I am a bud swaying on a branch in early spring
I want to speak, but I am still shy
I am a dewdrop on the tip of a leaf in early summer
I am a sparkling dewdrop on the tip of a leaf in early summer
I am a red leaf on the faraway mountains in late autumn
I am passionate
I am waiting for you
I am a snowflake dancing in winter
I am a snowflake dancing in winter
I am waiting for you
I am a snowflake dancing in winter
I am a snowflake dancing in winter
I am the snowflakes in winterhumankind
waiting for you
waiting for you
is the breeze
is the sunset
is the moon
is the stars
waiting for you
is the elegance of Song Dynasty lyrics
is the beautiful Tang Dynasty poems
is a pot of wine of lovesickness
is a period of a thousand-year old wine
is a period of a thousand years of love.
It's a legend of a thousand years
It's a beautiful myth
I've been waiting for a thousand years
Just for you
Reincarnation
I close my eyes and turn out the light
I look back at this part of my life
You're the only constant in my landscape
If there's a reincarnation in life, every time I look back at my life, I'll see you as a woman.
I would like to meet you every time
Even if I can't join hands in the wind and rain
I would like to be a tree, a blade of grass, a gust of wind
Waiting at the intersection where you must pass by
Watching your face,
I would be murmuring in happiness
If there is a reincarnation in life
I would like to meet you thousands of times
Like this day, I would like to meet you every time. p>
Just like in this life
Even if we can't join hands in the wind and rain
We can only fill up the lyrics of love
Let the grains of love, the words of love
Keep on singing until the next life
Waiting for you Modern Poetry 2The sound of the summer cicadas
Stirred up
The sorrows of a tree
The winds are keen
The winds are keen
The winds are keen
The winds are keen
The winds are keen
The winds are keen
The winds are keen
A soft heart
Time has turned the green leaves
into a piece of paper for love
Gently
into the shape of green roses
Self-pitying, self-intoxication and self-perfuming
July
The day rotates from north to south
It's half rain, half sunshine
My window is a little bit dark, but it's a bit dark.
Half bright, half sad
Flowers blossom in the rainy night
Thinning the green leaves
Reddening my thoughts
Waiting for you to come
With a timeless past
Make an immortal vow
Can you
Twist the threads of love
Tie it to a wind chime for me
And then, I'm going to make it into a wind chime.
Hanging on the brow of memory
July
Burning out the love in my heart
Burning out the love in my heart
All the thoughts
Falling out of my heart
Waiting for you
It's still a long-cherished wish
That will never change
How much of life is there to be lived
How many times will you go to the springtime
How many times will you go to the springtime?
How many people are willing to polish the time
And I
in this life
would like to wear out the years
with heart, with love and with affection
to write a scroll of long poems
for you
to pick up the July fire
to burn a field of red and dancing
to lightly pick up a piece of reddish color
to reddish dye a piece of paper. A piece of paper
I am still
Green and plain
Lightly pulling my coat
Proceeding to the rainy and windy flower stream
Viewing the cloudy mountains and the beautiful water
Waiting for you
Together
Singing in the wind
Waiting for you Modern Poetry 3
In the fall I returned to my hometown, which I had been away from for five years
At the entrance of the village still flows the The clear brook
Birds whispered in the branches of the old acacia tree
Grandpa on crutches played chess on the scarred millstone
His white beard twitched with excitement at my arrival
His cloudy eyes were still as clear as ever
A couple of naughty children played a game of "Eagle and Chicken"
My uncle and aunt met me, and I felt quite happy to see them. My aunt and uncle were surprised when they met me
I was pleasantly surprised when they called me by my maiden name
The passing years proved that my folks were still close to me
My thoughts of them moved me to tears
The withered wheat stalks of the small, simple courtyard were piled up in a corner
My father carefully polished the primitive plough in front of the gate
A piece of the plough was still in use.
A yellow towel was handed to me
My mother's face was full of smiles
Two ripe old corn stalks were taken out of a warm pot
My brother and sister-in-law were preparing a sumptuous feast
The old hen was stewed in sweet rice wine
A bamboo mat was spread on the earthen floor where I had left it
My three-year-old nephew was blushing, hiding from the world. My three-year-old nephew hides blushingly under the quilt
The mottled desk is still familiar
And a faded fountain pen
My hobbling grandpa counts the lost calendars
His withered fingers turn over memories that are hard to let go of
Farmers rely on the land that nourished the aroma of their grandparents
To read and understand how to live, we need to pass the knowledge on from generation to generation.
Inside the house and outside the window were gathered brothers who had grown up together
I asked if I had been dazzled by the foreign country and whether I had delayed my studies
Folks sent me home-grown jujubes and pure yellow millet
The village's only university student was treated with great pomp and circumstance
I was flattered, said thank you, and bowed
I returned with instant coffee and chocolate.
Because my schooling expenses were all raised by one family in the east and one family in the west
A dollar and a dime represent the love and sincerity of each family
Today, I'm back home to change the backwardness of the productive forces
Seeing a beautiful rainbow, I know how to go through the storms
Harmonious society requires the tenacity and courage to be together
A harmonious society requires the tenacity and courage to be together.
