A poem about waiting for you to marry me

1. Express in verse that I am waiting for you. 1, there is a kind of beauty that I won't forget. If I don't see it for a day, I will think crazily. -Anonymous "Feng Qiu Qin Huang Ge"

2. Whose fish flute is flying in the dark and scattered to the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"

3, the belt is getting wider and wider, I don't regret it. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi

4. When you enter my lovesickness door, you will know that my lovesickness is bitter, long and short. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"

When the late wife asked about the untimely return date, the rain rose in the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. -Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night

6. The old garden has a long way to go east, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell have not dried. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. -Cen Can is going to meet a messenger in the capital.

7. Once the sea was difficult for water, water was always amber. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. -Yuan Zhen's Lisi

8. When will Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"

9. People have only been away from home for seven days in spring. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. -Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming"

10, I am in a foreign land, and I miss my family more every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. -Wang Wei's "Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain"

1 1, the wanderer listens to the drums, Qiu Yan. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother

12, red lotus root fragrance, jade lingering in autumn, loose skirt, lotus boat alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. -Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum"

13, if two feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"

14, this time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends. -Zheng Chouyu's Farewell

When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches? People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. -Wang Wei's "Acacia"

16, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. -Yuan Zhen's "Thinking from Four Poems"

17, after the sad farewell, the two should be the same, the most is that they can't get rid of their grievances. -Nalan Xingde's "Young Beauty"

18, flowers on the stranger, birds singing and grass smoking, fish scales wrinkled. Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you. -Wang Shizhen's mourning poem

19, when can we meet harmoniously if the road surface dust is raised and the cement is muddy? -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"

20. The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves are still scattered, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west. I was embarrassed when I met acacia. At this time, I am lovesick, knowing that I am lovesick, lovesick, lovesick, and infinitely short-lived. If I knew this, I would know it. Why not get to know each other? -Li Bai's autumn wind poem

2 1, the theory of life and death and Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs, High Wind and Drumming"