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A short poem about modern love.

1. Modern love poems are very short.

Modern love poems are short 1. Modern love poems

I kowtowed on the mountain road that year.

Not for the audience.

Just to keep your warmth.

I turned all the curved pipes in January that year.

Not to cross over.

Just to touch your fingertips

I turned to the mountains.

Not for the afterlife.

Just to meet you on the road.

To the oak tree.

If I love you.

Unlike climbing Campbell,

Show off your tall branches:

If I love you-

Never imitate spoony birds,

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

It is not just like a fountain,

Send cool and comfortable all year round;

It's not just a dangerous peak,

Increase your height,

Set off your dignity.

Even during the day.

Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok beside you,

Standing with you as the image of a tree.

Roots, close to the ground,

Leaves, touching in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind blows,

We all greet each other,

But no one

Understand what we said.

You have your copper branches and iron stems,

Like a knife, like a sword,

Like halberds,

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch,

We share cold waves, storms and lightning;

We enjoy the fog, rainbow,

As if we were separated forever,

But they have been interdependent all their lives,

This is great love,

Loyalty is here:

Not only love your strong body,

I also love your stand and the land under your feet.

what is love ?

This is a gorgeous dress.

In our thrilling feeling

Crazy about her

what is love ?

This is a century-old classic song.

How many people in the glorious years?

Sing for her

what is love ?

This is the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

In the long river of history

Let's think about it.

what is love ?

There are a pair of free birds in the sky.

In the vast world

pair off wing to wing

what is love ?

There is a storm at midnight.

There is no place to hide.

Let's learn to be strong

what is love ?

This is the sunset at dusk.

After the final destruction

Leave the world sad.

what is love ?

Is a milestone in our life journey.

on the road

Grow up with us

what is love ?

This is a rolling wave in the sea.

Even brave sailors

You will also lose your way forward.

what is love ?

Love is boiled water.

Tasteless and tasteless

But you must drink it every day

Love is a cup of deep coffee.

Bitter but full of fragrance

Love is strong liquor.

Drinking it will make you groggy.

Love is warm as spring.

And the spring water is steep.

I accidentally caught a cold.

Love is after a big storm.

That gentle kiss

Love is fire.

Burn your passion and wisdom.

Makes you tired and stupid.

Love is a rubber man.

When you hit hard,

You'll get hurt, too.

Love is an endless book.

No matter how high your education is.

This is a book without words.

what is love ?

Is the convergence of desires.

This is a tight hoop.

Have less self-esteem in front of your lover

In the name of love

Don't sing free songs

The style of love is romantic.

The pace of life is dull.

what is love ?

It's a lover's sweet talk.

This is an obvious fact between husband and wife.

what is love ?

Is it something you can get by paying?

Is it a love transaction?

what is love ?

Who can answer?

Actually, I don't need to know.

Because as long as you do it with your heart.

2. Modern love poems are shorter.

That year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not to see you, but to keep your warmth. In that month, I turned all the prayer tubes not to cross over but to touch your fingertips. At that time, I turned the mountain not to repair the afterlife, but to meet that oak tree with you on the road. If I love you, I will show off myself by your high branches: if I love you, I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like a clear spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous mountain peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.

Even during the day. Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, clinging to the ground, leaves, touching in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands our words. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd, and I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch, and we share cold waves, storms and thunderbolts; We * * * enjoy the fog and rainbow, as if we were separated forever, but we depend on each other all our lives. This is great love, and this is firmness: not only love your stalwart body, but also love your standing and the land under your feet.

