Ask Nie Luda for three love poems.

1 a woman's body, white legs, your gesture of commitment to me is like the earth. I, a rude farmer, am digging for you, trying to make my son fall from the depths of the earth to the ground happily. I was once an empty hole. The birds have left me, and the night has definitely invaded my body. In order to survive, I forged myself into a weapon, like an arrow in a bow and a stone in a slingshot. Now it's time for revenge, but I love you. Love your skin, moss, thirsty and firm breasts. Oh, button chest! Oh, lost eyes! Oh, a rose belly! Oh, your long breath! My woman's body, I want to pursue your beauty persistently. My longing, my infinite anxiety, my wandering road! It is the black ditch that eternal longing passes through, the exhausted land, and the ditch of infinite sadness. The setting sun wraps you in a faint light. You are meditating, pale, with your back to the sunset glow, and the spiral of aging is spinning around you. My girlfriend, silent and lonely in the face of this moment of death, is full of fire in her heart and purely inherits the broken days. A beam of light falls from the sun on your black clothes. Huge roots suddenly grow out of your heart at night, and what is hidden in your heart returns to the outside. So a light blue nation gets nutrition from you as soon as it is born. Ah, you great, rich and charming slave girl, standing tall and straight from the alternating cycle of black and gold, finishing the creation of life and falling in love with flowers, but you are full of sadness. Ah, the endless pine forest, the sound of waves accompanied by the sound of breaking, the lights playing slowly, accompanied by the church alone, the sunset glow fell in, your eyes, lovely little beauty, Catharanthus roseus on the ground, and the earth in your heart singing! The river sings in your heart: As you wish, pablo neruda.

At your request, my soul is rippling in the water. Please show me the way with your bow of hope, and I will shoot a bunch of fast arrows with enthusiasm. By my side, I saw your slender waist, and you silently urged me to be hunted. It was you who left your jasper-like arm in my kiss and gave birth to my thirst for water. Ah, your mysterious voice, stained with love, and the bell in the twilight, make people intoxicated! So, in the middle of the night, I saw the ears of wheat in the field bent by the breeze.