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Modern love poems

1. Young people promised to be enemies, and their vows were written down. A heart-and-soul love misty rain building will join hands with you. Since ancient times, nothing is more cruel than love poison, madness.

2. Thin and heartless, but envious of others in pairs. It's hard to stop writing. My heart is hard to calm down, and my tears are under the ice of Haitang.

At the beginning of Lantern Festival, the horse is flying, the whip is holding the sword, and the sunset is lingering. Whoever wears splendid clothes is heartbroken.

4. The morning bell and the evening drum beat about the bush, and the world of mortals is cumbersome and ultimately difficult. Who will guide the country to break the disturbance for you?

5. When you smile, there is a piece of zhanghua, and the yellow flowers in the courtyard fade deeply. Whoever splashes ink will be merciful.

6. Su Qin Opera, the pipa has been played for a long time. When will the clothes and feathers be returned? Who wants to talk to you under the moon with a sword?

7. Late appearance, old feelings, childhood people went to the scene. Who will go back to the door with a lamp and remember the beginning?

8. That year, the young man was white and flawless and wanted to write your most beautiful poem.

9. That night, the bluestone steps were covered with frost, and the lanterns were turned off, leaving him alone holding the moon in the air.

10. Leaning against the window, I was surprised to find that Yushu was green again yesterday morning. Unfortunately, Shan Weng is still facing the wall, but no one appreciates the flowers.

1 1. Mulberry stems are green and sprout, and peach blossoms can be seen on the mountain road. Farewell is only in front of the wind, and you will offer tea tomorrow.

12. Summer In mid-April, the river hangs down and laughs at travelers. I don't know who will. I hope Xining will send me.

13. The old shoes are still covered with mud, and Lithospermum grows old at the grave. A few wisps of evocation incense are about to disappear, and you can see the hemp fiber at the foot of the mountain from a distance.

14. The fingers are bustling and dotted. Lush years, writing a chapter in life. When I was a child, I wrote a poem wrong. I would like to be a sauce vinegar tea in my later years. My eyes are full of love for you. I don't hide worldly things. I don't grieve for leaving. I lost my glory and never recovered.

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16. after rhyme, endless love is unbreakable. Looking back for a moment, we can see the profundity of thousands of years. Passing through the clouds, I can't forget it, I can't clear my feelings. I am in tears, waiting for my heart.

17. Late autumn evening, I went back to my hometown alone. The grass is growing in the yard. In the old house, it was devastated. The floating dust wants to fill in the paper, and the phoenix bell secretly calls in the corner.

18. In the distance, Xiao Sheng keeps coming. Who cares about people? At that time, white skirts were better than snow, and Lan Ruo was in full bloom.

19. You have a small handle in your hand, and your fingertips are gently buckled, and your forehead is still warm. Just today, only the bright moon can be in my arms. The blue waves of the Qinghe River are rippling, and people are seen repeatedly. The ancient bridge is still there, and the bright moon is still there. By the way, where is Jade Man now?

20. When I was young, I was childhood friends, enjoying flowers and shaking peach blossoms on strangers. At that time, cardamom was in full bloom, and * * * picked the river to see Iraqi people get married. Later, I talked about marriage. When you met her, you just said I was young. Now choose Sang Ma, a person watching the sunset, also don't want to enjoy the peach blossom. If he is born with rich hair, when will you go home again? I'm afraid he's still a moon in the mirror and a flower in the water.

Modern Aesthetics Classic Love Poems _ Love Poems

Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one. When we finally meet the right person, we should be grateful.

I am afraid that I will be the root of loneliness forever. What a wonderful number this is. Why is my root number hidden under that ugly root number? How I wish I were a nine, because nine only needs a little operation to get rid of this cruel fate.

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all their heart.

Fourth, please think of me when I am no longer here, in the distance, in the quiet countryside. When you can't hold my wrist or my hand, I want to wander.

Five, often drink if the water is three thousand scoops, a river of spring rain and a river of autumn, where to find friendship, in the dream, Shahua invites Manzhu (if the water is three thousand).