what is love ? what is love ? What is gorgeous clothing? We are crazy about her in thrilling feelings. what is love ? What is a century-old classic song? How many people sang love for her in make it mine? What are the allusions of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai? In the long river of history, let's think about what love is. What are two free birds flying in the sky in the vast world? what is love ? What is the midnight storm? Where we haven't avoided, let's learn what strong love is. What does it feel like to let the world feel dejected by the afterglow of the sunset at dusk? what is love ? It is a milestone in our life journey, and it grows with us on the journey. what is love ? Even brave sailors will lose their way. what is love ? This is boiled water, but you must drink it every day. Love is coffee with a deep taste, bitter but full of fragrance. Love is hard liquor, which will make you feel groggy. Love is warm as spring, but it is also steep in spring. You caught a cold by accident. Love is a gentle kiss after a big storm. Love is the flame that burns your passion and wisdom. Love is a rubber man, making you tired and stupid. Love is a book you can't finish reading, no matter how high your education is. This is a book without words. What is the convergence of desire? This is a tight hoop. I have no self-esteem in front of lovers. Don't sing free songs under the banner of love. The style of love is the rhythm of romantic life. What is a lover's sweet talk? What is the simple truth of husband and wife? What is the love of giving and receiving? Is it a love transaction? Who can answer what love is? Actually I don't need to know, because I just need to do it with my heart.

3. Modern love poems

Modern Love Poems —— Soul Calls Soul

In the vast sea of people,

Fate is waiting for fate;

In the vast sea of people,

Heart, call heart.

Heart, calling the heart:

Which way to go,

What kind of tests passed,

Did you find the right person?

Find her, because of her happiness,

Store it in her heart;

Find her, because of her happiness,

Will be borne by you!

Find her, only find her,

Your happiness is certain. ...

In the vast sea of people,

Heart, call heart.

Modern love poems-the sweetness of love

The piano fell in love with the red leaves,

Kiss the sweet mouth forever,

Kiss the red leaves shyly.

They are loyal to each other,

Willing to be a lifelong companion.

Laozhi refused to let Hongye marry Qin Sheng freely.

Fortunately, Hongye didn't continue to learn the lesson.

Finally broke free from the branches,

With the melody of the piano,

Hugging each other in the piano,

Wandering in the autumn wind,

Go dancing in the sky.

Modern love poems-love network

The setting sun scorched our hearts.

Coral reefs are full of emotional seas.

This story must have spread on the island of Hawaii.

Coconut wind embraces May 8th.

Four years of pure gold love

We create an expectation with emotion.

Let the heart beat in the snuggling.

Love determines the goddess-like artistic conception.

Plant waves in coconut trees

We are a love nest made of green shade.

The tide on the island gave birth to our dream of jointing.

Let's have a romantic dance.

Listen to the story of bronzing

Our love comes from fairy tales.

Eden of the soul

A love intertwined with many beautiful women.

The wind is gentle, who is calling me?

Out of the dream red chamber

Sitting on a piece of white clouds, just for seclusion.

An unforgettable chord

The strings are melodious, but you are thousands of miles away.

Blow the love in late autumn

A maple leaf forest dyed red bloomed.

Flowers full of tenderness

Flowers are drunk, in a dream.

You quietly fall snowflakes.

Send it back to winter, pure smile

Hold the eyebrow pencil of the night and wait for me?

Send you a bright moon in your hometown.

The sweet-scented osmanthus of the moon has withered, which makes people feel melancholy.

The footsteps of autumn

Is it snowing there? Tell me.

The joy of snowflake singing

Pick up a petal and touch the distant thoughts.

Miss the door you left and wait.

Wandering people, snowflakes flying all over the sky

4. Seek modern love poems.

I will wait for Yu Guangzhong forever.

If I hear you talk in the morning, the most beautiful

That verb, if it died that night,

What am I afraid of? When I love

If you can't love heartily, you must love sadly.

Your beauty stung me for no reason this summer.

As long as you reach out, there will be a miracle landing.

In the open palm, there is your landing.

In the palm of my hand, the palm of the lotus.

For example, at dusk in late summer, facing the fragrance of the pool.

Facing the quiet and spontaneous combustion soul

Who will promise me?

What if I call you by your nickname?

As long as there is in the pool, as long as there is in summer.

A petal of red, why did I meet you?

Lotus is the nickname of truth, and lotus is truth.

