Express your love for a person's modern poetry.

1. Poetry about liking a person Modern poetry

Poetry about liking a person/modern poetry 1 A poem about having a crush on someone.

1. If there is a kind of beauty, I will never forget it. If I don't see it for a day, I will think crazily.

Feng Qiu Qin Huang Song II. The belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi 3. When you are old: When you are old, white-headed, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the softness of your eyes 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 down by the red light stove, gentle and sad vulgar works, please delete the disappearance of love, walk slowly on the mountain overhead, and hide your face among a group of stars.

The English version of Ye Zhi is better. The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from it, in the middle of the water Hey, is that the Millennium? .

The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and embarrassing; Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

Jia Cai, the so-called Iraqis are in the water before the Millennium. . Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and right; Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

My diary became your words.

2. Poems that secretly love someone.

1. If there is a kind of beauty, I will never forget it. If I don't see it for a day, I will think crazily. Feng Qiu Qin Huang ge

2. I don't regret the widening of my belt, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi

3. "When you are old": When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down 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 down by the red light stove, gentle and sad vulgar works, please delete the disappearance of love, walk slowly on the mountain overhead, and hide your face among a group of stars. (English version of Ye Zhi is better)

4. The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from it, in the middle of the water Hey, is that the Millennium? . The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and embarrassing; Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. Jia Cai, the so-called Iraqis are in the water before the Millennium. . Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and right; Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. Jiaxu

5. My diary became your words.

I like someone, but I can't say it. Use an ancient poem or a famous modern poem.

1, wait for a plum soul, whisper to Iraq at dusk and moonlight.

Jin Yong written by Liu in Ming Dynasty has a cold wave and a relentless afterglow. This is Xiao Xiao Nanpu. Blow more, frost alone, recall, old flying floc.

It's getting late, the smoke is falling in the sun, and when I see the traveler, I'm so thin that I dance. There is always a desolation and haggard, and there are many beautiful sentences in Yantai.

Spring brings autumn rain. It hurts to miss the past.

Fascinating, and draw a dike, cold water clouds still exist. Recalling the past, a little east wind and a few heavy curtains, my eyebrows are sad.

Waiting for a beautiful soul, whispering with Iraq in the dusk moonlight. Interpretation: there are chilly water waves and some worries; Only the sunshine in the west casts a bleak shadow and gradually disappears; The waterfront in the south is my farewell place. When you left, a gust of wind brought desolation to Num.

The wind is blowing again, blowing the willows on the river bank. First frost willow branches, the last yellow leaves fall, and the shadow is so lonely.

Do you still remember the time when catkins were flying like snow? I looked at your distant sail shadow for a long time, until night arrival, the waves floated up, it was boundless smoke, confused the last sunset. Only the lonely willow greeted passers-by in a hurry, twisting its thin waist as if dancing gently.

In spring, we fell in love, but in this cold autumn, countless lovesickness tears were born. Recalling the intimacy when holding hands, that kind of sadness is like countless strings tied to my heart.

The dancing boat is still walking slowly around the river bank, but my heart is so cold, the water is flowing and the clouds are still floating like that. I just don't know where you are, my heart. Remembering those days of falling in love is like an east wind, but how weak the wind is, it can't blow into the overlapping curtains, just let this lovesickness be deeply engraved in my brow.

I can only wait for the spirit of plum blossom. In the dead of night, when the moon stars are scarce, I told her my anguish and asked her to convey my deep thoughts to you. 2, afraid of breaking the red, and lovesickness, why did you see it?

Zhou Bangyan's "Six Ugly Fallen Flowers" is full of melancholy and yin deficiency. May spring stay and return like wings.

Without a trace. In order to ask where the flowers are, the night wind and rain, Chu Palace buried.

The place where the hair clasp falls is fragrant. Messed up peaches and turned over willows.

Who are you sad for? But the bee-mediated butterfly succeeded, and sometimes it knocked on the window.

The East Garden was silent. It's getting darker and bluer.

Quietly around the bottom of the treasure cluster, into a sigh. A long road annoys travelers.

It's like holding clothes and so on. It's endless. Disabled people are small and strong.

Finally, it is not like a flower. The hairpin's head waved and leaned towards the person. Where you drift, don't take advantage of the tide

Afraid of breaking the red, and the word acacia, how can you tell? Interpretation: It's time to change clothes. I just hate it when guests live in different places and time goes by in vain.

Pray for stop for a minute in spring, and spring will come back like a bird flying away without a trace. Where are the roses now? At night, a sudden storm buried the beauty of southern Chu.

Petals fell to the ground, like a beautiful woman's hairpin, emitting residual fragrance, cluttered with peach blossom paths, gently dancing in the streets of Liu Yang. Who will feel sorry for many lovers falling in love? Only bees and butterflies, like matchmakers, always knock on the window to convey their affection.

The East Garden is silent, and gradually the vegetation is lush and dense, and the shade is deep and blue. Wandering around the precious Bai Yutang, sighing constantly.

