Poems about love

1. "When you are old": When you are old, white-headed, sleepy, and dozing by the fire, please take down this poem and read it slowly, recalling the softness of your eyes in the past and their heavy shadows in the past; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. Hanging his head, beside the red-light stove, he whispered sadly about the disappearance of love. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars.

2. Linjiang Fairy: After the dream, the balcony is locked high, and the curtain is lowered after waking up. When hate came last spring. The fallen petal is independent, and the micro-swift flies together. I remember the first sight of Xiao Feng, the word Luo Yi with two centers of gravity, and the string of pipa said acacia. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.

3. "Chanting to the Moon": You have caged the still mist all over Jennie Wang again, and my soul has revived? Melt back completely; I have been looking forward to my countryside, like a bosom friend's eyes. My heart often vibrates with the echoes of sorrow and joy. Wandering around between pain and joy when there is no one. Come on, lovely river! I will never be happy again: vows, hugs and songs all flow like this. I once possessed this rare treasure! It fills you with worries and never forgets your feelings! Sing, the river along the valley is restless, sing, please sing softly for my song! Let your waves rise in anger on a cold winter night, or urge the buds to compete in the sunny spring. Happiness, who can hide away from the world without hatred and enjoy it with a bosom friend. What people can't guess or think of? Wandering through the maze in the chest at night.

4. "Far away Altair": Far away Altair, Jiaojiao River Han female. Fine hands, make a loom. All day long, there is no chapter, and tears are like rain. The river is clear and shallow, and there are many differences. Between the water and the water, the pulse is speechless.

5. To the Oak Tree: If I love you, I will never show off myself with your high branches like a climbing camphora. If I love you-I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat simple songs for the shade; It is not only like a spring, but also brings cool comfort all the year round; It's not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even daylight. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. Roots, clinging to the ground, leaves, touching in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands our words. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch, and we share the cold wave, storm and thunder; We * * * enjoy the mist, flowing haze and rainbow. It seems that we are separated forever, but we are dependent for life. This is the great love, and this is the loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on and the land under your feet.

6. Jinse: I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth. The sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo. Mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun. And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.

7. A Flowering Tree: How can you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been begging the Buddha for 5 years, asking him to let us have a dusty relationship. The Buddha then turned me into a tree, growing on the roadside you must pass, and the sun was carefully full of flowers, all of which were my hopes in previous lives. When you come near, please listen carefully. The trembling leaves are my enthusiasm for waiting, but when you finally walk by in disregard, you fall behind you ... My friend, it's not petals, it's my withered heart!

8. "Love": A few times, I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and the Yinhan red wall looked into the distance. Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night. The lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is broken and the banana is peeled off. In March and May of 1935, the poor glass of wine never disappeared.

9. The Beautiful Girl in the Gallery: There is a still life painting of vegetables and you watching it, so quiet. The colors in that still life painting tremble with their own intensity. What can they do without light? Stranger, I like you to stand so quietly in the intensity of the light you carry.

1. "More Leaky": Jade stove incense, red candle tears, partial to the painting hall Qiu Si. The eyebrows are thin and thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold. Sycamore tree, it's raining in the middle of the night, and it's bitter not to leave love. A leaf, a sound, empty steps drop to the light.

11. Between You and Me: Between you and me, love is so weak, calm and pure, like transparent air and clear running water, rushing between the last month of that day and the moon in the water.

12. Meeting Huan: Going to the West Building alone without words, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, which is to leave sorrow. It's not just a general taste.

13. "Worry": It is said that it is the clear sorrow of lonely autumn, and it is said that it is the acacia of the distant sea. If someone asks me about my worries, I dare not say your name. I dare not say your name, if someone asks me about my worries: I say it's acacia in the distant sea, and it's clear sorrow in lonely autumn.

14. "Yulinling": Cold cicadas are sad, and the pavilion is late, and the shower begins to rest. There is no mood to drink in the door account, and you will miss the place and Lanzhou to urge you to send it. Holding hands looked at each other, tears in eyes, until finally there was no words, a thousand words choking on the throat can not say. Thinking about it, thousands of miles of smoke, the twilight is heavy and chutiankuo. Affectionate since ancient times, it hurts to leave, and it is even more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I sober tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. This is a long time, the people who fall in love are not together, I expect even to meet the good weather, good scenery, as in name only. There are thousands of customs, and who can you talk to?

15. Monologue: Under the denuded colonnade, between dreams and nothingness, the voice of your name penetrates into my sleepless hours. Your long, pale red hair is lightning in summer, undulating on the back of the night with sweet and violent power. The dark flowing water in the dream rushes among the ruins, and you are formed from nothingness: the braid of pain has been forgotten. On the wet shore in the night, Chen Zhe slapped a sleepwalking ocean and saw nothing.