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Missed" The lights first appeared, and she wandered the streets.
At night, he and she couldn't be together.
All day long, trying to forget the remnants of the thoughts.
His love with her love.
After all, they are scattered around each other.
After countless brushes of shoulders.
In exchange, there was only one person with the white prime minister.
The day will always miss the clouds.
But the clouds are always dependent on the sky.
The ground always misses the wind.
But the wind was still blowing on the ground after all.
And between them.
Two people are like two lines that are not parallel.
Destined to meet from the beginning.
After that, it went further and further.
Only missing out is the only point where they intersect.
And then they were left with only the remnants of the moment.
Love Falls Like a Flower", a petal falling is "Love".
A petal falling is "Love".
Pieces of petals are intertwined on the ground.
staged a beautiful "Love".
With the sound of falling flowers.
The fire of "Love" burns hotly.
The breeze blows, "Love" and "Love" are separated from flowers and flowers scattered......
"Love" and "Love" can't escape a youthful catastrophe....
The so-called "Love" is a tragedy....
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The slight wind of the moon blew across our faces, and today's moon is still half missing.
I lean on you, softly on my shoulders.
Your hand is on my waist.
Your eyes are filled with nostalgia for the past.
Our memories go back to the past.
The moonlight reflects our sweet faces, and the stone chairs by the river are engraved with the fate of our lifelong companionship.
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Ling'er groaned. If you don't look back, why don't you forget.
If there is no fate, why swear.
Today's all kinds are like water without a trace.
Tomorrow and night, you are no stranger.
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Most of Shu Ting and Xi Murong's poems are love poems, and you can find your favorite ones on the Internet.
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1. Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted Li Hall, the winter thunder and earthquakes, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are together, and dare to be with the king! (Han Le Fu).
2. I wish to have one heart and one heart, and my head will not be separated. (Zhuo Wenjun).
3, life and death are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. (Book of Songs) 4, how to die if you have to become a mandarin duck, willing to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals.
Lu Zhaolin) 5, Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. Living together for a long time, the two have no suspicion. (Li Bai) 6, enter my lovesick door, know my lovesickness.
Sauvignon Blanc is long and remembrance, and Sauvignon Blanc is infinite. (Li Bai) 7, when do you know when you will see each other? It's hard to feel the night at this point.
Li Bai) 8, take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king. (Yuan Zhen) 9, the past has become empty, still like a dream. (Li Yu).
10. Know my mind, feel your pity, this situation must be asked! (Li Yu) 11, if you don't see each other, there seems to be no high hidden feelings. (Sima Guang) 12, in heaven is willing to be a winged bird, in the earth is willing to be the source of Lian Li Zhi. The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever. (Bai Juyi).
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Seeing and Not Seeing", by Cangyang Gyatso, the full poem is as follows:
You see or don't see me, I'm there, not sad or happy.
You read it, or you don't read me, the love is there, and it doesn't come or go.
You love, or you don't love me, love is there, not increasing or decreasing.
You follow, or don't follow, my hand is in your hand, and I will not give up.
Come into my arms, or, let me dwell in your heart, and love each other silently, and rejoice in the silence and dryness.
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1, "Far and Near".
Modern Gucheng.
You, Yuan Shentong will look at me for a while, and look at the clouds for a while.
I feel that when you look at me, you are far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are close.
2, "Accidental".
Hyundai Xu Zhimo.
I am a cloud in the sky, projected by chance in the heart of your waves.
You don't need to be surprised, let alone rejoice, to be wiped out in an instant.
You and I meet on the sea of night, you have yours, I have mine, direction;
It's better for you to remember, it's better for you to forget, the lights that shine on each other at this rendezvous!
3. "Error".
Hyundai Zheng Chouyu.
I hail and hit the south of the Yangtze River, and my face in the season is like the blooming and falling of a lotus.
The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Just like the bluestone street to the evening, the sound of filial piety is not loud, and the spring curtain in March is not revealed. Your heart is a little window closed.
My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.
I am not a returner, but a passerby.
4, "Alley".
Modern Gucheng.
The alleys, crooked and long.
No doors, no windows.
I took an old key and knocked on the thick wall.
5. "Weight".
Hyundai Han Han.
She put the bloody head on the scales of life, so that all the survivors lost their weight.
6, "Arc".
Modern Gucheng.
The birds were in the wind, and they turned quickly.
The boy went to pick it up, a penny.
The vine is a tentacle that extends because of fantasy.
The back of the waves rises as they retreat.
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Here is a recommendation, Bai Juyi's "Long Hate Song".
Painting by Zhang Yanjun.
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