Six, how stupid I was. Can I change us if I have another chance ~ ~

No man is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.

Eight, the rain hits the duckweed, and the wind is surging. When water enters the river, it is east. If fate comes, you must meet it. What's the urgent need (meeting by chance)

Nine, I began to miss you when I was lying in my dream bed. I woke up at the window, with the initial tenderness and indifference. Clouds are floating in the wind, in the distance or in the strange air. I freeze myself under the blue sky and smile at the color. I love it until I die. I look at the stars at night and wait with you in the cold wind every night until every morning and sunrise. I smiled and hugged. ...

The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside him knowing you can't have him.

Eleven, four seasons turn frosty and autumn, leaves fly all over the mountain, there is no green in the distance, only clouds float all over the mountain (maple leaves are all over the mountain).

Twelve, winter brings a chill, a few trees of red plum are lightly packed, Leng Yue is wrapped in plain noodles outside the window, and the wind passes by the window to smell Dimfragrance (plum).

Thirteen, the smoke clouds dispersed, the wind in front of the window was weak at sunset, the rain was greener over the mountains and the forest was greener. Gently twist the wet Luo to see (sunny)

Fourteen, the wind sprinkled pear flowers into the window, and several lilies were planted in the snow. Who says that spring breeze urges flowers early, and there are good flowers in the snow (lilies in the snow)

Fifteen, the breeze blows away the red flowers in front of the window, and the bright moon shines quietly. I always like reading old books and drinking a cup of green tea.

I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.

Don't worry, the best things come when you least expect them to.

Eighteen, drunk lying in the east bed, dreaming of Luowei bedstead, smelling the beauty of Conan mountain forest, leaning against the fence to find a secluded path (Conan's dream)

Never frown even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile. My heart is with you, but your tears are beating in my heart. You are crying, but why do tears appear in my eyes? ...

You woke me up in my sleep, and I felt very cold and lonely at night. You lean against the window and listen to your breathing. You have neglected my mind, which is still as clear as usual. Is the rain in the dark and the melody in life enlightening me? Maybe you just face the dark forest, take your voice away from me and be covered by the sound of insects.

If I hadn't met your most beautiful smile when I was poor, I wouldn't have thought of this topic and didn't have the courage to make a long bet with love.

22. Can we meet in a dream? My dear girl, I close my eyes and think again. Tonight, your beautiful face, I pray again. Who will lend me a pair of dream wings? My dear girl, are you thinking and dreaming again and again like me? Dear girl, where are you still dreaming? ...

To the world, you are one person; But for someone, you are the world.

Twenty-four, the wind and rain outside the window are light at night, and a solitary lamp is accompanied by a clear shadow. Although I heard the new ink fragrance on the edge of the case, the old volume was especially cherished (if cherished)

Twenty-five, the forest is deep, the weeds are blooming, and I often miss my relatives and friends in the world. I can't say enough about this, and I wish you infinite blessings (boundless).

Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their time on you.

Twenty-seven, the four seasons of life are picturesque, green willows enjoy red flowers in spring, and warm flowers in one season are studied. I prefer spring rain to bring pear flowers (pear flowers bring rain).

Twenty-eight, in the cold month, the wind is particularly fragrant, and a tree is thin and proud. The world mistakenly thinks that the spring breeze is good. It turns out that plum blossom is proud of cold (plum blossom comes from bitter cold)

I gave you my heart at the beginning, please take good care of it. I want you to go all your life, although it is no longer important to you.

If the skull can be opened, please put in a sweet word. If your heart can be opened, please put a bunch of weeping roses.

Complete works of modern love poems

1. I am forgetful of love. I have suffered for love, whether forgotten or tortured.

The prosperity of the past can never make up for the pain of this life.

It rained, so the rain in the sun floated down quietly and silently. Like footsteps on the road, gently and slowly away. Come quietly and walk gently. There are no long traces left, and the dark clouds in the sky are still blue sky and white clouds.

