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Poems about I know your heart (which poems express that others don't know their own hearts)

1. Are there any poems that others don't understand?

1. People who know me are worried about me, and people who don't know me want me.

-Excerpted from Li Tao's "Climbing the Mountain and Knowing the Distant Sea" Author:

I should have trusted the moon, but the moon shines on the ditch.

-From the brilliant Pipa Story of the Yuan Dynasty.

It's easy to change, and it's also easy to change.

-Excerpted from "Mulan Ci" by Nalan Xingde, "Antique Decisive Words and Cambodian Friends"

4. Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through.

-from Tang Yin's Song of the Peach Blossom Temple.

Use my heart, change your heart, and you will know the depth of sadness!

-Excerpted from Gu Huan's "Confessions, Where to Throw People All Night"

2. What poems show that no one understands my heart? 1. Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want. -Li Tao's "Looking at the Sea"

Interpretation: People who can understand me say that I am sad. People who don't understand me ask me what I pursue.

2, the world is cloudy and I am alone, and everyone is drunk and I am alone. -"Chu Ci Fisherman"

Interpretation: Everyone in this world is dirty, but I am innocent. Everyone is addicted to the superficial calm, and only I am awake.

I turn my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch. -Gao Ming's "Pipa Story"

Interpretation: I am looking forward to the bright moon with all my heart, and the bright moon shines into the ditch.

4, few confidants, who listens to broken strings. -Yue Fei's Xiao Chongshan, I couldn't stop singing last night.

Interpretation: It is a pity that there are too few bosom friends. Who knows if the string is broken?

5, others laugh that I am too crazy, and I laugh that others can't wear it. -Tang Yin's Song of the Peach Blossom Temple

Interpretation: others laugh at you, which is stupid and crazy, but you laugh at others and don't understand your intention.

3. I care about knowing you because I know you!

How I want to be with you and tell you how much I love you; I want to tell you, in fact, you have always been my miracle; How I want to be close to you and snuggle up in your warm and lonely arms; Tell you, in fact, I have always understood you; How I want to tell you that your loneliness hurts with my heart. ...

The autumn sky has always been gray, and the gentle breeze shakes its posture feebly, lifeless, as if heralding an inevitable death. Looking up at the distant sky in a lonely posture, holding out your palm and separating your five fingers, you can vaguely see that time passes through the gap, and the deep and shallow traces are always printed in your heart. I really want to tell you that this is evidence of our love, this is our growing experience, and this is the price we really pay.

The wind gradually dispersed the clouds and the weather was changing. The night is hazy and cool as water, leaning against the windowsill and looking at the horizon. It suddenly began to rain in the scarred sky. Close your eyes, tears fall down the bridge of your nose, and your mouth is mixed with sour liquid. Are all emotions just expensive windows, gorgeous and brilliant along the road, showing sweet fantasies? Serious people will be fooled into thinking that they can stay with you, but who will stay with whom?

Listen, heavy rain with soft wind set off a frenzy, blowing head-on, falling flowers fluttering in the wind, my heart ached like blood, and that heartbreaking conversation emerged in my mind. You try to suppress your inner fluctuations, and say calmly, because you know you too well, because you know how much you care, so let love continue, let this love continue. I shook my head with trembling fingers and even forgot how to write the word "love". How can I continue? For an unintentional person, I don't know what love is ...

Looking back on the past, that indulgent love turned you into dust, and you were wronged, but you just wanted me to give up my persistence in loving you. Ironically, the distance between two hearts is separated by a film because of one person's abandonment and two people's suffering. You can never return to that pure sky and see that once beautiful smiling face like a flower. A broken heart will always be numb and eventually go to an extreme world.

The sky in May, the baptism of tears, is also waiting for your reply day by day with a haggard face. I can't remember how many times you shouted in your heart after turning around: Dear, please don't leave me; I don't remember how many times you cried hysterically in your dream after you left: dear, where are you? I can't remember how many times those fantastic images appeared in front of my eyes. I reached out to touch them, but you suddenly disappeared. Waiting in the middle of the night, waiting in the early morning, the cold of dawn, the entanglement day after day, like a glass falling to the ground, a room full of fragments, sadness is everywhere.

June breeze, dim light, is that petite figure not far away you? So strange and familiar outline, so beautiful and gentle voice, so bright and beautiful smile, everything about you seems to be deposited in your mind, such as a part of your life, once it is missing, it will die with your fragile life. My world has been so quiet since you left. Without your greeting, your news, your phone call and all your news, I am the butterfly with broken wings, which fell from mid-air to the deep sea. Without the support of wings, I can't fly anymore.

On a rainy night in July, I was lonely and cold. I never gave up looking for you, because I knew better than anyone whether to give up this love, because I knew better than anyone whether it was worth it, just because I wanted to know you better, but would you let me into your world? The answer is naked in front of you when you disappear. I can give up everything to save your turnaround, but I don't have the courage to ask you for contact information again. The first refusal became eternal silence, and the first loss became eternal freezing. Never met.

In August, the fallen flowers wither mercilessly, and the long dream has been lost. I firmly believe that life is so long that one day, you will be moved by my endless entanglement; One day, you will understand that this love can stand the test of plain time; One day, you will understand that loving you is a choice without regrets in this life; One day, you will understand how much I care about you.

Silver-white lightning rang eight times in a row, passing by, and the palm of the mobile phone sweated a lot. Every time the eye electricity is staggered, it seems to hear the sound of heartbreak. It takes confidence and love to erase courage and send messages. Sometimes it tires the soul, devours warmth and leaves wet tears.

In fact, I want to know you better, not to cling to you, but to be afraid that you will forget that someone loves you forever. ...

Actually, I care about you very much, not to keep you. I'm just afraid that time will be forgotten and the memories we once had. ...

