Poetry expressing love

Don't dream of going to Xie Jia, the small corridor is winding and crooked. It's a pity to leave others only when there is love in the spring court.

I know that beauty is my misfortune. I sighed in the mirror to please a picky emperor. How can I dress myself up? When the wind is sunny, birds sing in groups; When the sun shines high, the shadows of flowers climb; Girls in the south pick hibiscus year after year, dreaming of love.

The dream of silver bed has not come true, the sky is blue like water, and the clouds are as light as night. The sound of geese is far more than xiaoxiang, talking to himself in the middle of the month on the twelfth floor.

Diamond-shaped leaves wander in the waves and wind, and boats pass through the depths of the lotus.

The window was full of bright moon and frost, and the cold light left her in bed. In a swallow house on a frosty moonlit night, Qiu Lai was only one person long.

The residual lamp upstairs is accompanied by night frost, and the solitary sleeper rises from the lovesick bed. How much is a one-night stand for lovesickness? The ends of the earth are not long!

Peach blossoms set each other off in this door last year. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Xiaoxiang, why wait for nothing? The water is bright and covered with moss on both sides. Twenty-five strings playing jathyapple, grievances difficult to level.

Think for yourself;

Life and death are broad, Jie Cheng said, holding Jie Cheng's hand and growing old with it. ——

A river that changes with time at any time

The irreversible end of the fate of love

Loving you helped me find myself.

dear

I think I miss you,

Not strong enough to miss every minute,

When you calm down,

Loneliness will come to mind, followed by missing you.

I believe in myself, you and our love.

How long is a life,

How far can I go with you,

How long is a life,

I can follow you to the end

In this life, hold your hand and grow old with your son.

I like myself.

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