Joke Collection Website - Mood Talk - Poetry about eternal true love

Poetry about eternal true love

1. Words describing eternal love 1, two people from generation to generation, fighting for two ecstasy. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring?

2, to endure, to endure; Both will end one day, and the second hate is endless.

3, the Covenant of life and death, Zile.

4. The mountains have no edges, the rivers are endless, the east Lei Zhen, the summer rain and snow, the harmony between heaven and earth, dare to decide with you.

5. Love, the end of the world is close at hand; If there is ruthlessness, it is close at hand.

6. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, sooner or later.

7, hate to rest, Yue's leaning on the building.

8. Remember that your heart is like the West River, which flows eastward day and night.

9, a generation of two people for a lifetime, fighting for two ecstasy. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring?

10, one is Xianpa in Yuen Long, and the other is flawless jade.

2. The classic sentence 1 stands for eternal true love. Don't be too superstitious about love at first sight. That kind of instant eye contact actually won't last long. Falling in love with someone slowly is the hardest thing to give up. Love is also divided into two categories. One is suspended in time and expands like fire and passion. One is deposited in the years, and the accumulation is still water and deep. Some feelings are always slow and late, it doesn't matter, as long as they are true.

If a person really loves you, no matter how much he can bear it, he will not be willing to part with you. That kind of love affair is actually getting farther and farther away from you, but it's a lie. That kind of full of true love, in fact, refused to eat at all, is nothing more than passing by. True love is the result. If there is no result, you can only call yourself loved. No matter who you love, there is only one result. The person who will accompany you to the end is true love.

Maybe you won't come back, maybe we won't meet again, maybe you found her, I found him, maybe our new life doesn't exist anymore. I will still miss you, not you, but I love you. Thank you for giving me the warmest love, although in the end, we didn't meet again. I want to be happy, for you, for me and for us. I know that even without my first love, you still wish me all the best. Yidian market network

4. Be a woman with a lover and find a lover, your last man. You love, love you sincerely, respect your choice, see through your bluff, understand your loneliness, protect your self-esteem, and feel sorry for your fragility, kindness, integrity and upbringing; I don't want to be handsome and rich, I just want to have a smart mind and be self-motivated; You are his only woman, the last woman, so that you can be loved in every way, give you love and grow old together.

I realize now that if I don't love them, I can still miss them. Some people appear unexpectedly and surprise you. They think he is the god in your life and can save your soul from hunger and thirst. It's actually wrong. Some people are destined to be just passers-by in life.

6. Love, like two people pulling a monkey's rubber band, always hurts the one who gives up. You woke me up suddenly. Our acquaintance can be counted in years. You found your love, and I'm still wandering around. Love is broken, and I can't tie it. I don't want to understand how to let go, go or not.

7. Love is more than just an expression. Only if you are willing to write your wife's name on the real estate license and give her the salary card will you really love her. Some people may say that this is too superficial, but if you can't do such superficial things well, how can you say the words "I love you"?

8. I have been waiting for someone who believes in true love in the world like me; I have been waiting for someone who knows how to tolerate and understand me, who may not be perfect but knows how to cherish me; I've been waiting for someone, someone we all like.

9. If you love someone, you will suddenly wonder what our children will be like in the future. To like someone is to hope everyone is happy. Love a person and hope he is happier. If you like someone, all you want is today. If you love someone, what you expect is to be with him forever.

10. Love should be a kind of freedom, which makes you and I happier than when we are alone or with anyone else. So love is a feeling of both sides, so when you love someone, you should first express that you can make the other person happier.

3. a poem about eternal love: the general secretary returns home in the snow.

Baisha

I want to give him the first blooming winter jasmine after spring.

The first note of this spring

Only for the excellent brocade man.

If the little bee in flowered clothes flies in a hurry

I'll ask him to wait patiently.

I want to make rice wine with pure white rice from Dongxiang.

Give him two hands.

My little sisters are already waiting on the welcome road.

I want to tell him that the snow disaster warning in the south has been lifted.

The supply of electricity, coal and materials has been guaranteed.

All the stranded passengers have gone home.

I want to sway the heavy ears of wheat in the autumn wind.

Take it off and send it to him.

I know he is worried about this year's harvest.