4. What are the connotations of Who Know My Heart? 1, who knows my heart?

2, the other shore withered, who knows my heart is sad?

3, who knows that my heart is long, who knows that I want to cry without tears.

4. Who is in my heart and who am I in? Who knows the pain without solution?

5, the heart has no distractions, but still so, who knows my heart in the world.

6, fallen leaves, dancing, who knows the sadness in my heart.

7, who knows, my heart is free and unfettered, needless to say, I don't ask anyone to understand.

8. You are not in my heart, but in mine. You hurt me, but you hurt me.

9. People who know my heart worry me. What do I want if you don't know me?

10, the heart is clean, when will it not be seen? My heart is clean, where is not the west.

In a word, I can read your mind. Someone who understands my heart.

12, my heart is full of bandits, but I can't turn around. I'm full of bandits. I can't get involved.

13, your heart, I understand, then, my heart, who understands?

14, times have changed, things have changed. Who knows me, who knows my heart. Full of ideals and reality. This is life!

15. In some people's eyes, I seem to be a lonely beast, but who knows the sensitivity and gentleness of smelling roses in my heart?

5. Ask for a Tibetan poem, and I will get tired of "Can I read your heart?"

You have to ask when you want to.

Reading Lingshan Temple,

Know Fang Li Xi Run.

If you don't mind,

The calendar is very small.

Why work hard?

It's a pity, Cindy.

Turn things into different things,

What's the matter with you?

Our army is arrogant and thieves die.

I miss the local wind.

Reading Yes is the king's teacher.

Knowing the wind is conducive to being yang and being an emissary.

You fell into the forest,

Yes, he was born in metaplasia.

I can't repay my heart,

Unfortunately, amorous feelings and efforts.

In order to prescribe white clothes,

It's raining in Mozishan store.

6. I want to be a person who knows you. There is no noise, everything is as quiet as the whole universe.

Maybe I shouldn't fall asleep. Tonight, I am destined to meet you through time and space.

The vast universe is full of beautiful stars, and a bright and colorful dream seems to have covered everything. The streamer on the surface may be dazzling, but when the flowers are gone, the bright moonlight illuminates the night and shines on the world. We all know that the most touching thing is that unique heart.

Five thousand years, ups and downs, standing at the top of the prosperous time, not the glory of the Tang Dynasty, but you, who condensed the back of a dynasty and drank that cup of wine alone in the moonlight. Although the wine is clear, you know its bitter taste, only you know it.

Maybe I don't understand you, maybe it's really hard to understand you. Sometimes, I think I don't know any of your stories, but sometimes, you are so close to me. It seems to live in my ear, telling the history of those veils. When I want to trace back more, I can't touch you. How many times, when I am anxious about this, there is always a voice echoing. Just get used to it. Habit, all this seems to be just a dream. Even I don't know why I dreamed about you. You are a symbol, just like your poem, which will never lose its magic and attract me. Reading your poem, anyway, I always like it. You look up at the sky and laugh, wave lavishly and spend all your money just to win the smile of your friends. But in the dead of night, under the moonlight, a lonely figure, a pot of wine, a sword, peach blossoms scattered with your tears. I know that the wine in that cup is inextricably linked with bitterness.

You finally understand that the splendid Chang 'an is not a place to live. It is just the so-called prosperity left by history, and it does not belong to you, because the fairy's home is under the green ridge peak.

Leaving is your choice. It is this choice that has perfected your life and left a unique Li Bai to history.

I only read you to get closer to you and get to know you better.

7. The sentence about knowing you and me is called understanding, there is an understanding called forbearance, and there is an understanding called fulfillment.

Knowing you is a kind of helplessness, a kind of pain that is hard to give up, a kind of letting go, not owning. Knowing you is the harmony of soul mates and the tolerance of each other's shortcomings. There is no hypocrisy, only truth.

Because I know you, and I am kind. To know you, you don't need to be very much in love months ago or across the river.

Understand that your heart is heavy, don't say anything, and the gentleness of silent gaze has nothing to do with shallowness. To know you is to look across the river and watch your back go away.

Knowing you is to hope that you will always live better than me. Knowing your heart is like enjoying the priceless treasure in the window of a museum, which you will never forget.

Know that behind your busy and tired heart, you cast a concerned look, a silent care in distress. Know that your world is near and far away, know that your heart is like yesterday, know that your heart is as thin as silk, know you and know yourself.

I know you. I read your words in the vast ocean of literature. You chew my words and read them like a mind reader until I make myself a positive result. Understand you, for example, open a durable and tasteful book and read it directly from the front cover to the back cover, instead of taking it out of context, including every chapter and punctuation.

Knowing you is a kind of happiness and gratitude, which lies in how you feel and find it, until you know that your smile has become a chrysanthemum in autumn and a strong character in the wind. Understand your feelings, understand your state of mind, listen to the flowers, the flute is curling, and you come from the buildings and know each other like a mirror.

Understand you, lonely blue light, with books as companions. Drink a cup of warm green tea, the more you drink, the more fragrant it will be.

You should know that your coat is not luxurious, but simple and simple. Knowing you means that your life is my life and my life is your life. You and I will live together for the rest of our lives, and I will still know you until we part.

Knowing you is a process of slowly waiting and getting old. I will cultivate all the essence into an immortal elixir and give it to you. Knowing that your heart is full of mountains and rivers will always be love.

This world has a humble life, but no humble feelings. Knowing you is actually knowing ourselves.

Understand you, understand me, and let the feelings in life be beautiful and immortal forever! I wish you all more understanding, tolerance and understanding on the long road of life. Because, I can't ask everyone to understand me, but I am willing to understand you with a kind and pure heart.

If nobody can understand us, we can still understand ourselves.