A steadfast poem expressing love for a person.

A poem about undying love 1. A beautiful sentence that describes perseverance.

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I will love you.

To the end of time!

At the end of my rope.

Summer rain and snow in Zhen Zhen, Dong Lei

Heaven and earth

I will be separated from you.

The Book of Songs Peak and Drum Music

Drums are dull and soldiers actively use them. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone.

From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried.

Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.

Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.

Hold your hand and your son.

Hold your hand and sleep with your son.

Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

Holding your hand, what can my husband ask for?

Ask what love is in the world and teach people to live and die together.

I hope your heart is the same as mine and won't miss me!

I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever. Han; Zhuo Wenjun's Whitehead Ballad

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever! Tang; Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. Song; Liu Yong's "Fengqitong"

Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.

Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth

Before the day is old, I can't get rid of my feelings. My heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot inside. Zhang Sheng's Chitose

I hope it helps!

2. Poems expressing unwavering love

Hello! The following songs are for your reference, thank you! I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.

I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.

I live at the source of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I don't see you, but I drink a spring water.

When will this river stop, and when will this hatred stop? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and I will never betray your lovesickness. Thank you for your originality. I want to know you and live a long life.

There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you! Oh, my God! I am willing to fall in love with you and make our love last forever. Unless the mountains become flat, unless the river dries up without a drop of water, unless it thunders in winter and snows in summer, and heaven and earth overlap-only in this way can I dare to say a word "absolutely" to you.

A prune, Li Qingzhao, red lotus root, fragrant jade lingering in autumn, lightly untied Luo Shang, and went to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation. Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.

Pruning plum: Li Qingzhao, the lotus root is broken, and the jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.

Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. The lotus flower has faded, the fragrance has disappeared, the bamboo mat is as cold as jade, and there is a strong autumn feeling. Gently take off the tulle skirt and spread the blue boat alone.

Looking up at the distant sky, white clouds curl, who will send the brocade book? It is time for the geese to line up in the word "people" and return to the south in rows. The moonlight is bright and saturated with the lonely pavilion in the west. Flowers, free fall, water, free drifting, a kind of lovesickness, you and me, affect two leisure worries.

Ah, it can't be ruled out that this lovesickness, this sadness, has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart. Su Shi, the son of Jiangchengzi, was born and died for ten years. He never thought about it, but he never forgot it.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. In the past ten years, we have been in different ways, even if we don't miss each other deliberately, it's hard to forget each other.

Your grave stands alone thousands of miles away. Who can tell you about that bleak day? Even if we could meet now, you might not recognize me. I am covered in dust and my temples are like frost.

Last night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a cold dream, and you were still sitting at the small window dressing. You and I (even if there are a thousand words), we are only silent at the same time, only a thousand tears.

I come to the place that breaks my heart every year, which is the hill where your grave is reflected by the bright moon and accompanied by pine trees. The Book of Songs gave birth to me before I was born, and I was old when I was born.

You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early. You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.

Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.

I am far away from you, and you are far away from me. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.

Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass. To tell the truth, I haven't found it for a long time, so I have to attach my own understanding.

I was not born when you were born. You were old when I was born. You hate that I was born too late, but I hate that you were born too early. I was not born when you were born. You were old when I was born. I just hate being born at the same time and being with you every day.

You were not born when I was born, and I was old when you were born. I am as far away from you as the sky, and you are far away from me. I was not born when you were born. You were old when I was born. You are willing to turn into a butterfly, look for my flowers, and live in the grass every night.

Jinse Li Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Translation of Li Shangyin's Jinse, I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

The poem explains why Jinse has fifty strings. Every string and column reminds me of my youth. Zhuang Zhou once dreamed that he had become a butterfly, and his homesickness was entrusted to the crying cuckoo.

The tears of Haiyue turned into pearls, and the beautiful jade in Lantian seemed to produce hazy smoke in warm days. These feelings can still be recalled today, but at that time they made people feel melancholy and confused.

Zhang knew that my concubine was married and gave me a pair of pearls. I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt.

My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd. Although I know you are sincere to Lang Lang, I have vowed to share my life and death with my husband.

Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married. Literally, this is a sad and beautiful poem, which often quotes the famous sentence "I want to return your tears to your pearls, and I hate not meeting you before I get married" to express my deep affection for others, because time and things can't match, so I can only reluctantly refuse.

At that time, Zhang Ji, the intention of this poem, refused to hire. When Li Shidao saw it, he had to give up and no longer reluctantly.

There are two kinds of feelings in the world that can be called romance. One is to feel sorry for each other, and the other is to forget each other in the Jianghu. What we have to do is to strive for friendship with the people we love most and forget the people we love for the second time.

Maybe it's not that we are not touched, it's not impossible, it's just that there is no fate and we fall in love at the wrong time. Looking back, when we think of the love that flashed through our lives like meteors, we often blame each other's mistakes on fate.

In fact, in the final analysis, fate is such an illusory and abstract concept. What really affects us is often the moment when we meet and fall in love. The communication between men and women is full of uncertainty and hesitation, and a small variable can completely change the direction of choice.

If I had shown up earlier, maybe you wouldn't have tied your fingers with another person; Or meet later.

3. What are the ancient poems of China that show the constancy of love?

1, linglong dice Anhoudou, do you know how much you miss Bai?

Source: "New Yang Liuzhi Ci"

Author: Wen

The red dot on this delicate dice is like the most lovesick red bean, which goes deep into the bone marrow and expresses my deep love for you, you know?

2. Can Du Cheng still remember this situation? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.

Source: Jinse

Author: Li Shangyin

Those beautiful things and years can only stay in the memory of wisdom. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.

3. Ten years of life and death, never thinking, never forgetting —— Song Sushi's Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang.

It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you, and we can't help thinking about it. But it's hard to face each other after all.

4. I just hope your heart is the same as mine, and don't miss home. -Song Lizhiyi, "Operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River"

I only hope that your heart is the same as mine and will not live up to my infatuation.

5. Now that I know the taste of sadness, I want to say it. -Song Xin Qiqi's "Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall"

Now I have tasted sadness, but I want to say it but I can't say it.

4. What are the ancient poems of China that show the constancy of love?

1, I would like to be a lovebird in heaven, and I would like to grow together on earth, with two branches in one tree. ;

2. The monarch is a rock, the concubine is a reed, the reed is as tough as silk, and the rock does not turn;

3. Endure the earth and endure the sky; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever!

4. Willing to unite as one and never give up;

5, why do you die, you are willing to be a fairy;

6, the belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it, because I am embarrassed;

7. When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia;

8. I hope your heart is the same as mine and you won't miss it!

Of course, these are all poems, and one of them is the most pertinent and intimate: hold your hand and grow old with your son.