Use Chinese medicine to write love confession poems, and ask for love confession poems Master help

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, I love to chase the river, you see the fish in the river, that is my prayer.

I would like to hold the executioner, and love will be white.

Would you like to look back?

The obsession has not changed, but it is the same.

Leaks are more upset.

Today's day is full of sorrows.

The handwritten scroll will remain for a long time.

Nian Nian and Qing lovesick language.

Dare to ask Jun Wen Zigui.

Mo Yan waited for tomorrow.

Empty sigh, old age, hateful to leave.

It is also the first time to see the remnants of the sun.

Dancing butterflies, love flowers, and new topics.

I don't know that the yellow leaves are bitter.

And treat you with affection.

Original. It's not about hiding your head, it's about connecting the third word of each sentence to form a sentence. The connotation and artistic conception are explained as follows:

The love for you has never changed).

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, she couldn't sleep, thinking about it).

It's annoying to confess to you today. This sentence comes from Li Bai's sentence "Today's day is more worried" (spread out the paper to write, but I don't know what to say, sigh).

My mind is full of scenes of pouring out my love with you).

Have you heard my confession like a cuckoo crying blood)

Don't say things like "we'll be together later").

It's too late to regret when you're old)

This sentence is to create an artistic conception).

I don't need to explain this sentence......）

Artistic conception ......I am waiting for your reply with true love like jade).

"Produced by Little Pig, Strive for High-quality Products".

It's not good to grow up, it's even worse to scare others to death, the artistic conception is beautiful, and the feelings are subtle.

Yellow moon night eyebrows.

Qi willow embroidered Luo Wai.

Sijun gradually fell asleep.

Who is the mandarin duck thinking?

This is a poem, the first two sentences write about the beauty of the person, the third sentence shows the mind, the last sentence asks the other party to meaning, it is more subtle, the Tibetan name plus Si Yuan, indicating that you pray for love, the whole poem does not have the word love, because the meaning of this word is too obvious, lost the subtlety of the poem, forgive me!

I am pregnant with Lantian jade and love this moss and water.

Scalpers are late, and Qi and others are the only ones.

It's not easy to write poetry.

Qiqi, I want to know Qing and live a long life.

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

Brother, what you write is always the best!!

The high hall is gloomy and lofty, and the vast building is desolate.

The breeze rises and the sun sets on the terraces.

Hesitating under the cloud house, the song leans on the Huaying.

The king will not return, who am I playing?

The furnace is not closed, and the mirror box is dusty.

Kira is abnormal, and the gold is dark and sublime.

The food is forgotten, and the wine is often stopped.

Gu Zhan was lonely, and only the sound of the bird's nest was heard.

Worries are connected, and the center is like a sleepover.

Lu Yaji, "The Third Night Chapter".

A pair of yellow warblers.

Landing in that immersive space.

Scattered on the ground and torn off the years.

I didn't feel it at this moment.

The scars are in the heart.

Hot spread.

Covering up the past.

You're perfunctory and sorry.

Broken strings.

Playing the old days.

There is no end to the route we have walked together.

Dusk light.

Illuminates the stale surface of the water.

Reflecting the picture of Faya's longing.

At that time, it was difficult to recover from the water.

She will bid you farewell with smiling tears.

When you are sad, the mind accompanies you.

When you are happy, the realm of the layer accompanies you to cross.

Poetry and poetry are time to estimate value.

The space of thought is to ignite hope with happiness.

Unlimited long nights.

You want results.

What is the measure of distance from you?

Less passionate love will last a long time, "Shakespeare".

Simplicity touches my heart more than clever words.

So you are a kind of beauty that cannot be measured in the mind.

When you do something wrong, blaming others is just an excuse.

Blaming yourself is just ignorance.

Chapter 3 is written for you.

This chapter contains all that you can describe.

The soul of the Curcuma can tell you.

How much I miss you.

The fantasy of Hope has never bothered you.

You are asleep in the depths of your soul.

It's just fantasy.

The words in this chapter are nothing but sorrow.

Words written for you with thoughts.

Illuminates the silent immersion of the early morning.

End of "The Third Night Chapter" Lu Yaji.

I invite the moon to sit on the bridge, and love is like stars sprinkled all over the river.

Huanghua makes water, Qi is not the fault of infatuation.

The scenery is the scene I set, and the environment is the environment I made.

Note: The editor is a blind editor!

Hehe, I wish you all the best.

Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, a gentleman is begging. Lady Huang Qi, gentleman xx, a natural pair, a match made in heaven***

I was crazy and fell in love with the girl of the country.

Add you and me at dusk, and Qi will accompany me. (It's not good, it's anonymous!) ）

I'm holding your back.

Close your eyes gently.

Clouds drifted across the sky.

The warmth is in my heart.

I want to be with you every day.

But they are afraid of being shattered by reality.

When you want to cry, it's called frustration.

When you are alone, it is called loneliness.

When you want to forget, it's called memories.

Looking at your back is called love.

My world is used to you.

Without you, I would feel suffocated.

It's like air without oxygen.

Not for a moment can be separated.

Only this one sentence: Death and life are broad, and the son is happy; Holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son ("Book of Songs").

It's enough to be able to do that.

Although I am not deep, I am like the supreme.

Riding a scalper, Han Meiqi can know.

I have Yan Huang Zhi.

Love to put the vulgar saying.

Huang Tian knew his fate.

Qi and the king sleep.

Horizontal criticism: after all, implicit.

I'm not arrogant.

He likes to write poems and texts.

When the yellow flowers bloom, they still fall.

Saitama is outstanding.

I think, I like you - Huang Qi.

Walk up to her and say to her.

Letters and body language account for only 36 per cent.

It's not easy to think ... Add a few more points!

A lot of talents, so what if Liu Wei does?

You are the only one in the world that moves me, the sour and sweet plum soup, the sadness and joy of poetry, show the beautiful attachment in our hearts.

I'm sorry, I don't know your story, so I just wrote a little bit to give you some inspiration. Hope it helps. ）

Admiring the female Chanjuan, the soup and tea show are warm, elegant and dignified, and beautiful like flowers.

Admire Tang Wenxiu.

Original.

Tang Wenxiu, I love you (hidden mystery).

Soup bleached egg bouquet for you.

Poetry sings true love.

I appreciate the beauty of the beauty.

Looking forward to a lifetime and a lifetime.

There's a poetry genius in our school, and if you give him money, he'll be able to write it.