Warm applause inspired me to look forward to tomorrow's grandiose hopes
My hometown has been in the remote mountainous region for generations
Passionate, pure, simple and honest is the inheritance of ancient traditions
Festive gongs and drums express the sweetness of happiness and fulfillment
Autumn high and dry urban and rural planning is full of poetic and pictorial
The river that passes through the city
The river that passes through the city
The river that passes through the city
The river that passes through the countryside is full of poetic and pictorial
The river that runs through the city
Reflecting the flowers and grasses along the banks
The winding path extends
The wind passes through the residual scent
I'm here
Waiting for you to come
Waiting for you to come
No more "Slowly Speaking"
No more "It's hard to meet each other"
I'll sing it in a cheerful tone
You will hear a season of waiting hearts. You'll hear a season's waiting song
Waiting for you to come
Let's watch the swallows come back together
Let's watch the flowers and green grass together, and the water flow forever
The imprints of the seasons
are the unchanging promises of a song
Waiting for you to come
Turning back to the past
I'll look back at the spring, autumn, winter, snow, and summer. Summer lotus
I flick the mottled memories
Revisit the dream of acquaintance
Waiting for you to come
Open up the books that I've been flipping through from time to time
Your hair is hidden in the folder
Floating out the fresh scent of the past years
Through the fingers that are clasped tightly between you and I
And your waist-length hair
Fantasize about the years of our acquaintance. Between the flowers
Purging away the despair of the world
Waiting for you to come
Cupping your cheeks
Just as it was in the beginning
And your smile
Echoing in my poem
Waiting for you to come
Thinking of your curvy and graceful posture
Deep in the sea of flowers of my poem
Despite the passage of time The years have changed
With a persistence
I've been
waiting for you to come
Along a stream and a winding path
Watching for the direction you're coming from
I've already picked delicate flowers
Ready to wear them in your hair
To reflect your face
Waiting for you to come
I've been wandering in my poem, and I'm not sure if I can find the right place for you.
I'm wandering among the flowers of poetry
Every time I walk
I always step on the strings of my thoughts
I'm waiting for you to come
to listen to the call of my poetry
I'm waiting for a springtime bloom
You and I will be holding hands on a sea of flowers
when the breeze comes
and fills the sea of each other's hearts with fragrance
The sky must be so full then that it is not a place where you can see me, but it is a place that you can feel.
The sky must be very blue at that time
The clouds must be very light
The music played by larks
Decorated the most beautiful spring
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Waiting for a spring bloom
You and I embracing on the shore of Jinshi Sea
Watching the seagulls hovering in circles
Waves spreading over the surface of the sea
The white clouds reflect the blue sky. The blue sky
The sea breeze is accompanied by the waves
We hold each other's fingers together
***Writing about love
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Waiting for a spring blossom to bloom
You and I ***We are enjoying the beautiful scenery of the West Lake
Walking along the ten-mile promenade
Leaving behind the silhouettes of tender and loving people
On the Broken Bridge, we are searching for the footprints of the White Queen and Xu Xian
The White Lady and Xu Xian, who have been in the same boat for years.
The streaming fireflies that cross the rainbow in time and space
Shining with the two snuggly shadows
***Spectrum of unfailing love
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Waiting for a spring bloom
You and I side by side on the waterfront of the Lijiang River
Enjoying the warmth of the first meter of sunshine
Swinging a boat across the waves, chasing the setting sun
We can enjoy the beautiful scenery
When the twilight dyes the blue sky
Leaning in front of the window
Waiting for the shooting stars in the sky
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Waiting for the spring flowers to bloom
You and I will cross the sea of people
We will go to the feast that is destined to be held in our past lives
***Watch the Butterfly Valley's butterfly dancing and dancing
We can enjoy the Butterfly Valley's butterfly dancing and dancing
We can enjoy the Butterfly Valley's butterfly dancing and dancing
We can also watch the Butterfly Valley's Butterfly Dance. Weaving Maiden
The flow of light has precipitated our friendship
From knowing each other and accompanying each other, we have come to cherish each other
Let the picturesque scenery pave the path
Tap my heart with your footprints
Please come along with my warm poem
I'll be waiting for you underneath the magpie bridge
The magpies have devoted their bodies
to build a bridge of love for thousands of miles.
This is the first time I've ever seen you in the world. Whether it's July 7th or not
Whether the sky is stormy or not
The splendor of the sun and the moon have never left me
I believe that the stars have always been hiding in the clouds
Accompanied by every strand of my thoughts
Accompanied by my every hope
Please come along with my aging wrinkles
I'll wait for you underneath the magpie bridge
If you're at the magpie bridge, I'll wait for you underneath the magpie bridge
I'll wait for you underneath the magpie bridge
I'll wait for you underneath the magpie bridge.
If you don't find me underneath the magpie bridge
Then it must be that I'm dead
Please turn around
Go around my silent tombstone and leave
Just, just don't cry
Don't make my tombstone cry like rain
If you still remember the promises you made
Just put me into your memories
Because, because I've been waiting for you in the afterlife ------
Waiting for you Modern Poems 7I've been waiting for you in my dreams,
A wait is forty years.
