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A poem about modern love.

1. Modern love poems are very short.

Modern poems about love are very short 1. Modern love poems

I kowtowed on the mountain road that year.

Not for the audience.

Just to keep your warmth.

I turned all the warp tubes in January that year.

Not to cross over.

Just to touch your fingertips

I turned to the mountains.

Not for the afterlife.

Just to meet you on the road.

To the oak tree.

If I love you.

Unlike climbing Campbell,

Show off with your tall branches:

If I love you-

Never imitate spoony birds,

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

It is not just like a fountain,

Send cool comfort all year round;

It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,

Increase your height,

Set off your dignity.

Even during the day.

Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok beside you,

Standing with you as the image of a tree.

Roots, close to the ground,

Leaves, touching in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind blows,

We all greet each other,

But no one

Understand what we said.

You have your copper branches and iron stems,

Like a knife, like a sword,

Like halberds,

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch,

We share cold waves, storms and lightning;

We enjoy the fog, the rainbow,

As if we were separated forever,

But they depend on each other all their lives,

This is great love,

Loyalty is here:

Not only love your strong body,

I also love your stand and the land under your feet.

what is love ?

what is love ?

This is a gorgeous dress.

In our thrilling feeling

Crazy about her

what is love ?

This is a century-old classic song.

How many people are there in days of our lives?

Sing for her

what is love ?

This is the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

In the long river of history

Let's think about it.

what is love ?

Are a pair of free birds in the sky.

In the vast world

pair off wing to wing

what is love ?

It was a midnight storm.

There is no place to hide.

Let's learn to be strong

what is love ?

It's the sunset at dusk.

After the final destruction

Make the world sad.

what is love ?

It is a milestone in our life journey.

on the road

Grow up with us

what is love ?

This is the billowing waves in the sea.

Even brave sailors

You will also lose your way forward.

what is love ?

Love is boiled water.

Tasteless and tasteless

But you must drink it every day

Love is strong coffee.

Bitter but full of fragrance

Love is hard liquor.

It will make you feel groggy.

Love is warm as spring.

But the spring water is also steep.

I accidentally caught a cold.

Love is after a big storm.

That gentle kiss

Love is fire.

Burn your passion and wisdom.

Makes you tired and stupid.

Love is a rubber man.

When you hit hard,

You'll get hurt, too.

Love is an endless book.

No matter how high your education is.

This is a book without words.

what is love ?

Is the convergence of desires.

This is a tight hoop.

Have less self-esteem in front of your lover

Under the banner of love

Don't sing free songs

The style of love is romantic.

The pace of life is dull.

what is love ?

It's a lover's sweet talk.

This is a simple truth between husband and wife.

what is love ?

Do you get what you give?

Is it a love transaction?

what is love ?

Who can answer that?

Actually, I don't need to know.

Because as long as you do it with your heart.

2. Modern love poems are shorter.

That year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not to see you, but to stick to your warmth. In that month, I turned all the prayer tubes not to cross but to touch your fingertips. At that time, I turned the mountain not to repair the afterlife, but to meet the oak tree with you on the road. If I love you, I will show off myself by your high branches: if I love you, I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.

Even during the day. Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd, I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch, and we share the cold wave, storm and thunderbolt; We * * * enjoy the mist and rainbow, as if we were separated forever, but we were dependent on each other for life. This is great love, and here is firmness: not only love your stalwart body, but also love your stand and the land under your feet.

what is love ? what is love ? What is a gorgeous dress? We are crazy about her in thrilling feelings. what is love ? What is a century-old classic song? How many people sang love for her in the glorious years? What are the allusions of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai? In the long river of history, let's think about what love is. What are the two free birds flying in the sky in the vast world? what is love ? What is the midnight storm? Where we haven't avoided, let's learn what strong love is. What makes the world feel dejected by the touch of sunset at dusk? what is love ? It is a milestone in our life journey, accompanying us to grow up on the road. what is love ? Even brave sailors will lose their way. what is love ? It's boiled water, but you must drink it every day. Love is strong coffee, bitter but full of fragrance. Love is hard liquor, which will make you feel groggy. Love is warm as spring, but it is also full of spring. You caught a cold by accident. Love is a gentle kiss after a big storm. Love is a fire that burns your passion and wisdom. Love is a rubber man, which makes you tired and stupid. Love is a book you can't finish reading, no matter how high your education is. This is a book without words. What is the convergence of desire? This is a tight hoop. A little less self-esteem in front of lovers. Don't sing free songs under the banner of love. The style of love is the rhythm of romantic life. What is sweet talk between lovers? What is the simple truth of lovers? What is love that pays and gains? Is it a love transaction? Who can answer what love is? Actually, I don't need to know, because I just need to do it with my heart.

