Modern aesthetic love poems

Author/Wang Jingzhi

The piano fell in love with the red leaves,

Kiss the sweet mouth forever,

Kiss the red leaves shyly.

They promised each other,

Willing to be a lifelong partner.

Laozhi refused to let Hongye marry Qin Sheng freely.

Fortunately, Hongye didn't keep the lesson.

Finally broke free from the branches,

With the tune of the piano,

Embrace each other with the sound of piano,

Wandering in the autumn wind,

Go dancing in the sky.

2. "I believe you will come back."

Author/Zhong Ke

You once gave me a scarf in a snowstorm,

Snowflakes fall like fragrant plowshares;

You once gave me a small umbrella in a storm,

That rainstorm is like a tinkling song of a mountain spring.

In the bright spring, we suddenly let go,

Separated by a galaxy without a magpie bridge.

I have happiness and pain, pursuit and thinking,

But don't let cowardly complaints kill life.

The weather is sunny and the full moon is bumpy.

The faith in my heart is an eternal lamp.

Although your friendship and love come late,

I'm waiting for every late train.

3. There is no quicksand river

She came to say goodbye to him,

Lower your blushing face,

Feet wander around in the snow.

"Let's break up."

At the same time, she said:

Draw with your feet ...

"You'd better forget me!"

At the same time, she said:

Draw with your feet ...

If this is true,

Why did he see it,

Two words "no" were drawn on the snow.

4. Street

Walking is a person's business.

Worry poured into the streets at night.

The sit-in is a statue beside the street.

The wind in May comes from the dim branches.

Gentleness is the eyes of the leaves.

When the stars rise, the petals have fallen.

In fact, loneliness is beautiful.

Like the fragrance of the night

I just can't share it with others.

5. "morning glory"

There is a vine holding my hand.

Climb the fence in a zigzag way

Trembling trumpet

A very casual way to play.

Grazing my pink childhood

On the bare wasteland

What attachment do I have?

Look down at the morning glory.

The sound in this silence is still persistent.

As I told you on the paper.

6. Meeting Love

Waiting for a long time.

The first snow this winter has not yet arrived.

Imagine a mountain lake covered with snow.

Imagine the shade of warm flowers in spring.

Slowly come to your distance.

Everything starts and ends in memory and then disappears.

The rest of the mixed feelings are waiting for years to forget.

Don't condemn me for waiting in confusion.

Stop being sarcastic. I want to see you.

Holding Ma Touqin at the crossroads of a foreign land

Play and sing one song after another

On a gloomy night,

I am waiting for the season to come to my dream.

I have my bride in my dream

Have my joys and sorrows.

My poem

Grow up quietly

Give every grass and tree the mood at that time.

That is the most prosperous scenery in my life.

7. monologues of the mind

The river flows through the body.

Wash bone

As white as a girl's skin.

The roar in the body

Cover up the noise of the world

I can't lift any dust.

Footprints in the snow are ancient ruts.

There is a pool of aged wine.

On the edge of the snow

Didn't find the way to the distance.

Footprints don't chase shadows.

Sigh of history

Standing between heaven and earth

There is only a little black left.

An eagle, hovering overhead.

It was a cold kiss.

Its shadow and my shadow

Bump together

Give a crunchy sound.

At the moment, need

A warm hug.

Put yourself down (m.taiks.com)

Live up to everyone

A preoccupied night