Love poems with Zhao Longgang and Meng Wenjuan 20

You call it custom-made!

Strong.. I'll think about it!

Zhao is lonely. The man surnamed Zhao is infatuated, and his heart is like ice in the world.

The combination of rigidity and softness is also versatile, and the people who love ignore it.

Laughter and spring breeze came, and the daughter of the Meng family was lovely.

Wenhua is ruthless, when will Juan's heart be opened for you?

It took me an hour...

It's not very neatly written, because you're too demanding...

It's hard to write. *Pay attention to read the first word of each line***

Dude, I've never had such a hard time chasing my girlfriend...

A poem is sent to Chanjuan, and the love of children is as long as three rivers.

I really want to pour out my love, and the beauty holds hands and chases her wishes.

Huayuan poems! Tibetan poem: Poetry is beautiful!

I'm sorry where to complain, and be a poet.

Xiao Nan'er is you, and Xiao Dou'er is me.

Ling Jun is sad unintentionally, and he often hates himself when he feels guilty.

The wind sends desolate rain, and tears ask how to forgive?

The heart is indescribable, and the truth is the world.

You are fate, I am share. Always cherish each other.

Love poem: I am not born.

I'm old.

I am willing to live with you.

Grow old every day.

Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely, but for the sake of the king, I have been groaning so far.

My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it.

Non-love poem: It is the good scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, and the season of falling flowers is the time of the monarch Du Fu's "Jiangnan is in the Year of the Turtle".

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and does not return Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine".

Wenjun's new wine is ripe, and the situation is chrysanthemum autumn. Yuan Zhen "Drinking New Wine".

The mountain loop turns around, and the snow leaves a place for horses. Cen Shen "Bai Xue Ge Sends the Military Judge Back to Beijing".

A song with Jun.

Please listen to me.

Bells and drums are not expensive enough.

I hope I won't wake up after being drunk.

Persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth. Flowers can be folded straight, do not wait for no flowers and empty branches.

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

The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder shakes the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are together, and they dare to be with the king!

Notes: A woman's obsessive and passionate vows of love.

This is a Han Dynasty Yuefu folk song, and the gist of the poem is---Oh my God! I want to love you for the rest of my life. Unless there are no mountains and hills, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are dry, thunder rumbles in winter, and it snows heavily in summer, and the sky and the earth merge together, I dare to cut off with you!

Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you.

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

Jun was born and I was not born, I was born old Jun hated me for being late, I hated Jun was born early, Jun was born early, I was born I was old Hate not to be born at the same time, day by day and Jun I am good I am not born, Jun is old I am old I am away from Jun Tianya, Jun is separated from my cape, I am not born, Jun is old Butterfly to find flowers, night and night perched on the grass This poem is a Tang Dynasty Tongguan kiln porcelain inscription poem, the author may be the potter's own creation or the popular alley ballad at that time. From 1974 to 1978, it was unearthed at the site of Tongguan kiln in Changsha, Hunan. See the second volume of Chen Shangjun's Supplement to the Poems of the Tang Dynasty, Volume 56 of The Continuation of Poems of the Tang Dynasty, p. 1642, Zhonghua Book Company, October 1992.

Chinese Ancient Li Zhiyi Bu Operator, I live in the Yangtze River, I think about you every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River.

When will this water stop?

When has this hatred ended?

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

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times.

Red beans are born in the south, how many branches are sent in spring? May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely.

You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky.

My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

It rained today, it rained yesterday, and the day before yesterday it rained in the round stove, heavy rain, moderate rain, light rain, silk rain, ......I miss you today, I miss you yesterday, I miss you the day before yesterday, I think about you a little bit, I think about it, I think about it a little bit, I think about it a little bit...

My heart, this wild bird, has found the sky in your eyes.

Tagore. Do you want to contain the words I love you, or do you want to have this meaning?

Publicize the youthful jade face.

Shan'er's shadow haunts her heart.

I Mu Qing is looking forward to love.

Love is like the envy of a mandarin duck from a song.

You and I are in love with you.

I can't sleep at night.

