A self-created poem about love

1. The poem about self-created love is 1. I didn't have a childhood, but my childhood faded, fragrant and I miss Wan Li. From then on, the person I fell in love with was like you for two years and ten years. Teenagers in Jianghu ride the world of mortals, but the wind and sand in the north and south hinder the sunset. Are the boys in the mountain city drunk? I was involved in the disappearance of my old dream in Beijing. I asked who would send me a mountain of stationery. 4. Jianghu students are used to chasing vicissitudes of life, and you are also good at playing the piano, playing with the lightness of life in your palm, and meeting half-life love is so heavy. It turns out that love has to work hard to realize how great it is. At that time, I had drifted to the end of the cloud and recalled my angry words and regretted it. 6. The night market of Duanyang Festival, colorful and endless lantern cruise ships, climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at it from afar, losing your scenery and being prosperous and bleak. 7. liking is not a whim. You blame me for saying that love will do its best, and you have lost all my vows to trust. 8. You want to go to the grave, and you can borrow a lonely soul for nine days. Who will take a photo studio with * * * ChanJuan? It's like all the green vines on the wall are around 10. You cook by yourself. You said that saury tastes particularly fresh and has endless love stories. Who loves mocha western food and gives in to the other half, and the pain in his heart makes him exhale 12. I rearranged the bath towel repeatedly. Seven years have passed, and it is sad to hear that midsummer is inseparable, because love always makes people long. Sickle is no exception, the seeds will bloom again in a spring and continue this wonderful feast full of gluttony. After watching the wax torch turn to dust, you should go away 14, instead of fighting with the sky. Only after you draw your sword, will you know that your pride is hard to hide, and you will dream that you were buried in the Tang Dynasty, and the night was dark and windy, and the young people were old in mind.

2. The poem about self-created love is 1. Without childhood, childhood withered and fragrant everywhere.

If you don't see a bamboo horse, you will grow old and miss Wan Li.

From then on, everyone I fell in love with looked like you.

2. Ten years and one sword, Jianghu Xiao Sheng became a knight for the first time.

Riding on the world of mortals, wind and sand are everywhere.

Bring the horse back, and when the sun goes down, you won't be drunk.

3. Are the boys in the mountain city as sad as me?

I haven't been there. I'm involved in old dreams in Beijing.

The bluebird is extinct. Who will send me a mountain of stationery?

4, Jianghu Xiao Sheng, accustomed to the vicissitudes of neon.

You are also good at playing the piano and fiddling with prosperity in the palm of your hand.

Life is light, but half-life love is so heavy.

It turns out that love has to work hard to realize how great it is.

At that time, I had drifted to the end of the world.

Recalling the angry words at the beginning, I regret it.

6. The city that never sleeps in Duanyang Festival is full of neon.

Lantern parade, gongs and drums painting, happy.

Climb high and look far, and lose your scenery, which is bleak and unremarkable.

7, like is not a whim, you blame me for perfunctory.

You say love does its best, and you do it.

Lost in trust, you belittle all my vows.

8. If you want to go to the grave, you can borrow a lonely soul for nine days.

Love dust, who is * * * ChanJuan's studio?

The sound of smoke and mud can last for years.

9, small mood, old face, excessive spring.

If you are fine, who will run away with a charming smile?

The past is complicated, as clever as ivy on the wall.

10, cook, you said saury tastes particularly fresh.

Love stories are boundless, who loves Mocha western food best?

Accommodate the other half, and your heart will grind into a cocoon, and it will hurt so much that you can't breathe.

12, I cleaned the bath towel repeatedly, and seven years passed quickly.

It's cold and sad, and I'm sad to hear that summer is gone.

Affection is hard, because love always makes people kneel.

13, oranges, grapes, rice harvest, sickle is no exception.

The seeds will bloom again in a spring and continue the beautiful present.

Full of a person's gluttonous feast, watching the wax torch turn to ash, and roared off.

14, you shouldn't fight against heaven, but you won't know until you draw your sword.

Arrogance can't hide others, but I dream back to Marco Tang and laugh.

The night is dark and windy, and the youth is worried about the old.

3. Self-created modern poems about love who held my hand and made me crazy for half my life;

Who, kiss my eyes, cover my half-life displacement;

Who touches my face and soothes my half-life sorrow?

Who, with my heart, melted my half-life frost;

Who, holding my shoulder, drives me to be silent all my life.

Who, call my heart, cover up my life.

Who abandoned me and left me alone?

Who can understand me and let me have no regrets in this life?

