iron trunk like a sword, like a sword, also like a halberd; I have my red flowers like a heavy sigh, but also like a heroic torch. We share the cold tide, the wind, the thunder, and the lightning; we **** enjoy the mist, the flow of arrays, and the rainbow.
As if separated forever, yet for life. This is the great love, steadfastness is here: love - not only love your great body, but also love the position you insist on, the land under the feet.
Xu Zimo "Farewell Kangqiao" gently I left, just as I gently come; I gently beckon, farewell to the clouds of the western sky. The golden willow on the riverbank is the bride in the sunset; the colorful shadow in the wave light is rippling in my heart.
The yellow floating heart on the soft mud, oily underwater waving: in the soft waves of the Kanghe River, I am willing to be a water plant! That a pool under the elm shade.