What do you think is the most beautiful line of poetry to express love?

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. Great love for those euphemistic love poems to the bones, dripping endless lovesick blood and tears throwing red beans, endless spring willows and spring flowers full of painting buildings.

The crowd looked for him thousands, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. Inadvertent love is the most beautiful.

At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back from the clouds. My wife's hand planted in the year of her death is now like a cover, looking for the road in your dreams, and the rain is falling into the flowers.

There is a loquat tree in the garden, which was planted by my wife when she died, and now it has been built. The mountains and moons don't know what is going on in their hearts, and the water and wind are empty and the flowers in front of them.

I love you, not because of who you are, but because I love how I feel when I'm with you. Such words in themselves moved me very much, no matter the so-called match, there are no strings attached, just like my love is the most beautiful.

The clockwork in my heart is counting the time for your arrival, and wandering with you emotions that you can't feel, and you have only glanced at it for a long time, and that glance is still in a hurry.

After a long time, love has become a long-term companionship of firewood, rice, oil and salt, and a daily cycle of clothing, food, housing and transportation. But no matter what, with you by your side, love is called love, and life is called life.

You're the cutest of all, I didn't have time to think about it when I said it, but after thinking about it, I still said it. She can fade, she can wither, she can do anything, but just one look at her brings a thousand tenderness to me.

After you tell me how delicious the meat is, I won't be able to be a little monk anymore. But you turn away and tell me that's what counts as practice.

If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

I think it's still Xu Zhimo's farewell to Kangqiao, gently I go, just as I came gently; I beckoned softly, Farewell to the clouds of the western sky.