Poems about the love of the hawthorn tree or the sweetheart of the sea

How to let you meet me, in my most beautiful moment, for this I have been in front of the Buddha, begged him to let us tie a dusty relationship, the Buddha turned me into a tree, growing on the side of the road you must pass, under the sun, cautiously full of flowers, flowers are the hope of my previous life, when you walk in; Listen, the trembling leaves are the enthusiasm I waited, and when you finally walked by in defiance, a ...... fell behind youFriends! It's not a petal, it's my withered heart.

Have you ever been injured?

Do you hate the person who broke your heart?

Hating him makes you unable to fall in love with anyone anymore and loses the ability to love others.

But have you ever thought that when you are sad, that person is more sad than you.

You don't know it, she has been looking for you and telling you the sentence that you didn't have time to say in the first place.

Even if the whole world is against it, I will be with you.

I love Shanghai sweethearts.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

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

I have the Shanghai style:

How I met you in this most beautiful moment. For this, I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us get married. The Buddha then turned me into a tree, growing beside the road you must pass, under the sun, carefully full of flowers, the flowers are the hope of my previous life, when you walk in, please listen carefully.

That trembling leaf is the enthusiasm I am waiting for, all when you ignore the walk by, and fall to the ground behind you... Friend, it's not a petal, it's my withered heart...

That friend who likes Shanghai, are you family???

The red hawthorn tree, forever waiting.

Golden rape flowers that year.

Brilliant my eighteen-year-old dream.

The melodious accordion sound of the exploration team.

It brought to life my yearning for love.

I didn't dare to take it at that moment.

That White Rabbit toffee in your hand.

I'm afraid to be cautious.

Touched the palm of your hand.

In the dark night, I can't reach out to hold your hand.

When you throw away the branches.

Hold my hand.

A smile for each other.

Drunk all spring.

And then I passed the hawthorn tree.

You say it doesn't matter what kind of flower it blooms.

will bear red fruit.

A story about me and you.

Pure, beautiful, persistent.

Every day of gathering and waiting.

I yearn for it. One day we went to see it together.

The hawthorn tree with red flowers.

In your heart. I was so sad.

So you say. When you truly fall in love with someone.

You'd rather die.

will not betray.

Then I believed in your wait.

On the banks of the Willow River. A hug.

Warmed two young hearts.

You said you wanted to have a name that was just my own.

And the moment I finally called out you.

My world is full of it.

Your red tears.

Then I saw the red flowers of the hawthorn tree.

Reflecting your smiling face.

In another world.

Bear red fruits.

You say you like to listen to "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree".

Presumably the love about the hawthorn tree is sour.

I cried after reading it.

I can't wait for you for a year and a month.

Can't wait for you to be 25.

But I can wait for you for the rest of my life.

Please believe that I will be waiting for you in heaven.

One that no one can wait for.

Love story. Heart-wrenching sorrow.

A few years later. The hawthorn tree with red flowers.

Our love is still buried.

It is also a hawthorn tree, but this flower is red. Who said that childhood sweethearts, under the tree are full of affection. The third child is still in a naïve state, Jingqiu looks back and is delicate, and where she is crying, the autumn rain plays the sycamore, where is the affection.

The eyes are clear, the golden carp is yellow, the mind is hidden, the water hits the wanderer, and the hugging is speechless until dawn. endure the deep and shallow love, tears spill the love of the children, and gather and scatter. Wipe away tears and complain about the sky, Mo teaches the world?

Faithful to the original artistic conception, the level has been modified. See the laugh. 中仄 (仄平) 仄, 中仄仄平 (平).

中 (平) 中仄 (平) 中,中仄仄 (平平). 中仄平 (平) 中仄, 中 (仄平平) 中仄, 中仄仄 (平平). 中仄 (仄平) 仄, 中仄仄平 (平).

In the middle, in the middle, in the middle, in the middle. In the middle of the peace, in the middle of the peace, in the middle of the peace. 中仄平 (平) 中仄, 中 (仄平平) 中仄, 中仄仄 (平平).

In the middle of the flat, in the middle of the flat.

Are you one machine and three small?

Congratulations to the bridegroom. Feel the hawthorn tree again.

Hawthorn tree at first sight. Ask the beauty (Qi Pingping), when the flowers bloom, like a red scarf. When the first meeting was still in the middle of spring, I understood what love was. Braided goldfish, such as weaving feelings, playing in the water in summer to eliminate the heat. Do you know, the peach leaf ferry that day, to this day, has become Nanpu!

In the past, the scenery was unbearable, Qing had gone, a few lines of sorrow, who could I complain to. The cold path is still last year's wind, blowing with the loneliness of the companions. Even if there is a pattern, no one will appreciate it, why dance? Walked through again, the former conversation. Tears are gone!

The artistic conception is good, and the words are also beautiful. As you said, it's a pity that I didn't fill in the word spectrum, so I had to revise a lot of it. I think you also do it with feelings, it's your own, just stay and be a relief, you don't have to carve words.

This tone is 16 words. The first sentence rhymes with five characters, and the syntax is the same as the first sentence of the water tune song, and only the third word is used in flat ears. Clause.

The second and third sentences are all four-word sentences; The rest is fixed and cannot be transferred. The fourth sentence is a seven-character sentence.

One, three, six words can be used. The fifth sentence is six words, co-rhyme, for the level of the peace, a word can not be moved. The sixth sentence is seven characters, three up and four down, co-rhyme, the second word "jade" can be flattened, and the seventh sentence is the same as the fourth sentence.

The eighth sentence is eight characters, three on the bottom five, the fourth word is flat and uninhibited, the final sentence is six words, the scholar is three under the three, and the co-feed; According to the fixed grid, it must be peaceful, peaceful, and not easy. The back of the head is replaced. The first sentence is seven words, which is the seven words of the association; But you can't be accommodating in the slightest.

It is recommended that the landlord fill in the word spectrum.

The upper rung is a bit vulgar, and the lower rung is better.

Yes, the rhythm is beautiful, and the typo of the stealing red tears has been corrected. But I like the rhetoric is gorgeous, and the word takes the plain route. I like the last sentence the most, why bother to meet in the first place?

Although he literally regretted it, in fact, the doctor had no regrets, and there was no unforgettable love for the encounter. It reminds me of the ignorance:

There is a kind of waiting for memories.

That's called looking for it.

There is a kind of sorrow that is used for indulgence.

That's called incompleteness.

There is a kind of love that is meant to be remembered.

That's called hard work.

。。。Just the last sentence feels a little awkward.。。 ~