Who can help my arm, unparalleled through the ages;

Who can pour my heart, an inch of land is empty;

Who can bury me and laugh at the emptiness of heaven and earth? My heart is crazy.

Yi, cover my lips and dispel my past life;

Yi, hold my arms, except for my frivolous past life.

Hold your hand and accompany you crazy;

Kiss your eyes deeply and stay with you forever.

Holding your hand, * * * you have weathered all your life;

Kiss your eyes and give you a lifetime of affection.

I, holding your hand, take away all your life;

I, caressing my neck, will protect you from the storms of your life.

Here, hold the child's hair and hold the child for a lifetime;

Here, hold your hand and go to a world of love;

Once, in the name of the holy father, you were saved from sorrow all your life;

Zeng, with my love, I wish you peace in your life!

I wrote a poem about love myself, because I don't know how far love is forever.

So I never say forever.

Because I don't know what love is.

So I never say love.

Because I don't know if the promise is true.

So I never promise.

Because I know I will gain and lose.

So I laugh at the gains and losses.

Because many people don't know

So I just want to make myself happy.

But I can't learn to let myself know that I shouldn't cry.

Because my eyes are used to tears.

Thought he was free and easy.

Think you are powerful.

But only you can see your tears.

How far is forever?

How many people will I miss in my life?

Who would I stop my messy dance steps for?

What is behind the proud soul?

Does it leave only lonely sadness?

I said I would give you a smile.

I said I would look down on everything.

Whether I don't know what I should value after all the gloom.

The soul I don't understand is always crying.

Don't let your eyes get used to tears,

Because I want to leave the last tear,

Give it to the person I love most in my life

Please don't say "no" to me, little goddess of love poems. Tonight we will go to the quiet depths of the park, but please let me be your young Romeo.

It rained on Sunday, which made me fall into memory. Rain seems to make memories swell like annoying flowers, emitting a bitter and fragrant taste. I remember one night: we were all children, hugging in the garden above the harbor. The rustling azaleas, the fragrance of citrus and the black dress she wore absorbed all the starlight and moonlight; Not a ray of light reflected back, she absorbed all my light in the same way.

We used to flirt and caress on the beach in summer. Your aunt Evy Yenia found it rare to see us stealing kisses in the promenade. Ah, you are not seventeen years old. To me, you are as beautiful as a flower umbrella. Ah, if we can go back to the bright season and watch our first love fly like a happy summer kite, we can't think of the autumn night at that time, at the seaside in summer time.

Love is flogging, kissing scratches the tongue and hollows out the heart; Caress splits the ulcer tissue. Come on, Liebqin, be my slave to Governor Horton tonight. The flick of a rough whip is endless joy. Love can be regardless of color, my little slave; Because white skin and black skin are just different feelings. So at my feet, kneel down and cry for me: even if the tears have dried up, the sadness will not disappear.

If there is an afterlife in your own ancient love poems, it will be a beautiful city.

2. At that time, you were a butterfly, I was a fallen flower, and my heart was broken. At that time, you were a star, I was a crescent moon, I was a singer and I was a pipa. At that time, I sang in troubled times and felt deeply about the world. 3. Jin Ge, water bloom, in a flash, that ray of youth is passed down from generation to generation. 4. Don't ask for dignity, don't care about glitz, 3,000 fahua, care for a lifetime.

5. Right there, you are a comic book that I miss all my life. Where are all the things I held and couldn't hold? Is that you? Is that you? I'm waiting for your reincarnation answer. 6. At that time, you were firewood, and I was a flame, burning my marriage and vanishing. At that time, you were the fingertip, I was the string, the string fell, and the flower was still wandering. At that time, you were a lonely goose and I was the blue sky. There is only one period after the wing marks have passed. 7. You walked so far, so far, I couldn't tell your face at that time, and I tried my best to back off.

8. The fables engraved in the fleeting time are endless. I think it is a quiet red lotus in your life, which blooms for you in this life. I think it's a kite you flew in the sky, holding the touching picture scroll far away from the line. Miss, nostalgia, love, I knelt before the Buddha and prayed for thousands of years. Ten thousand years later, you finally didn't show up. The edge of the dream, withered red lotus, red lotus. If there is an afterlife, can you cross me? 9. At that time, you were a rock, and I was the coast. The world was spinning, and the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled. At that time, you were running water and I was a petal. At that time, you were a fish, I was a wave, the flowers were late, and my voice echoed, and those were all broken.

