Are there any poems about love? Urgent! ）

Modern Poetry: "Really Loved".

Gently pass by.

Feel it quietly.

In the middle of nowhere.

Rubbing shoulders with each other.

The fate has come to an end.

The love water flows away.

Suddenly, I found that my heart was on the run.

Maybe we've all seen it through.

There is a lot of merciless water flowing away.

Only then did I realize that it was difficult to recover the water that was lost today.

Maybe we really feel it.

Many heartless hearts in the world are deceiving.

The heart is really burning in pain.

Please stop crying.

Everything from yesterday is flowing away.

No result. But there are still memories waiting.

Please stop crying.

Yesterday's story is over.

Maybe hesitating. Confusion.

At that sunrise. Warm moments.

Hand in hand again. Let me understand too.

We really loved.

Classical poetry: 1. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

2. The love of heaven is inexorable. The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it.

3. If you don't see each other, how ruthless is affection.

4. Flowers float and water flow freely, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows.

"Holy Mother's Love".

Mother's love, don't pick the appearance of children.

Mother's love is not divided into spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Mother's love, sublime and great.

Mother's love, infinite loyalty.

We grew up bathed in the sunshine of love.

We nourish the growth of true feelings in the world.

How many times have I fallen asleep with a feeling of happiness.

How many times have I imagined the future with tears of emotion.

The last Thursday of November is Thanksgiving, and although it is gone, a grateful heart, a feeling of gratitude will live forever in my heart.

People who are always grateful are the happiest.

A life of gratitude is the sweetest.

Learn to be grateful – to be grateful to my parents because they gave me a precious lifeLearn to be grateful – to be grateful to my teachers, because they have given me endless knowledgeLearn to be grateful – to be grateful to my friends, because they have given me the strength to overcome difficultiesLearn to be grateful – to be grateful for everything around me, because they have given me a harmonious and healthy space to grow up, don't forget to say – "thank you".

On our growth path, there are too many people to be grateful for, and who do you want to thank the most, write the words of gratitude on the gratitude card.

There is one word that is the most cordial, and there is a call that sounds the most beautiful.

There is one person to be most thankful for.

There is one person to be thankful for.

It's just "Mom".

Mom's wrinkles are deep, and she gave me beautiful youth.

Mom's hands were thick, and she gave me the warm sunshine.

Mom's waist was bent, and she gave me a straight back.

Mom's eyes were dazzled, and she gave me her bright eyes.

Facing the deep feelings of the mother.

Listen to your mother's earnest wishes.

We should learn to be grateful, we should learn to be grateful.

But many times, we get used to receiving this kind of love and taking it for granted.

I gradually forgot to be moved, and I forgot to say thank you.

Mother's love is like a strong cup of tea, which needs to be savored. Please enjoy the sketch "A Bag of Dumplings".

A bag of dumplings is insignificant, but the mother's love is touching.

Let us live a happy life, let us grow up without worries, is the wish of all parents, host A: If mother's love is a boat, carrying us from youth to maturity;

Then father's love is a sea, giving us a happy harbor.

If the true feelings of the mother ignite the hope in our hearts;

Then the father's love will be the sail that puffs up our voyage.

What to thank you, my parents!

The love of parents is endless.

We take all the kindness to heart.

Some of Bingxin's works celebrate the love of parents.

The socks you sew, the patches I have always kept; I have always tasted the taste of the food you cooked; I have always kept the principles you taught; The tears you shed are bitter and bitter I always remember. Your life, hard work, and toil, is all for me. This emotion is very great, mother's love is like a mountain, I hope that in the next life, I will be your mother, you will be my child, I will use the same, or even more love, to put it on you, without regrets.

Amorous three river beaches.

Love poem Sun Dajun.

The neatly built streets of the town of Li.

To the north is a natural wilderness.

The roots of this wilderness are rich in clear water.

It is the most biologically purified bio-wine.

This land is semi-colorful, not ornamental.

Twins of two major ornaments.

The husband is a large, soft willow.

The wife is a straightforward and straightforward reed.

It is a matter of high law and appointment.

This matter was precisely born into a narrow path thunder pool.

The seriousness that does not let you deviate.

It's tiring to get into a big base on the discipline.

People are tired and suddenly feel that it is so rigid and rigid.

So nervous and so boring.

When you are tired, you want to relax and leap into the wilderness.

The most dissolute place in Jinhu is your Sanhe Beach.

This place is empty and sparsely populated, shouting loudly at others, and ignorant and uninspired.

The chorus of your reeds leads you close to instinctively and automatically grows.

It is the water that chooses and thee the willow and thy reed.

Be friendly to the water and live in the water phase.

There is a void belly, an empty heart, a curved body, a bent head, and a hair draped.

You are cautious, humble, and gentle.

Strong currents are constantly hitting you.

The fierce waves will not scatter you.

You're all in the same vein.

Mutual aid is as soft as water.

It transforms into fibers to weave a stable soul.

Jinhu people are good at willow reeds.

They came to the wife of the husband of the willow.

It is said that this is a pleasant and pleasant touch of the soul.

Say that this touch can remove the sound.

Sweep away the turbidity, tear away the melancholy, erase the ruthlessness.

Love is sharing.

The sharing of love is joyful.

What love is. Love is power.

The power of love is endless.

What love is. Love is commitment.

The commitment of love is necessary.

What love is. Love is glory.

Love, glory, glory.

Yuan Hao asked "Touching the Fish".

Ask what is the love in the world, and teach life and death to promise? There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children.

You should have a saying, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, who does the shadow go to? Hengfen Road, lonely when the drums, the smoke is still flat. The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind.

The sky is also jealous, and the warblers and swallows are all loess. Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu.