Can anyone help me make a modern love poem or verse of Miao Qiusi I love you .

The seedlings are full of strangeness, and the sycamore falls in autumn.

Thinking about Shi Jinke, I was in Jinling yesterday.

Love this moss light, you.

The seedlings grow on the blue hills in the distance.

Autumn has long passed.

I miss the most beautiful scenery that was once there.

I'm still so relieved.

Love is like the evening breeze.

You, forever, are my most beautiful rainbow.

The seedlings grow in the sun.

Autumn colors can't stand your germination.

Missing me hurts.

But I still hold on to it.

Loving you is so good to me.

You will always be my concern.

Until your withering.

Then I will be with you.

Never be separated again.

Far away to the earth and the sky is falling [made up, hehe, you can ignore what I added later].

Miao Miao Qingqing and me, the autumn love is miserable, I miss and think about it, I want to go back by the wind, the love is hazy, and the heavy makeup is glamorous.

Miao, swaying in the wind like your graceful.

Autumn is a harvest of happiness in longing.

Thoughts overflow with the accumulation of time.

I'm still greedy.

Love is an eternal legend.

You are the only scenery in my eyes.

The seedlings grow on the blue hills in the distance.

Autumn has always been in my heart and has never left.

I miss the most beautiful nostalgia that was once there.

I still miss you like that.

Love never ends.

You, forever, are my most beautiful rose. i love you

Miao, swaying slightly on the hill, autumn, has quietly passed away, missing, with the wind swaying, put.

I brought it into your world, love, rippling in my heart.

You, eternal in my heart.

The seedlings are born in the spring, and the harvest is in the golden autumn.

The willows are still clinging, and the blue waves are rippling;

Clean light shirt, write sadness with the wind.

I am ambitious, hand in hand to point the sky, what is love? Indifferent as a trickle.

You are happy, you often smile in your dreams, you are a beautiful woman and virtuous, and your husband is also a godson.

Storm 丨Snow Wolf] original Tibetan poem:

Love is not vigorous, nor is it a sea of dry stones. More like a meandering stream.

Holding each other's hands, plain and bland, all the way forward, the farther you go, the deeper the love.

Hundred-year-old children and grandchildren, this is called affection, and it is called eternal love.

The weeping poplars of the flocculent fell into the clear cry of the sub-regulation.

The blood-like note was shattered.

It's Fangjie, it's smart, it's it.

Duckweed without roots, with the water and wind.

Picking up the colors, I paint the scars of late spring with colorful colors.

It's new spring again, twilight spring, and the sky of crazy birds.

Love, embellished with the rising sun, the sunset, the six dragons are also amorous.

It's late, ...... that day

Up, the star ......

Sleepless day and night.

You are the stars in the sky.

You're a flyer in the sky.

Hope it will be useful to the landlord. The south building is not a good life.

The fist in Yang Qi's hand, white and flawless affection;

I am shouting with the whole of my life, the vow of love;

You are the favorite in your heart.

A lifetime of exhaustion without regrets.

The world is vertical and horizontal, hand in hand, and the five continents are united in Chanjuan.

Absolutely original, from the heart.

The poplar caresses the wind's hair.

White thoughts fell one after another.

My gaze is strung with tenderness.

The tide of love floods the heart.

Your figure is like the moon imprinted into the soul.

Improvisation, I hope I like it.

The poplar branches are broken.

Pure as a dream of unmelted snow.

In my previous life, I was fatalistic to slip off my fingertips.

It's my love.

Unrepentant for your prostrate piety.

Persistence in samsara is eternal.

For the sake of not too far away from you.

The legacy of Yangmen comforts the heart of heaven, and the family and country are peaceful.

The body is as clean as snow to show loyalty, and both yin and yang are respected.

I want to set up Eden Village, and the love is more important than the benefit.

Love and hate are difficult to tell, and they are clear in a lifetime.