Read Zhen Zhen, and meet people when you meet lotus.

As long as it is in my heart, as long as it is in my dream.

There is also a smell that summer is dying.

It's stubble all over the ground, and it's starry all over the sky.

Still the soul of the lotus.

Forever, I will wait for you to separate your lips, speak and spit out that verb.

People who have loved are far from forgetting. Anti-injury

Trauma always exists. My scar

Terrible red, branded lotus.

5.20 modern love poems

Broken chapter 1935 Bian, you stand on the bridge and watch the scenery. The people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window. You decorated other people's dreams. 2 "The farthest distance in the world"-Tagore The farthest distance in the world is not life and death. It's not life and death, but I stand in front of you, but you don't know that I love you, and you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not. I stand in front of you not because I stand in front of you, but because you don't know that I love you, but you know that you love each other. We can't be together. The furthest distance in the world is not being in love but not being together. But when you know you love each other, you can't be together. Missing you is something you can't resist, but you have never been in my heart, but you must pretend that you are not in your heart at all. The furthest distance in the world is not a time of pain. The irresistible years are not your irresistible yearning, but you have never been in my heart, but you have to pretend that you are not in your heart at all, but with your indifferent heart. For those who love you, digging an insurmountable river is digging an insurmountable ditch for those who love you. I originally created those things that ran aground accidentally. I heard the sound of the strings tearing, and I saw those eyes that used to laugh. When we were together last summer, I smelled the sunshine in the air. But I can't find the old girl. Although I have told the world loudly, I don't care about you. All this time, I still can't fool myself. I seem to have rearranged my memory again. Fragmented memories are joy. Still stupid? You weave your dream into a garden to attract the fight between bees and butterflies, which is actually a peace. You turn your heart into a string and play romance with your true feelings. You give your soul to the flowing clouds to inspire. Please find space. You give your dream to the spring, and the rest is the expectation of sunset in the evening ... The autumn wind blows and blows, and I am full of acacia. The leaves are trembling and dancing gracefully, leaving the branches and leaves and thinking about people far away. Do you know that I am gentle with you? I send acacia and fallen leaves to you in the distance, and I will protect you from the wind and frost of your life at the tuyere of the years. You can hear the call of geese flying south, which is the call of my missing. Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, autumn red, autumn leaves and autumn leaves in Qiu Lai are as beautiful as autumn leaves. People naturally grow up and hate water. I kowtowed on the mountain road that year, just to keep your warmth. In that month, I turned all the prayer tubes not to cross over but to touch your fingertips. I never go to the deep mountains to repair the afterlife, just to meet you on the way to the oak tree. If I love you, I will never show off myself with your high branches: if I love you, I will never imitate spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like a clear spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous mountain peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.

Even during the day. Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, clinging to the ground, leaves, touching in the clouds.

Two ports on the shore, two ports on the shore, both ports have disappeared, one port has become a field, and one port has left you with a miss. Composed of Roman letters, God's beard and coat are complicated and boring. Before I get bored, I spell your name quietly. To my surprise, takt time, with trembling lips and harmonious symbols, is often still and much thicker than a small bell. The sudden bell symbol is very noisy.

6. What are the modern poems about "feelings"?

(1) "your name"-Ji xian

With the lightest sound in the world,

Whispering your name every night.

Write down your name.

Draw your name.

(2) A Flowering Tree by Xi Murong

How to let you meet me

In my most beautiful moment

for this reason

I prayed before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.

(1) "that day"-Cangyang Jiacuo

On that day,

I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple,

I suddenly heard the truth in your hymn;

In January of that year,

I shake all the curved pipes,

Not to cross over,

Just to touch your fingertips;

(2) far away

I can't leave anymore.

Because it is brought by the wind.

Stars from all over the world

Through the glory of heaven

I can't hide anymore.

Can't avoid beautiful accidents.

7. Are there any modern poems about love?

If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than ever.

