Write me a love poem, to a modern 20

Love you. Meeting you is like meeting spring.

Meeting you is like meeting another self.

There is no distance, there is no strangeness.

I felt like I was in the spring breeze in March.

Listening to the swan song of the world.

Loving you is destined to last a lifetime.

Destined to go through thick and thin.

Destined to never be separated again.

I walk gently beside you.

Shelter you from sudden storms.

Love you comes from the stream of the heart.

I wander in your smile.

Listen to your beautiful singing voice.

Savor your smile.

Don't talk about leaving. Not to mention separation.

Until old age. Original pro post, thank you.

Piano Death. Outside the window, there was only a black bird parked on a telephone pole.

On the window, there is still frost that has not been wiped off.

Inside the window, only a shadow plucked the strings.

Six strings, you can't play the melodious sound of the piano.

A wooden speaker that doesn't reverberate with the boldness of a drum kit.

A pair of clumsy hands can't pull out the crispness of an acoustic guitar.

Silent. Helpless.

No words, no tears. There is no mutual care, speechlessness, and a thousand lines of tears.

There is no Ming Emperor who is the same as the winged bird.

There is no cowherd who stays with each other for many years.

It can only be with your back to the window.

Let the autumn wind blow outside the window.

Ignore the thick veil of frost on the window.

Alone, plucking the strings, die.

Untitled. Mang, give me a golden bird! I want to fly!

That thousandth of the source of love and sincere love accompany you to old age!

Mang, give me a golden bird! I want to fly!

There is no distinction between the other and this, the fire is the moment of the beginning, burning with the wind.

The water is the second of the original intention, as you go, and it is almost dusk.

Mang, give me a golden bird! Who is the giant?

How can I ask for a shape!

Awn! Give me a golden bird! The Silver Bird has been flying south for three hundred years, but what year is it? Give me a golden luan! I flew to the fall in your dreams, but bravely and resolutely! My mang, my hot tears bloom to every petal of you.

Write modern Psalm 1 of love and wisdom: Sunset, windRed tears in the sunset, reflecting a parting.

The male protagonist is me, the female protagonist is you, the tragedy of the twilight of youth, that is, a person who doesn't care about leaving, and a person who is sad in the sunset.

The parting of this autumn dusk is accompanied by the wind blowing and blowing away.

I should have seen the beauty of fairy tales.

It's not my end.

When the wind blows the three thousand green silks, I finally pass away with the wind.

In the red sunset, am I amorous, or are you ruthless?

Otherwise, I am alone and my heart is broken, and the wind erases the traces.

Now, the sky is full of red clouds, will it rain once?

Let me stand in this twilight twilight.

Leave behind what the wind can't take away, drench in the cold rain, and die the undead heart.

Modern Psalm 2 for Writing Love: My Purse RedMy purse red.

My affection is strong.

My brother.

You have melted into my heart.

My purse red.

My heart beats.

My brother replied.

When will I throw myself into your arms.

My affection is strong.

My heart beats.

My sister.

You are always in my care.

My heart beats.

My affection is strong.

My sister.

I often carry your picture to my dreams.

Sunshine is beautiful.

Hand in hand.

Hand in hand into the cave room.

Modern Psalm 3 for Writing Love: My happiness is like a desert island

I don't tell anyone.

My happiness is like a desert island.

Longitudinal molded coastline.

Undulating my thin coolness.

My story has already gone far in the tide.

Under the seven-colored clouds, there were wordless joys and sorrows.

In order to wait for a departed sail.

I rekindle in my thousand-year-old memory.

Such a night.

Listen to the waves singing on the reef.

My world is shrinking.

Yesterday was like a dream.

If you get lost in your dreams, you won't be afraid.

I am destined to wait for the other side.

With a turbulent and silent exit.

Say goodbye to you one by one.

I love the time when I'm getting older.

Fall in love with the ferry that is placed in the red dust.

I know you've already gone far away.

I just want to be quiet.

Quietly.

I think of you. And once upon a time.

The modern poetry of love is as follows:1."A Flowering Tree" hall silver sale - Xi Murong.

How about you meet me? In my most beautiful moments. For this, I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years, begging it to let us have a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha then turned his grandson into a tree and grew it beside the road you must pass. Under the sun, I cautiously bloomed full of flowers, and the flowers were the hope of my previous life! When you approach, please listen, the trembling leaves, is the enthusiasm I am waiting for!

And when you finally walk by in defiance, and fall to the ground behind you. Friends! It's not a petal, it's my withered heart.

2."No One Knows How Much I Love You" - Fu Zhiyong. No one knows how much I love you to tease, yes, no one knows, except for the time and the air, and myself.

My love is quiet, you don't know, no one knows, but I still love, really love. I have measured the distance of this love with my heart, one step, two steps, three steps.

Forgive me, my dear, for being too late, my love seems to have fallen into a deep night, a year, ten years, maybe longer, all this, dear, you don't know, I am still silent in the play of one person. I am not lonely, nor aggrieved, I use love to ignite the four seasons of my life, silently enjoy the beauty of loving someone, of course, I also want to infect the flowing water, falling red, and the small dust in the air, I want them to know that in this red dust, I love you.