Can you stay with the wind and waver?

Without it, original, enjoy together!

【Yang】The willow is swaying with the wind.

Clean] clean and beautiful are hard to find.

I fell in love at first sight.

Love] She loves passionately.

You] love me, love and love Taotao.

I don't know how long the so-called eternity is, but love is one day less than eternity, I hope to have you in my arms.

ps: What is written now, there is absolutely no imitation.

Yangmen's legacy comforts the heart of heaven, and the body is as clean as snow to show loyalty.

I want to bring Eden Village, love and hate are difficult to tell, your heart is fluttering with the wind.

Yang Liu Xiaofeng.

It is as clean as a clear spring.

I'm not a passerby.

Love came unexpectedly.

You just have to keep it in your heart ......

Yang Jie, Yang Jie, I love you, just like an old cat loves a mouse!

Absolutely gracious)

You just have to say a poem affectionately.

Yang Jie, I love you!

Today, Guomen Road, the Jun family lives in Guilin.

The festival has not stopped, although I am dethroned.

For the sake of love and fairness, draw both sides of you.

Wang Nu smiled at Gu Shenfei, and Qian sang and drank in the twilight. I am as small as dew, and my beloved daughter throbs and walks away from the earth, and you can make me wander.

Wang Kai was only intoxicated when he saw it, and the girl was sad and lovesick.

I want to be a winged bird, love is hard to open for a long time, do you know me?

I paint rivers and rivers like orchids, and I love the late maple forest and don't know the cold.

The mountains are endless, and the elegant dance ink is also confused.

Elegant, beautiful, and touching. I don't love you, who loves you?

Hehe, brother can, but brother is not interested.

Elegant, beautiful, and touching. I don't love you, who loves you? Hehe.

The yellow moonlight scene is faint.

The light light is fascinating.

I asked Mingyue if she heard it.

Love plays a heart song with the wind.

If you want to stay, you will not leave.

The aged wine is treasured, and the color is auspicious.

The red clouds reflect the sun and the twin cranes move, and I send the acacia geese to the long.

Aijun Sansheng flies Yu Chan and burns the wings, and you blow the sails and sail together.

There is only a beautiful rainbow in the sky, and a beam of red light sets off your beautiful body. And I have to be made to be bowed down by you, and can the fact of loving you change?

Scribbled.

Lonely tonight, a few sorrows, who knows who your heart is guarded for? Chen is the bright moon after the willows, the rain blows the eaves and the shirt is like tears, after the rainbow, who is waiting for the red sun? Colorful He stopped life without knowing sorrow, how my heart is sparse. Sigh countless fates, love you why or start a break.

Your quiet repentance suddenly burst into my heart, and my heart has been filled by you. Let's create a better world for us

o ( Suspicious front bridge ) o Hehe, I don't write well, I hope to advise more

The morning light falls on your cheeks, the colorful world freezes at this moment, the red stage is only open for you, why do you want to be like an angel, descend on me, fill the distance between us, I have nothing to repay you, I can only say one word, I love you to judge the call.

Chen Hongcaiyan came to disturb and said, I have loved you for 10,000 years. Ha ha!!! I'm writing casually about the slow collapse of the tree.

Modern Poetry:

The flood continued.

Literature testifies to the world.

In the snow, I have been looking for the figure wandering in my dream.

I'd love to know.

Love and hate at the same time.

Can you see the sincerity?

Ancient style poems: Hong Zhong's voice is low and hoarse, and the writing can fax affection.

Looking for plum blossoms on the snow was intoxicated, and I raised my head and laughed infatuated.

Love and hate are waiting to turn back, you only smile at the city.

At the beginning of the flood, he was busy making up for the sky, and his writing was brilliant and affectionate.

The plum blossoms in the snow are iron-clad, and I play the acacia song around the beam.

Love is like peach blossom water in a deep pool, and you enjoy Chanjuan next to the east fence.