In the spring,
The spring thunder awakened everything in the earth,
but I am still alone.
In the summer, when the flowers are so beautiful,
I am blind to all the beautiful colors.
I am just looking forward to the arrival of autumn.
In the rainbow after the rain,
there is your weeping figure.
Cicadas are lonely,
Cranes are singing,
A pool of lotus flowers.
Looking away from the dusk,
the blue shadow reflection.
Dipped in loneliness,
Write a lonesome hanging in the heart.
That a trace of sheepish disappointment with the sunset red sunshine floating in the sky.
I love you forever,
but I failed to live up to the fall in the winter.
In the moment when the snowflakes fell,
I used the white of the snowflakes to cover the deep green of the eyes.
At this moment,
If you turn into a snowflake and fall on my hand,
I will put your coldness in my heart to melt.
If you say that your heart is still wandering,
I will give up the whole world,
and I will be with you at the end of the world.
You've got a lot of time on your hands,
but you've left your youth in the past.
I can only in the sky snow curtain with you in the heart far from the silent look.
A love story,
you rhyme,
you walk around,
rounded out the spring prayers,
waved the summer of the color,
but the autumn of a pale green left the early frost,
my heart was frozen in the cold in the bitter struggle.
Forty years of infatuation,
The night is deep, thinking of Hua Luang.
Raining on the spring night,
Candle reflecting a corner of the sky.
The first thing you need to do is to get out of the house and go back to your hometown.
The second thing you need to do is to get out of the house and go back to your hometown.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.
I'm waiting for you in my dream,
and I'm waiting for another forty years.
Waiting for you modern poem 8
(a)
Waiting for you,
Waiting for you in the Jiangnan
- Meicheng's Yanyanjiang smoky river.
The pear blossom wind rises,
apricot blossom rain falls.
Wet the ancient bridge;
Wet the green willow;
Wet the ancient ferry of "Sanli Street"!
(2)
I walked along the riverbank of the ancient bridge,
waiting for a lilac girl.
I asked the green willow in the wind,
Have you ever seen you
- the bride of my dreams?
Who knows, it's the smoke and the water.
(3)
I hurried to the ferry,
fearing that I might have misplaced the boat.
Asked the ferryman, inquired of the passers-by
Have you ever seen a lilac girl;
Have you ever seen a lilac girl?
The master of the boat shakes his head, and the pedestrians ask who.
(4)
If you are walking in the ancient lanes of Sanli Street,
how could we miss each other?
If you wait for me at the bridge,
How can I let you burn in the wind?
Is the umbrella in your hand,
wet with the rain of apricot blossoms?
(5)
Looking for you,
Looking for you at the "Renji" bridge.
I've been searching for you from my past life to my present life.
The flute you gave me is in my hand,
and I will play it gently for you.
Can you hear the sound of my flute?
I'm not sure if I can hear it, but I'm not sure if I can hear it at all.
(6)
A lilac girl floated in the rain,
I recognized your face at once,
the same beauty and dignity as in my previous life!
I flew to you regardless of everything,
and we embraced each other on the bridge of Renji.
The water of the palace of heaven is long, and the birds are singing!
I, your shepherd boy from a previous life.
You, my bride in this life ......
Waiting for you Modern Poetry 9Holding a bouquet of tulips
Anxious to go back and forth.
The sky is already a new moon like a hook,
Hazy reflection of my thin,
Waiting for you, at the intersection of Tanabata.
The dew is thick,
soaking my thin shirt.
Probably the weaving maiden has already held the hand of the cowherd,
A year's longing,
A year's waiting,
At this moment,
Like a dam breaking.
My heart is trembling slightly,
When I see you,
I will kiss you enough.
The flow of hair,
The tenderness of autumn water,
One by one,
I want to have all of it!
The light of the fields,
Like milk,
And the chirping of the frogs.
Is the weaving maiden still nestled in the chest of the cowherd?
The excited blood must be rolling!
I'm holding tulips,
waiting for you,
still, still ......
Waiting for you Modern Poetry 10I thought that you would be my lifelong confidant
Waiting for you has become an extravagance
Now, only then do I realize
Waiting for you, it turns out to be
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No longer waiting for you, began to
Alone
No longer with you, began to
Lonely interpretation of life
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Since waiting for you is a dream
Why should I waste my heart and soul
Rather than waiting for you to wait for the stupid
The best way to do so is to wait for the first time, and then to wait for the second time, and then to wait for the third time.
I knew you were a problem in my heart
I should have let you go beforehand
Pity me, I'm at a loss
I didn't even get a hint of your goodwill even though I was struggling hard
You're a pain in the ass
I wanted to be a part of the world.
But I'm not the only one who can see through your tricks
I regret that I shouldn't have gotten involved with you in the first place
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I've learned that you're not as careful as you think you are
I just want to get away from you
I don't want to be involved with you anymore
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I thought that you were the only one who could get away with this, but I'm sure that you will be.