3. Modern love poems

Modern Love Poems —— Soul Calls Soul

In the vast sea of people,

Fate is waiting for fate;

In the vast sea of people,

Heart, call heart.

Heart, calling the heart:

Which way to go,

What kind of tests passed,

To find the right person?

Find her, because of her happiness,

Stored in her heart;

Find her, because of her happiness,

Will be borne by your shoulders!

Find her, only find her,

Your happiness is certain. ...

In the vast sea of people,

Heart, call heart.

Modern love poems-the sweetness of love

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.

Modern love poems-love network

The sunset burned our hearts.

The reef is full of emotions.

This story is definitely spread on the island of Hawaii.

Coconut wind embraces May 8th.

Four years of pure gold love

We create an expectation with emotion.

Let the heart beat in the snuggling.

Love determines the artistic conception like a goddess.

Plant waves in coconut trees

We are a love nest made of shade.

The tide on the island breeds our dream of jointing.

Let's do a hot hula dance romantically.

Listen to the story of bronzing

Our love comes from fairy tales.

Eden of the soul

A love intertwined with many beautiful women.

The wind is gentle, who is calling me?

Out of the dream red chamber

Sitting on a piece of white clouds, just for seclusion.

An unforgettable chord

The strings are melodious, but you are thousands of miles away.

Blow the love in late autumn

A maple leaf forest dyed red is in full bloom.

Flowers full of tenderness

Hua is drunk, in the dream.

You quietly fall snowflakes.

Send it back to winter, pure smile

Wait for me with the eyebrow pencil at night?

Send you a bright moon in your hometown.

The sweet-scented osmanthus of the moon has withered, which makes people feel melancholy.

The footsteps of autumn

Is it snowing there? Tell me.

The joy of snowflake singing

Pick up a petal and touch the distant thoughts.

Miss the door you left and wait.

Wandering people, and snowflakes flying all over the sky

4. Seek modern love poems.

I will wait for Yu Guangzhong forever.

If I hear you pour out in the morning, the most beautiful

That verb, if it died that night,

What am I afraid of? When I love

If you can't love heartily, you must love sadly.

This summer, your beauty stung me for no reason.

As long as you reach out, a miracle will land.

In the open palm, there is your landing.

In the palm of my hand, the palm of the lotus.

For example, the evening in late summer, facing the pool full of fragrance.

Facing the quiet and spontaneous combustion soul

Who will promise me?

What if I call you by your nickname?

As long as there is in the pool, as long as there is in summer.

A petal of red, why did I meet you?

Lotus is the nickname of Pearl Krabs, and Lotus is Pearl Krabs.

Read Pearl Krabs, and meet people when you meet lotus.

As long as there is in my heart, as long as there is in my dream.

There is also a smell that summer is dying.

That is, stubble is everywhere, that is, the stars are not extinguished.

Still the soul of the lotus.

Forever, I will wait for you to separate your lips, say it and spit out that verb.

People who have loved are far from forgetting. Injury prevention

Trauma is always there. My scar

Scary red, branded lotus.