1 1. It's faded, faded quietly, faded, but so pale. I promised to be so short in the length of time, but so short. Open the door, who is so lonely and shouting, who finally shouts. 12. For a girl outside Huang Meiyu, it's just the right time to play a song played by an old friend.

"Old friend sighs" sighs, and the world of mortals takes pains to raise others. The song "Song of an Old Friend" is a passage from a small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

An old friend's book is a piece of paper. Ode to the Old Friend is a picturesque tribute to the King of the Golden Horse.

"Old friend sings" a song about a mountain where the water is high and a lover beats a horse on a stranger. Read "Old Friends" once. The breeze and bright moon are flawless.

The "old friend complained" that there are more beautiful women in heaven and earth than gauze. 13. Sitting on Sanshengshi for thousands of years, just waiting for a good marriage; Looking back at the river bank, just to be a love in the afterlife; I met a beautiful woman near Luoyang city just to write a beautiful poem; I had an infatuation on Changbai Mountain, just for the ten-year agreement; On the other side of Manzhu, the grievances were broken, just to wait for life to pass by like water; Hua Xu fiddled with the strings to keep Chang 'an for life.

14. Turning the mountain into a hydration stupa is just a promise under the bodhi tree; Sansheng Sansheng Stone, only for the agreement on the immortal stage; Who will send the Buddha beads to the Buddhist temple when the mountains are exhausted? Life is different, the world does not follow, Zhu Xian bronze mirror forgot who is forever; Naihe Bridge, the forgotten river, who will lead the endless marriage; Flowers on the other side, exquisite beans, one inch of acacia lonely who pity; If life is like seeing it for the first time, it is better not to see it if you only meet it. 15. There are flowers on the other side of the Santu River, just like a lifetime ago.

In front of the west window mirror, in the lower house of the moon, there are lingering words of resentment. Rain alley in the south of the Yangtze River, flowers meet Chang 'an, and tell me that Luoyang is ancient and beautiful.

A white horse whipped a whip, and a double shadow flew in, telling me that I was heading for the mountain of youth deeper than my wings. When the snow is cold, I meditate on Mei, complaining that making tea and wine is a dream for a hundred years.

The world of mortals is short, the world is big, and it ends in a lifetime and is fleeting. The clouds are easy to disperse, and the eyebrow spectrum has been deleted. Tell me where you will go.

A marriage, blue sky and yellow sky, v. I love and hate, it is difficult to be complete. 16. [Buddha Bone] I sacrificed 3,000 to build the seventh floor of your pagoda just to see the white clothes on your Deng Qinggu scroll.

"Zen", "Zen", "Zen", "Zen", "Zen", "Zen", "Zen", "Zen" and "The Way of Monks" I have traveled all over the country, and Wan Li has sought your life and death to convert, just for the sake of * * * your old age in the storm of the rest of your life.

[Magic Road] I am destined to wait for you at all costs, just to promise you the flowering period of bamboo and horses in the afterlife. [Chivalrous feelings] The evil path I took in the Jianghu should be infatuation with you, just to accompany you in the world of mortals.

7. Kneel for love poems and write them yourself, but poetic, elegant and ancient, abstract and original can be 1. A mountain can't be separated by two lovesickness, and a horizon can't be separated by two words of silence. I miss you with my life, drinking that bowl of dream soup alone, burying myself between mountains and bones, listening to the trickle of water, the breeze dancing with the fallen flowers. Listening to the wind, I can't finish reading the thoughts of my life, and running water can't finish reading the love of my world.

Operation 20 14-5-26, the third floor of the building owner of the monster outside the sky. 2. At the flick of a finger, the song flies and the thoughts are wasted; Striking the strings, like a slender wind, who do you miss? The feelings around the fingers and the attachment of life have interpreted the homesickness year after year in the sound of pipa and piano; Love is deep, loneliness is hard to hide, and whispers in my ears are like sighs when flowers fall; Love is endless, and everyone will feel pity when they are lonely all their lives, spreading silently in the hazy air; The flood of running water, with all the breeze, dyed the writing paper white. 20 14-5-26, 4th floor, demon man in outer space, dancing the bright moon in the breeze, dreaming of falling flowers.

When I wake up, it seems like a lifetime ago, and my brow is full of acacia. Lonely in the world, drunk and dreamy, insatiable.

Worried thoughts have no boundaries. A person in front of the window, letting the wind blow, watching the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you stroking the jade emperor again and playing the strings drunk? Looking at the Millennium, prosperity has passed, but my infatuation has not changed.