-Nalan Xingde's "Butterfly Lovers" Author: Su Shinian: genre of music: word category: anonymous flower faded red apricot small. Swallows fly, green water people go around.

Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are many fish in the sea.

Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.

The laughter died away, and the sound died away. Deeply but mercilessly annoyed.

Jinse Li Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string represents a period of youth like a flower. Saint Zhuangzi was in daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies, and the emperor's longing for love was crying in the cuckoo.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I realize it.

On the 20th day of the first month, Mao Yi, the son of Jiangcheng, remembered his dream of ten years, and there was no limit to life and death. Never think, never forget.

Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know when to meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartbroken place, moonlit night and short pine hill will be held every year.

The emperor of China longed to shake the beauty of an empire. He reigned for many years, looked everywhere, but never found it. Until a child of the Yang family, barely grown up, grew up in an inner room where no one knew her.

However, due to God's undisguised favor, he was finally elected as a member of the royal family one day. If she just turns her head and smiles, there will be a hundred spells, and the powder and paint in the sixth house will go up in smoke.

It was early spring. They bathed her in the pure swimming pool, which warmed and smoothed her cream-colored skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up when the emperor first noticed her and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her floating hair, the petals on her cheeks and the golden ripples on her head when she walked. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.

He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other 3,000 peerless beauties in his court, but his love for them is all concentrated on one person.

The Golden House is newly dressed to serve the night. When the table in the Jade Tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Brothers and sisters are all in the countryside, because she illuminates and glorifies her family.

When a girl was born instead of a boy, she brought happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never get enough of her. Yu Yang Fu (pí) came here at his instigation and was surprised by the colorful feathers.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is faintly visible from thousands of cars and horses heading southwest. The flag of the empire opened the road, moving and pausing, but it was thirty miles from the capital and outside the west gate.

People in the army stopped, and no one moved, turned around and died. The flower hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up. There was also a green and white emerald tassel and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her. He could only cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. However, just as the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, your majesty's love is eternal and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the bell cutting his chest in the late rain. In last contact that day, when the dragon car came home, the emperor stayed where he was and didn't want to leave.

In the soil under the Mawei slope, that memory, that pain. Where is her jade-white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.

Pool, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? ? Spring breeze comes, peaches and plums bloom, and leaves fall to the ground after autumn rain.

In the south of the West Palace (a book called "Garden"), autumn grass grows, and red leaves are piled up on the steps without cleaning. Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and the thin-eyed eunuch in her pepper yard; .

Fireflies were flying on the throne, while he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to the end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will ring slowly in the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will gradually become clear.

And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof are thick with morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who is accompanying * * *? Year after year, life and death are separated, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a heavenly guest and could summon ghosts by paying attention.

People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened his own path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, went into the ground and looked around.

Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in either place. Then, he heard the story of a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. One of them-they call it forever true, has a face of snow and flowers like her he is looking for.

So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Xiaoyu to tell Shuang Perfect. This lady woke up from a dream in her canopy when she heard the news of Emperor China's envoy.

She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she was in a hurry, her muddy hair band hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat came loose.

The wind blew the fairy's robe, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather dress. Tears fell from her sad pale face, like spring rain on pear flowers.

But when she thanked him, her eyes shone with love. Since they broke up, his appearance and voice are strange to her. Since happiness has ended in Sun Palace, Penglai Palace ordered to pay off the forged couple and improve the boxing boat.

But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his feelings for the old man and sent him back a shell box and a gold hairpin through his special envoy.

But it kept a branch of the hairpin and a side of the box, broke the gold of the hairpin and broke the shell of the box. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.

She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him of the oath that only their two hearts knew. On the seventh day of July, in Changshou Palace, we told each other in secret in the silent midnight world.

We hope to fly in the sky like two birds, and grow together on the earth like two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

When I met in the Southern Tang Dynasty, I didn't say a word, and the west wing was like a hook, and the phoenix tree deep courtyard was lonely and locked in the clear autumn. It's sad to keep cutting and be confused, especially the general taste in my heart. "Meeting Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong" Li Yulin spent Xie Chunhong in the South Tang Dynasty, which was too hasty.

