Self-created love poems

1, no green plum, green plum withered, fragrant everywhere.

If you don't see a bamboo horse, you will grow old and miss Wan Li.

From then on, everyone I fell in love with looked like you.

2. Ten years and one sword, Jianghu Xiao Sheng became a knight for the first time.

Riding on the world of mortals, wind and sand are everywhere.

Bring the horse back, and when the sun goes down, you won't be drunk.

3. Are the boys in the mountain city as sad as me?

I haven't been there. I'm involved in old dreams in Beijing.

The bluebird is extinct. Who will send me a mountain of stationery?

4, Jianghu Xiao Sheng, accustomed to the vicissitudes of neon.

You are also good at playing the piano and fiddling with prosperity in the palm of your hand.

Life is light, but half-life love is so heavy.

It turns out that love has to work hard to realize how great it is.

At that time, I had drifted to the end of the world.

Recalling the angry words at the beginning, I regret it.

6. The city that never sleeps in Duanyang Festival is full of neon.

Lantern parade, gongs and drums painting, happy.

Climb high and look far, and lose your scenery, which is bleak and unremarkable.

7, like is not a whim, you blame me for perfunctory.

You say love does its best, and you do it.

Lost in trust, you belittle all my vows.

8. If you want to go to the grave, you can borrow a lonely soul for nine days.

Love dust, who is * * * ChanJuan's studio?

The sound of smoke and mud can last for years.

9, small mood, old face, excessive spring.

If you are fine, who will run away with a charming smile?

The past is complicated, as clever as ivy on the wall.

10, cook, you said saury tastes particularly fresh.

Love stories are boundless, who loves Mocha western food best?

Accommodate the other half, and your heart will grind into a cocoon, and it will hurt so much that you can't breathe.

12, I cleaned the bath towel repeatedly, and seven years passed quickly.

It's cold and sad, and I'm sad to hear that summer is gone.

Affection is hard, because love always makes people kneel.

13, oranges, grapes, rice harvest, sickle is no exception.

The seeds will bloom again in a spring and continue the beautiful present.

Full of a person's gluttonous feast, watching the wax torch turn to ash, and roared off.

14, you shouldn't fight against heaven, but you won't know until you draw your sword.

Arrogance can't hide others, but I dream back to Marco Tang and laugh.

The night is dark and windy, and the youth is worried about the old.