And the problem of food and clothing for migrant workers.

I want him to hear the sound of soil thawing.

Listen to the whispers of swallows and the melodious sound of shepherd's flute.

I want to give him a military medal.

After the residual snow melted, the field was silent.

The birds in the forest sing softly and clearly.

I said:

"Shh, don't make so much noise. Let our general secretary have a good sleep. "

I just want to keep two precious photos for myself.

One is that he went to Guangxi to celebrate the New Year with cadres and people of all ethnic groups.

Another picture shows him wearing a tunic suit when reviewing troops stationed in Hong Kong.

That is the most dignified and steady dress in the world.

Reminds me of ceremony, music and harmony between heaven and earth.

Think about the peace and tranquility that a state of etiquette should have.

I have too many ideas.

He is so hard and busy.

How can I bear to bother again?

"Yazhai lies listening to little Zhu Xiao, which is suspected to be the suffering of the people."

Who is he? Is that so?

General secretary in Gansu and residents stick grilles and Bao jiaozi;

General secretary who took off his coat and carried relief supplies with officers and men;

General secretary who fought with farmers in southwest Guizhou;

That time I went down a deep well of more than 400 meters.

General secretary who had a cordial conversation with the miners;

Deaf Xiao Danyang said:

"I love you like my grandparents."

Our general secretary?

It's him, it's him.

Saying this name is warmth.

How many times?

The train home in the snowstorm moved me.

Tears for the cement pole that stands again.

Say thank you for quiet study.

For everyone to put his good cadres and our good prime minister.

Privately called "warm+full" and laughed out tears.

This is the poet's sensitivity. Pain, untouchable.

Gratitude is beyond words.

From which dynasty to which generation

The ancients said that for us nameless climbers,

"Money: blackheads. Mountainous; Poor, "he added," no, it's expensive! "

This is the golden state of Man Cang, where you can plant seeds.

Every inch of land is full of aura.

There is no shortage of talents in every county.

I nag like those buzzing snowflakes.

Because I have a lot to say, because

I want to express my complicated feelings.

In those days, I surfed the Internet at home, and he visited the victims in the snow.

My uncle called yesterday to say that they were doing well.

Don't send so many things to your hometown as in previous years.

His uncle also ate rice and new year's goods sent by village cadres.

The reason why cadres are too busy to drink a mouthful of water is because

"Love the people and worry about the people's livelihood" is the party's teaching.

I am wandering in Wan Ren now.

I feel like that Dapeng.

The spring breeze turned the south of the Yangtze River green overnight.

Our Chang 'e is soaring in space.

After the snowstorm, the general secretary must be busier.

After the chill, the countryside will quietly spit green.

That's the seedling return of spring rain.

Snow dance

Dusk hasn't come yet.

I took it from a bag of unsweetened soybean milk.

Suck out the original flavor of dusk

The insects cleared their throats and waited for the roller.

From one piece to another

The lonely dance of snowflakes

I stumbled under my gaze.

The last white

Hide the footprints of the world and it will return to the sunset.

In the clean water bottle I brought.

Finally, this snow prayer song was achieved.

The throat of the mountain range is locked.

Then I decided to be a singer.

Endure the dusk

Fly slowly

Can a poem expressing true love compare you to a sunny summer day?

You are cuter and gentler than summer;

The May wind destroyed beautiful flowers,

Summer keeps rushing away.

The eyes of heaven are sometimes too hot,

The golden face is often covered with gloomy clouds;

All beautiful images will inevitably fade,

Accidental destruction or natural aging.

And you, like midsummer, flourish and never fade,

Beauty and elegance are always charming;

Death cannot force you to die,

You will live forever in immortal poems.

As long as people can breathe and not be blind,

This poem and you will be handed down forever.

Version 2:

I want to compare you to a charming summer day,

But you are cuter and gentler:

The strong wind destroyed the softness of May buds,

The return of summer is fading day by day;

The bright eyes in the sky occasionally shine,

But it is difficult to reflect his dim face;

All the bright colors have faded,

The process is so pale;

But you are like an eternal summer,

All good things will never change;

Even death dare not be arrogant to you,

Because you will live forever in immortal poems:

As long as the world is alive,

You will always be with this poem.