5.20 modern love poems

A "Broken Chapter" 1935 Bian, you stand on the bridge and watch the scenery. The scenery watcher is watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window. You decorated other people's dreams. 2 "The furthest distance in the world"-Tagore The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you, but you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not. When I stand in front of you, it's not that I stand in front of you, but that you don't know that I love you, but you know that you love each other. We can't be together. The furthest distance in the world is not being in love but not being together. But when you know you love each other, you can't be together. Missing is when you can't resist this yearning, but you have never put it in my heart, and you have to pretend that you have never been put in my heart. The furthest distance in the world is not a time of pain. Can't resist the years is not can't resist the yearning, but you have never been in my heart, but pretend to be completely out of my heart, with a cold heart. Dig an insurmountable river for those who love you, and dig an insurmountable ditch for those who love you. I accidentally ran aground on those things I originally created. I heard the sound of the strings tearing. I saw those eyes that used to laugh. When we were together last summer, I smelled the fragrance of sunshine in the air. But I can't find the old girl. Although I have told the world loudly, I don't care about you. All this time, I still can't deceive myself. I seem to have rearranged my memory again. Fragmented memories are joy. Still stupid? You weave your dream into a garden to attract bees and butterflies to fight, but it is actually quiet. You turn your heart into a string and play romance with your true feelings. You give your soul to the flowing clouds to stimulate. Please look for space. You give your dream to spring, and the rest is the expectation of the sunset in the evening ... The autumn wind blows around, and I am full of acacia trees. The leaves tremble and dance gracefully, leaving the branches and leaves behind, thinking about people far away. Do you know that I am gentle with you? I send acacia and fallen leaves to you in the distance, and I guard the wind and frost that stood for you all my life at the tuyere of the years. You can hear the call of geese flying south, which is the call of my missing. Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, autumn red, autumn leaves and autumn leaves in Qiu Lai are as beautiful as autumn leaves. People naturally grow up and hate water. I kowtowed on the mountain road that year just to stick to your warmth. In that month, I turned all the prayer tubes not to cross but to touch your fingertips. I never go to the deep mountains to repair the afterlife, just to meet you on the way to the oak tree. If I love you, I will never show off myself with your high branches: if I love you, I will never imitate spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.

Even during the day. Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd, I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch, and we share the cold wave, storm and thunderbolt; We * * * enjoy the mist and rainbow, as if we were separated forever, but we were dependent on each other for life. This is great love, and here is firmness: not only love your stalwart body, but also love your stand and the land under your feet.

what is love ? what is love ? What is a gorgeous dress? We are crazy about her in thrilling feelings. what is love ? What is a century-old classic song? How many people sang love for her in the glorious years? What are the allusions of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai? In the long river of history, let's think about what love is. What are the two free birds flying in the sky in the vast world? what is love ? What is the midnight storm? Where we haven't avoided, let's learn what strong love is. What makes the world feel dejected by the touch of sunset at dusk? what is love ? It is a milestone in our life journey, accompanying us to grow up on the road. what is love ? Even brave sailors will lose their way. what is love ? It's boiled water, but you must drink it every day. Love is strong coffee, bitter but full of fragrance. Love is hard liquor, which will make you feel groggy. Love is warm as spring, but it is also full of spring. You caught a cold by accident. Love is a gentle kiss after a big storm. Love is a fire that burns your passion and wisdom. Love is a rubber man, which makes you tired and stupid. Love is a book you can't finish reading, no matter how high your education is. This is a book without words. What is the convergence of desire? This is a tight hoop. A little less self-esteem in front of lovers. Don't sing free songs under the banner of love. The style of love is the rhythm of romantic life. What is sweet talk between lovers? What is the simple truth of lovers? What is love that pays and gains? Is it a love transaction? Who can answer what love is? Actually, I don't need to know, because I just need to do it with my heart. In my dream, I miss you and travel alone. Who did I wake up for? A Yaotai song in the sky is a life-and-death love on earth.

Two ports on the shore, two ports on the shore, two ports are gone, one port has become a field, and one port has left you a miss. Composed of Roman letters, God's beard and coat are complicated and boring. Before I got tired of it, I quietly spelled your name. To my surprise, takt time, whose lips are trembling and its symbols are beating harmoniously, tends to be still, even thicker than a Jason Chung. The sudden ringing symbol is noisy.

6. What are the poems about "feelings" in modern times?

(1) "Your Name"-Ji Xian

With the lightest sound in the world,

Whispering your name every night.

Write down your name.

Draw your name.

(2) A Flowering Tree by Xi Murong

How to let you meet me

In my most beautiful moment

for this reason

I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.

(1) "that day"-Cangyang gyatso

On that day,

I closed my eyes and was in the fragrant fog of the temple.

I suddenly heard the truth in your hymn;

In January of that year,

I shake all the curved pipes,

Not to cross over,

Just to touch your fingertips;

(2) Far away

I can't leave anymore.

Because it is brought by the wind.

Stars from all over the world

Through the glory of heaven

I can't hide anymore.

Can't avoid beautiful accidents.

7. Are there any modern poems about love?

If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before.

-Nalan Xingde butterfly lovers Author: Su Shi Age: Song genre: Word category: anonymous flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around.

Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are many fish in the sea.

Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.

The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.

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.

On the 20th day of the first month, Mao Yi, the son of Jiang Chengzi, remembered his dream of ten years, and his life and death were boundless. Never think, never forget.