It's a pity that after wandering for several times, it's still sweet talk among the flowers in my dream. 20 14-5-26, 5th floor, the demon male landlord outside the sky, runs a world of mortals, with a thousand-year fate and a few strands of acacia separated from each other. How many old dreams have you escaped? On the water side, I would like to take a boat with lotus fragrance, cross Qin Mingyue and tang style Song Yun, and find you on the vast Xizi Lake! I just want to ring for you every night when I miss you, gently; I just want to smile for you and erase the dust in your life! Operation at 20 14-5-26, 6th floor of Tianwai Yaonan Building; If possible, I can accompany you for a thousand years, I just want to look at you and smile; If you like, I am willing to accompany you forever, I just want to accompany you forever.

Your face is like a lotus in my heart. The sunset sprinkles ink and whispers softly, and several fireworks fly all over the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in a long pavilion, with sandy jade fingers, wrapped in the warmth of the breeze, drawing the horizon and starting from the Mekong River?

20 14-5-26, 7th floor, the demon man in outer space treats his feelings as wounds. How many people suffer, how many memories are destroyed, how many feelings are sad, how many cold days have passed, and how many thoughts are gone. Even if the moth puts out the fire, it still has no hesitation, only looking at the feeling, hurting people and hurting themselves, but it can't be cut off all its life, shedding a tear of unforgettable love and having a drink. If you are my lotus, let me keep a long-term affection for you in my life. 20 14-5-26, 8th floor, the demon male landlord outside the sky, runs a melody, full of vicissitudes of life, full of fragrance, which makes the thoughts in the world disappear without a trace. It dances between your fingers, plays a romantic and sad song, and carries a breeze through the dust of the Millennium.

20 14-5-26, 9th floor, demon man in outer space, if life is just like the first time, 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.

Love doesn't have to die, the fragrance is just right, and ruthlessness doesn't necessarily mean rejection. I just want you to remember: Love at first sight smiles at each other. Operation 1, building 10, building 14-5-26. Even the seven oceans will dry up

Even Wan Li will fall apart. In this world, all kinds of places where you will go come and go like the tide.

2. Fate has come and gone, but it's just a dream, and it wakes up without a trace. If you want to turn intoxication into sadness, singing can't hurt your heart! The dream of five thousand years is endless. Can you see the poems left behind when you dream back to Datang? Wan Li has no feelings, a chord that Long song can hear? This is a quiet year, and how many beauties the hero has lost.

There is no new chapter in the past, so it is difficult to stay in the old garden. 6. The world has changed, but the heart is not beyond the sea. Main building operation 12 floor 20 14-5-30 I still remember the first meeting outside the city, and the green skirt danced with the wind; Smile and sing like jade, a little intoxicating charm.

Under the lamp, the light is beautiful, half shy and half fatalistic; The faint fragrance is overflowing, and you can't help feeling pity in the arms of jade people. The owner of the main building,13rd floor, 20 14-5-30, runs the world, and my heart is with me! Origin and fate are separated, everything follows fate, and heaven and earth are self-centered.

The moon shadows walk in pairs, laughing at the Wulin hand in hand, looking back, and reflecting the heart. A road, a love, a lifetime, together.

Two hearts, two feelings, walking slowly hand in hand under the moon. Don't look back, and remember that the moon whispered.

Treasure it! Yu Yingying Xia Hongyun Exhibition, why not teach people to miss it; Three points cold and three points smile, a little temptation is very charming. The heart goes with people and the body is sent with duckweed; The letter is still in my ears, but I can't give up easily.

Negative pro-kindness in the class, inch paper words; Go to the end of the world and never leave! Heartbroken and speechless, I shed tears and screamed in the sky, and my dream went up in smoke. Excuse me, when will Dongfeng leave? Don't forget to send an old dream.

The moon shadows walk in pairs, and the breeze smiles; Don't forget the moon tonight, the bright moon is the first time the matchmaker met on 20 14+04+04-5-30, and the witty scene is beautiful. Poor that month, speechless and lingering! I remember that month, the sea of clouds disappeared, and I only remembered dusk. The operation of 20 14-5-30, the main building of Tianwai Yaoren, is as light as running water, as fragrant as lotus, as white as snow and as proud as heaven.

Flowers like a dream, a little youth, is fate, condensation fog, how much care. The magic man from outer space asked heaven and earth, who is in charge of the ups and downs of the world, watching the mountains and rivers, and I monopolize the beautiful scenery.

The legendary swordsman, countless swords and shadows, lamenting the world and clinging to life! Sky-blue clothes, like Yulang, are busy all the way, entering Chang 'an, passing Luoyang and Jinan.