Maybe, there will never be a bright day like the morning glow in the future. Perhaps, there will never be a day when success is as bright as lights. Maybe you can only climb like this, but you can't reach the top. Maybe, you can only rush like this, but you can't lift the waves. Perhaps, what I can give you is just a vicissitudes heart and a weather-beaten face.

Perhaps, there will never be a bright day like the morning glow, perhaps, there will never be a bright day like success, perhaps, you can only climb like this but can't reach the top, perhaps, you can only run like this but can't lift the waves, perhaps, all I can give you is a vicissitudes of life heart and a weather-beaten face.

6. An autumn rain, a chill, calm in the cold, no distractions, got up and turned around, wandering in the wet street, wandering on a strange road, seeing your warm face, sober thoughts, dull and slightly drunk eyes, vaguely entangled in the imaginary dreamland in the dark, which enchanting things were extinguished in the wind, which were brilliant and confused, which were forgotten, and which were sober and pale. When can I wake up from the barren thoughts and the blooming season in the bright spring?

7. Rain, in the silent night; Quiet, no sound; The glass windows are also covered with water droplets; With a little bubble-like feelings; Slip quietly, slip; Suspended, hazy through the window; Not very clear, not unified; Inadvertently stirred the mood; Either quiet or warm.

8. There are times when I quietly avoid it for love. What I can't avoid is my silent feelings that I can't hide. I often say that I don't understand emotional things in my sleep in the moonlight. I don't want to love, but I'm afraid that love is also a kind of injury.

9. If the fallen leaves can send away all my thoughts, I am willing to open my heart and wait for you to come to my arms. If wind energy brings me your news, I would like to turn into a tree and leave you a hotbed to sleep. In the dim night, I will tell you a little story about a beautiful world. I will sing a beautiful song for you on a cold rainy night, walk in the street lights and neon lights in the rain, and show our left figure on the wet ground.

10. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't resist this yearning, but that you deliberately pretend not to put you in your heart at all, and with your indifferent heart, dig an insurmountable ditch for the person who loves you.

1 1. Who has ever seen you wandering with a touch of sadness and makeup, tired but still stubborn? Who has ever seen you get lost in a cold place and break your wings, but still want to fly? Who passed away? Who is still with you? Who is always hurt in her heart? Who has no intention of planting flowers? Who has no intention of remembering who has intentionally forgotten who is always hurt in his heart? She's gone.

12. I am a white lotus out of water, and I came to this beautiful world with shyness. I am an elegant white lotus, savoring this gorgeous life with my dreams. I am not worried or afraid of wind and frost, nor have I eroded the autumn rain. I am slim. This is my best moment. I will smile with fragrance and cherish everything I have now. Don't be afraid of the ruthlessness of time.

13. I don't want my mind to be shrouded in that fog and let you stare for a long time. My feelings are still vague. I don't want to tie my mind with a fence. I smiled brilliantly and cried brilliantly, but I cried crystal clear. Do you know how painful I am if I can't really expose myself?

14. I don't know if I still love you. If I did, why is there such a separation? I don't know if I don't love you anymore. If I don't love you, why won't my memory recall your smile with the passage of time? My heart is ups and downs, and everything is in the past tense. Only the night of dancing is as beautiful as before.

15. I remind you that you said you wouldn't forget what you told me. I also cherish all this. For us, memory is a floating day that will never turn yellow. When we are together, the expectation time is always short. If you miss me, just look at the twinkling stars in the sky and I will come to you-light.

16. I flew briskly over the mountains, walked leisurely through the Woods, occasionally rested on the wires and listened to the harmonious sounds of nature. I often play with Baiyun and sing with the stream. I searched for Snow White's hometown romantically and listened to the legend of Wang Di Huajuan sadly. I offered an olive branch to Noah, and I dedicated myself to Picasso. There is great love in my chest, and my songs are everywhere.

17. I have bravely accepted happy love. Although I often think less, it is so happy, while painful love often gains more despite pain.

18. I am a cloud in the sky, which occasionally projects into your heart-you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy-and disappears in an instant. You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; You might as well remember, but you'd better forget the light released at this meeting!