Roses stretch out long branches and deliberately hook the clothes of pedestrians, as if holding skirts, expecting the words of leaning against leaves, revealing infinite parting. Pick up a small residual flower and barely hold it on the headscarf.

After all, it is not like a flower on a beautiful woman's head, trembling and swaying, with her back to people. Flowers, don't go with the flow.

I'm afraid the broken flowers still have the words acacia written on them. How can you see it? 3, what is not acacia, bamboo on the river. Dengfeier Temple, made by Wu Jun in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, is based on confusing clouds and the daughter of the emperor.

Fold the Han Wu Shan, pick the hole belly. Therefore, it is good to be light and thin, and life will gain thousands of miles.

What is not lovesickness? Bamboo grows by the river. Explanation: The strange change of clouds in the morning is dazzling, probably because E Huang and Nv Ying live here.

They either pick unopened lotus flowers under Wushan Mountain or pick shepherd's purse in Dongting Lake. I miss you very much. I hope the boat will be lighter and faster, and I will take the Wan Li Road and ride the wind and waves.

Acacia here is very strong, especially torreya grandis, which grows luxuriantly by the river. 4, linglong dice Ann red beans, bone acacia know.

From Tang Dynasty, two poems by Nan Gezi/a new poem by Yang Liuzhi. Second, light a deep candle at the bottom of the well, and Lang Changxing won't go. Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia?

Interpretation: lighting candles in the middle of the night deeply enjoins you. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. My heart is with you. Remember not to forget the date of return. Small and exquisite dice are inlaid with red beans that symbolize acacia. Do you know that it is my longing for you that goes deep into the bone marrow? 5, acacia missed, looking forward to the breeze.

From the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai waded into the river to play autumn water, loving this red and fresh. The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round.

This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away. Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind.

Interpretation: I like the bright color of this lotus flower better when I row into the river that makes eyes. Playing with the lotus leaf is a drop of water, but it always doesn't round.

A beautiful woman is hidden in a colorful cloud. If you want to send her flowers, they are far away in the sky. Miss for a long time, bleak autumn wind disappointed.

4. What are the poems that care about a person most?

Evil spirits (Han Yuefu folk songs)

Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, and the river is exhausted.

Thunder in winter, rain and snow in summer, harmony between heaven and earth, but dare to break with you!

There is a kind of beauty that I will never forget. I want to go crazy if I can't see you for a day. Phoenix flies, and the four seas seek to burn. Helpless beauty, not in the east wall. On behalf of the spare time, I want to speak my mind. When can I see Xu Xi to comfort me? Willing to match virtue with words and work together! I can't fly, which makes me fall.

Xiangsi Wang Wei

When those red berries come in spring,

Wash your southern branches.

Give me a hug and go home,

As a symbol of our love.

Chen (in The Book of Songs)

Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. My beautiful lady,

Ask for it. If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again. Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right.

A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple. Pull shepherd's purse from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her.

Jia Jian (The Book of Songs Qin Feng)

The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from it, in the middle of the water

After a long time, the Millennium is not clear. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.

Tracing back and forth from it, the road is blocked and broken. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.

Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right.

Li Shangyin, Seven Methods Untitled

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. When the golden wind meets the dew, it will win, but there are countless people in the world.

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. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

Lotus root is fragrant, and 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.

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 just hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you don't miss it.

Once upon a time, the sea was difficult for water. Amber forever won't look back in the next class. He is a monk and a gentleman.

Green heart Ji move, leisurely, even if I don't go, Zi Ning will not inherit this voice? Qing Pei, I miss Long. Even if I don't go, I won't come, will I? Come on, always open your eyes, on this high tower. A day without seeing, such as March.

5. I like a person's poem.

Love a person, call her name lightly, look at her sleeping face in a dream, put my tired soul on her, and give me feelings like a well. The surging spring of love has touched the sea and amber forever. Lazy looking back at flowers, half a reason to cultivate a monk.

Lights are a city dream, and jade and rain fall first. I chase others, and I love them regardless of the cost. I'm glad you stayed with me in the rain. I quietly appreciate this beauty. It is said that loneliness is a person's carnival. If I can, I still want to meet him in my next life. At the end of the world, you are naive and talented. I am trying to meditate here. The party was not originally for separation. Love originally let me fall into the shadow of infatuation and smile, precipitate everything and like a person. Green eyebrows, willow leaves flying, cold heart and thin heart in winter.

Goodbye, miss. Two eyes see through, a few years away from the cable.

Pass the ball Pass the ball Pass the ball People return to their hometown, spring returns to the earth, and the past life continues as before, with peach blossoms in full bloom and geese pecking their heads. Hold your hand, bald sleeves.

What if? What if? What if? Keep a cool heart and have a cool beauty. I like to touch the clothes he wears quietly and savor the smell of him. I don't know how long his love will last I only know that I like to look into your eyes. As long as my road is long, it will make me feel full. In front of you, a lively young me, who takes off her disguise at night and likes someone, will look at her, her breath and her better than herself.