Helpless, cold rain in the morning, windy at night. Cochineal tears, when to be drunk, when to be heavy.

People naturally grow up to hate, and the water flows east. Qin Guan: "Que Qiaoxian" is accompanied by thin clouds, flying stars spread grievances, and Yinhan secretly crossed Chen Cang.

The seventh day's autumn dew is in autumn, and the encounter is not only those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Complain about acacia together, tender as water, meet and hate each other like a dream, when it is unbearable to see the bridge off the road.

If two people's feelings are long-lasting, they still live together day and night. Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc" has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.

Flowers bloom, flowers are incomplete, geese fly high, but they don't come back. Liu Yong was heartbroken.

It was too late to go to the pavilion, and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood, and I miss the place where I sent them and Lanzhou.

Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless. Thinking about this matter, thousands of miles away, dusk, chutiankuo.

Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.

Customs are strange, who to talk to. Liang Zhu Liu Yong leans on the dangerous building, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.

(3) In the afterglow of grass, no one will lean on a pillar without words. Plan to be drunk and crazy, 4 for drinking songs, 5 for being strong and tasteless.

The belt will gradually widen, and you will never regret it. It will make people haggard for Iraq. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that you don't know I love you when I stand in front of you, but that you can't say I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't say I love you, but that you can only bury it in your heart. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't say I miss you, but that you love each other but can't be together. The furthest distance is not being in love but pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees.

8. Modern poems describing love

1, "Between you and me"

Between you and me,

Feelings are so fragile,

Calm and pure,

Like transparent air, essay

Like clear water,

Running between that day last month and the moon in the water.

Step 2 go to the oak tree

If I love you,

Unlike climbing Campbell,

Show off yourself with your tall branches;

If I love you,

Never imitate spoony birds,

Repeat simple songs for the shade;

It is not just like a fountain,

Send cool and comfortable all year round;

It's not just a dangerous peak,

Increase your height,

Set off your dignity.

Even during the day.

Even spring rain.

I don't know,

These are not enough!

I must be a kapok beside you,

Standing with you as the image of a tree.

Root,

Hold on to the ground,

Leaves,

Touch each other in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind blows,

We all greet each other,

But no one understood us.

You have your copper branches and iron stems,

Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch,

We share cold waves, storms and lightning;

We like fog, flowing mist and rainbow.

As if we were separated forever,

But they are life-long.

It's a great feeling,

Loyalty is there:

Love,

Not only love your strong body,

I like your position,

The land under your feet.

Step 3 feel

In the simple operation of one plus one

There is always a third number.

Come out and make trouble

When the firewood is burning.

The smell of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

It's getting weaker and weaker

Integration of body and body

The reason needed is the shortest.

Running-in between heart and heart

It takes the longest time.

The feeling in the dictionary

This explanation is too simple.

Feelings in life

But it's getting more and more troublesome.

4. Beautiful girls in the gallery

There is still life painting, with vegetables and you are looking at it.

So quiet.

The colors in that still life painting tremble because of their own intensity.

What can they do without light?

Strangers,

I love you standing quietly in the light you carry.

5. "Emotion is a smile in March"

Chrysanthemums are waiting in line at the seasonal exit.

Thousands of affectionate memories.

Look at the fallen leaves in autumn

Take away the homesickness in your dreams.

New year's closing, gorgeous turn.

With a wave of his hand, he bid farewell to the cold in the dead of winter.

Gentle spring breeze plays the role of high mountains and flowing water.

Snow in the distance, tears of wintersweet.

Few People's Hearts —— Classical Modern Lyric Poetry

Bypass the lantern festival lights

Hiding quietly behind Valentine's Day

Peep at the swallow's tail and trim the date of February.

Peach blossoms wear rose red.

Unveil the gorgeous veil

I see. Feelings.

This is the smile of March.

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