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.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

Song of Eternal Sorrow An emperor in China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been on the throne for many years, looking for it, but failed to find it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.

However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.

He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.

The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her. Yu Yang Fu (pí) came at his instigation and surprised the colorful feathers.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.

People in the army stopped, and no one moved, turned around and died. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.

In the soil under the slope of Mawei (wéi), that memory, that anguish. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.

Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? ? Spring breeze blows on your face, peaches and plums bloom at night, and autumn leaves fall all over the ground after autumn rain.

The south area of the West Palace (a book called Garden) is covered with autumn grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that no one has swept. Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .

Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.

And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *? The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.

People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.

Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.

So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.

She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat came loose.

The wind blew the fairy's robe, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.

But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Since happiness has ended in the sunny heaven, Penglai Palace ordered people to pay for a fake boxing boat for husband and wife.

But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.

However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.

She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

When I met Yu in the Southern Tang Dynasty, I went to the West Building without saying a word. The bright moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart. "Meeting Lin Huanhua Xie Chunhong" Li Yulin spent Xie Chunhong in the South Tang Dynasty, which was too hasty.

Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.

People naturally hate each other for a long time, and water flows east. Qin Guan: "The Fairy of Que Bridge" skillfully uses thin clouds and flying stars to spread grievances, and the Yin and Han secretly cross Chen Cang.

On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.

If the relationship between two people is long-lasting, it is still a matter of time. Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc" has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.

Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back. Liu Yong is chilling and sad.

The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.

Customs are strange, who to talk to. Liu Yong, a butterfly lover, leans on a dangerous building, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.

(3) In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent. Planning madness is drunk, 4 is wine song, 5 is strong and tasteless.

⑥ The belt will gradually widen, and you will never regret it. ⑥ It will make people languish for Iraq. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that you don't know I love you when I stand in front of you, but that you can't say I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't say I love you, but that you can only bury it in your heart. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't say I miss you, but that you love each other but can't be together. The furthest distance is not being in love but pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees.

8. Modern poems describing love

1, Between You and Me

Between you and me,

Feelings are so fragile,

Calm and pure,

Like transparent air, essay

Like clear water,

Running between that day last month and the moon in the water.

Step 2 go to the oak tree

If I love you,

Unlike climbing Campbell,

Show off yourself with your tall branches;

If I love you,

Never imitate spoony birds,

Repeat simple songs for the shade;

It is not just like a fountain,

Send cool comfort all year round;

It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,

Increase your height,

Set off your dignity.

Even during the day.

Even spring rain.

I don't know,

These are not enough!

I must be a kapok beside you,

Standing with you as the image of a tree.

Root,

Hold on to the ground,

Leaves,

Touch each other in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind blows,

We all greet each other,

But no one understood us.

You have your copper branches and iron stems,

Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch,

We share cold waves, storms and lightning;

We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.

As if we were separated forever,

But they are lifelong dependent.

It's a great feeling,

Loyalty is there:

Love,

Not only love your strong body,

I like your position,

The land under your feet.

Step 3 feel

In the simple operation of one plus one

There is always a third number.

Come out and make trouble

When the firewood is burning.

The smell of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

It's getting weaker and weaker

Integration of body and body

The reason needed is the shortest.

Running-in between heart and heart

It takes the longest time.

The feeling in the dictionary

This explanation is too simple.

Feelings in life

But it's getting more and more troublesome.

4. Beautiful girls in the gallery

There are vegetables and still life paintings where you look at them.

So quiet.

The colors in that still life painting tremble because of their own intensity.

What can they do without light?

Strangers,

I love you standing quietly in the intensity of the light you carry.

5. "Emotion is a smile in March"

Chrysanthemums line up at the exit of the season.

Thousands of affectionate memories.

Look at the fallen leaves in autumn

Take away the homesickness in your dreams.

Close the door for the New Year and turn around luxuriantly.

He waved goodbye to the cold in the middle of winter.

Gentle spring breeze plays with high mountains and flowing water.

Snow in the distance, tears of wintersweet.

The Heart of Little People —— Classical Modern Lyric Poetry Modern Lyric Poetry

Bypass the lantern festival lights

Hiding quietly behind Valentine's Day

Peep at the swallow's tail and trim the date of February.

Peach blossoms wear rose red.

Unveil the gorgeous veil

I see. Feelings.

This is the smile of March.