Dreams meet each other than wings.

An inch of Dan's heart can be learned.

The world loves three lives.

Hope like, Milanese cat haunts, o(o

[Zhang] big eyes, Shan] Hu is so beautiful, I] hold my hand in my heart, love] she will not let go.

Looking forward to the beautiful woman, the coral is fragile and ecstatic, the most difficult thing in the world is to love the depths of the garden full of spring.

Zhang Mei smiled and the wind was fragrant, and Shanshan half moved Ling Bofang.

The smiling moon is ashamed to dress up as the rising sun, and the peach blossoms still have to borrow spring makeup.

When I think of you when I am lonely, I can no longer hear your laughter, time flies, and I have waited in the past years, and there is never an end to the days.

I can only choose this time to think of you, because I have no choice. I still think of you, and I think that the past is not wrong. If everything is wrong, let it go until the end of the next one.

I have thought about being with you countless times, watching the sunrise and rising sun, welcoming the infinite scenery, joining hands with love, falling in love with you, and never regretting it in my life.

You are chasing each other and playing among the flowers, and you deliberately leave the pain in my heart. Since I can't give the happiness I want, what I can't accept is just an empty promise.

I only think of you when I'm lonely, and I still can't be so chic in the face of your departure. On your way back, I have wept into tears. There are no infatuated tears, no emotional ties, which attract you to the attention of deep love, maybe you don't know all this.

Look at you, with my amorous eyes. At the moment when love comes, this is by no means a momentary joy. The situation is born from the heart, and the preference is so casual.

You've read my poems, and my emotions don't need to be concealed anymore. I reveal my true feelings, but I hope you can read my heart again and again.

I still miss you more than once, and in this lonely night, convincing myself is not enough reason. I can't drift away my thoughts with the wind, I can't cut off my affection, I can't cut off my lovesickness. After losing you, I deeply understood that I love you in my heart and lungs.

Even if the shadow is with you, I don't hesitate to change your infatuation. Without you, life is boring.

When I think of you when I am lonely, it was a day of wind and rain and hardship, so that my heart is tied with countless attachments, tonight, where does the flute of others come from? In the old days, it felt like your voice was ringing in my ears, and it sounded like a love story.

There is a kind of time attached to our lives, stretching out our hands, still not embracing your world, not feeling you at all. It seems that a long, long time has passed, in the dark, and the hug is bifurcated, and the days are far away from the next autumn.

Without your night, I had to sleep with your name on my pillow. It's so late, I have to open the window of my heart, and I love the last bit of color for the cold moonlight. Heal the wounds of your soul, but I can.

One day I will return, please crush my love into powder and sprinkle it on the road that I once loved.

Autumn is gone, tenderness is gone, infatuation is far away, and lovesickness tears are broken.

It's a winding path again, but my thoughts are turning the corner, looking at the other side of the cloud. Silent to the end, I want you to stay warm, happiness is muddy on the road under your feet, the days fly by, the rainy season is no more, and time has a kind of sadness. There is no turning back, there is no turning back.

One day you can no longer deceive yourself, love will be broken, the sky will be old, and people will change. I would like to go with the wind. Hide the beauty of the day and night by the pillow, soft hair, entwined thoughts, and a song with the wind.

When you're lonely, can you stop thinking about you.

The breeze accompanies the catkins to fly, like smoke and snow chasing the sky, the morning sun shines in the spring, and the double butterflies dance lightly to reflect the double light.

Poetic: The catkins are accompanied by the breeze, flying all over the sky, chasing and playing, the morning sun shines on the colors of spring, and there is a pair of butterflies dancing lightly with their wings to enjoy the warmth brought by the spring sunrise. It is.

The catkins are accompanied by the breeze, the butterflies are in pairs, if you see the morning sun, the morning sun is full of heart.

Unconsciously, there is another song.,See which one is for what's the use.。。

It depends on where the person is found, but it is beside him.

Who loves the word, she still has my heart.

Self-created, I hope you can use it.

Your smile makes me brave.

With someone else still by your side.

I still miss you.

I can only fantasize about it every day.