Beautiful poems about love are shorter

Xi Murong's, the first life of "Three Life Stones", "A Tree That Blooms".

How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

For this, I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Ask him to make a mortal relationship for us.

The Buddha then turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Under the sun. It is full of flowers carefully.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach. Please listen carefully.

That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk through in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friends. That's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

Fortune operator Li Zhiyi.

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end?

I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my love.

On the evil Han Le Fu.

Evil! I want to know you and live a long life.

There are no tombs in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder and earthquakes in winter, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are combined, and you dare to be with you!

Dream Jiangnan Wen Tingyun.

Freshen up, leaning on the river tower alone. Thousands of sails are not, the slanting veins and veins are long, and the intestines are broken in Baipingzhou!

Phoenix Song Anonymous.

There are beauties, and they will never forget it. I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy.

The phoenix is fluttering, and the four seas are seeking the phoenix. Helpless beauty, not in the east wall.

Zhang Xian spoke on behalf of him, wanting to complain from the bottom of his heart. When will I see Xu Xi and comfort me for hesitation?

May words match virtue and join hands with each other! I shall not be allowed to fly, and I shall be destroyed.

How you meet me in my most beautiful moments for this.

I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Ask him to let us have a relationship.

The Buddha then turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Flowers bloom discreetly in the sun.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach, please listen.

That trembling leaf is the enthusiasm I wait.

And when you finally walk by in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friend, that's not petals.

It's my withered heart.

Thoughts (1) Who sent the god of a thousand hands.

It's always haunting me.

Teases me.

Shouting to the heavens and the earth. The base ridge runs like a madman in this world.

Every day, every day. My eyes overlap your 100,000 figures.

You are ruthless.

I had the worst love cataract in the world.

But I'm going to tell God my happiness.

Happiness grows in my eyes.

Never give up (2).

You purse your lips and smile.

Let me reverie for half a month.

You Wu Qing greeted carefully.

Lined up my cold nerves.

Greet the sun. Why is it a common encounter.

But it makes a feeling.

Every time the orange seeps into the sky, it surrounds me like a haze.

Your hair and eyebrows are always like gods.

Sneaking out and being by my pillow.

I'm looking forward to the cold winter of the wax moon.

But I feel like a spring bloom in the spring.

In March. I don't believe this is another time.

Pass. I swear to God.

Put your voice and smile at it.

Break into my heart. Death row.

The collision (3) is thousands of miles apart.

It's always colliding too.

My heart bud is shaking every second.

That day. We parted on the side of the summer lotus.

Rainbow wiped her tears to see you off.

The oath you threw down.

Like a charging pile knocking on mine.

Heartbeat. Let me suck on the aftertaste every day.

Savor your breath and heartbeat.

I was worried about a feeling disappearing.

Pray for it. Every day surrounds me like a sandstorm.

Got me drunk and suffocated.

The short poems of love are as follows:

1, "The Book of Poetry, Wang Feng Cai Ge" Pi Cai Ge Xi, one day does not change his sight, such as March Xi. He is depressed, and he doesn't see it for a day, like three autumns. Picai Aixi, not seen for a day, like three years old.

2, "The Book of Poetry, Shao Feng, Jianxi" is simple and simple, and the party will dance. In the square of the sun, in the upper part of the front. Shuoren Matsumata, ten thousand dances in the public court.

Powerful as a tiger, stubborn as a group. The left hand holds the basket, and the right hand holds the basket. He is like ochre, and he is known as a tin jue.

There are hazelnuts in the mountains, and there are lings in the mountains. Who's thinking about the cloud? Western beauty.

He is beautiful, and he is a man of the West.

3, "The Book of Poetry, Zheng Feng, There is a Lesbian Car" has a lesbian car, Yan Ruhua, will soar, Pei Yu Qiongju. Bimei Meng Jiang, Xun Mei and all. There are female peers, Yan Ru Shunying, will soar, and Peiyu will general. Bimei Meng Jiang, Deyin does not forget.

4, "The Book of Poetry, Zheng Feng, Out of the East Gate" out of its East Gate, there are women like clouds. Although it is like a cloud, I think about it. Silk clothes and scarves, chat about my members. Out of its humble beginnings, there are women who are like relatives. Although it is in full swing, I think about it. Dressed in clothes, chatting can be entertained.

5, "The Book of Poetry, Zheng Feng, Zijin" Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart. Even if I don't go, Zining won't make a sound? Qingqingzi Pei, I think about it. Even if I don't go, Zining won't come? Picky and embarrassed, in the city. Not seen for a day, like March.

6, "The Book of Poetry, Ye Feng, Green Clothes" is green and green, and the green clothes are yellow and chaotic. The worries of the heart, the maintenance of its own! Green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes.

The worry of the heart, the death of the mother! Green and silky, the woman is cured. I think of the ancients, and I have nothing to worry about!

It's bleak, and it's bleak. I think of the ancients, and I have won my heart!