Create a new poem with the theme of love, a modern poem with the theme of love

We My left arm is your homecoming Pick up your right arm and gentle pleasure boat It is a light oar that ripples like ripples before you know me I floated Chengzhen across the water Only to get a beautiful woman to cover her face for half a life And the sweat I crawled on your palm Nervous over and over again Like the sorrow on the bow of the boat over and over The imaginary wind, but it really made you blush I warm a pot of humor and soak away your warm heart All the troubles.

Miss you when I saw you send me Milan.

Your heart will be filled with you.

That greeting.

That smile.

That one gesture.

That piece of words.

Delight my melancholy soul at this time.

You brighten up my dark corners.

It always feels a little bit warm.

A moment of love.

Perhaps the highlight of a lifetime.

At first, it didn't seem like you were there.

But you took advantage of the gap in time.

Unconsciously.

I am slowly swayed by an emotion.

An indescribably hazy joy.

I just feel kind.

i.e. don't ask if you like me or not.

And don't ask me if I like you.

Just hope something can be done for you.

See you over the weekend.

There was a hint of soft joy in my heart.

But I really know.

Your figure has become an atmosphere.

Remember it in my heart.

Memories pop up anytime, anywhere.

A name. A figure.

A sound. Let yourself be soft and excited.

Mixed with a feeling of happiness.

Scenes with you.

Scattered like snowflakes on my heart.

Love you no longer run away.

There is someone who can be missed.

In fact, it is also a kind of happiness.

Especially on days like these.

Soft sunshine.

Sweet wind. Sweep away that wisp of melancholy like smoke.

Just quietly waiting for your figure.

Just to let you know that there is such a person.

I want to have a common complex with you.

A common wish.

Would love to walk with you in the drizzle.

Or rush to a movie.

Or listen to a tune in silence.

Hug and dance. Then look at each other.

A shallow smile. Or a gentle kiss.

I really like you.

That's enough. This may be a seed that was quietly sown thousands of years ago.

Finally, it has taken deep roots in this long season.

Sprouted. Just as I miss you.

A shallow glow of fresh green.

If one day I could really hold your hand.

Then I would like to put all my attachment.

It's all in the palm of your hand.

Let you touch it carefully.

Read it slowly.

I will feel the tenderness of the veins in your hands with my whole heart.

The moment you stretched out your hand to me.

I have all the care and enthusiasm in the world.

Just let me hold your hand once, okay.

Only grasp the present.

No matter what fate and future awaits us in the future.

I will cherish this hard-won relationship.

And I hope to never be separated from you.

And in this sentient land where life is endless and the seasons are constantly turning, because of love, I am willing to stay with you tenderly for a lifetime.

The words are beautiful and moving, and we will appreciate this good poem of Lin Huiyin with literary friends. That night my boat was pushed out of the middle of the river, and the blue sky was covered with dense stars. That night your hand held my hand, and the confused starry night blocked the heavy ......That Night" Lin Huiyin.

Bingxin's "Sending Young Readers", in the afterglow: Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Because I love you so much.

I love this land.

Suppose I were one.

Birds, I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This storm-stricken land, this river of grief that forever rags with us, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the ...... of the dawn that comes from the woods

Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much......

Waving the wings of love.

Mom and Dad. Waving the wings of love.

Shelter me from the wind and rain, shh

Teacher, classmates.

Waving the wings of love.

Answer my questions and care for me.

Doctor Police.

Cleaner PLA ......

These unknown people.

Waving the wings of love.

Hold up a clear sky for me.

Let me breathe freely.

Grow healthily without worries.

I'll be one of them when I grow up.

I'm going to be like them.

Waving the wings of love.

Let this love. Flows forever.

Love's solo. When the maple leaves are red.

I put the acacia cuckoo discount.

A handful of bloody skeeps.

It is engraved on the abrupt rolling hills.

The meandering of flowing water.

There is no time to wait.

The leaves are red, and the bird's voice melts into the twilight smoke.

That's what I fantasize.

Poetry glides over the maple leaves.

A handful of bloody tears.

Flowing in the dewdrops.

Weeping blood for remembrance, becoming a distant back.

Encountering love is only an occasional thing.

It's as if spring inadvertently brushes a flower bud.

The spring flowers bloom and look so swaggering.

Lonely self-appreciation, that's a common thing.

Who doesn't say that their beauty is better than the summer sun.

The flame that burns, who makes the summer fire.

It was my charm that provoked those flames of love.

Those are about to burn with a raging flame.

I don't know how to extinguish.

It's like I'm burning in that fire.

Pain and love will be burned to ashes.

I couldn't get out of this burning trough.

A person is overwhelmed in the empty night.

It was surrounded by fire.

All around are the points that are on fire.

I really don't want to be a campfire that burns.

I really don't want to be in broad daylight like this.

Burn yourself out.

I want to set everyone on fire with my own burning heat.

It's like the fiery poetry.

Burning in our hearts.

But fantasy is always at odds with reality.

Virtuality and fantasy cannot be contrasted.

I hugged the fiery pain.

Crying in a burning dream.

Can anyone guide me through the maze.

Let me withdraw that fiery love.

Only the point where the poetry catches fire.

Burning in everyone who loves me.

To the oak tree, Shu Ting's, is it okay.

The new era of new teenagers, reading interest is more advanced, in order to take over the class tomorrow, must study hard, the new era of new teenagers, environmental awareness is more advanced, garbage packaging takes the lead, campus health depends on us, learn from the pacesetter good example, love the green water and protect the green mountains.

I have a wish to express my feelings, it is indeed like a tide rippling, dreaming of the end of the hope, the Chinese sons and daughters will always be there, the Chinese people are deeply Chinese love, and the dream will come true when the world is spreading.

It was the wind of the night that made me intoxicated, looking at the starlight on the horizon, and under the light was the tranquil river, which flowed lonely into the distance, it, through the forest, through the silence, through the hustle and bustle, and the front.

It's crossed the silver spike of love.

It flowed silently into the distance.

The breeze in the early morning is sassy, the hall is new, and it is the joy of rebirth.