Where are love poems, what are them

I miss you.

You say you won't forget.

The one you told me and I treasure it all.

For us.

Memories are days that never fall.

Never yellows.

It's always a short time to get together.

The anticipation is always long.

The brook of the years.

Pick up how many shining lines of poetry.

If you miss me.

Just look at the heavens.

Twinkling stars.

I have sought you.

The eyes --- light.

Silent feelings.

There are always times like this.

It is for love.

only to quietly dodge.

It's the figure that dodges.

It's the one that can't be shot.

Silent feelings.

Hesitating in the moonlight.

Wandering in sleep.

Emotional things.

I often don't understand.

It's not that you don't want to love.

It's not that you don't love.

Fear is only afraid Love is also a kind of harm.

A Flowering Tree" Xi Murong.

How you meet me in my most beautiful moments.

For this, I am already in front of the Buddha.

I begged him for 500 years and begged him to let us have a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha then turned me into a tree and grew by the side of the road you must pass.

The sun is full of flowers, and they are all the hopes of my past life, and when you approach, please listen carefully.

That trembling leaf is the passion I am waiting for.

And when you finally walk past in defiance and fall to the ground behind you.

Friend, that's not petals.

It's my withered heart.

Brig Shu Ting.

The fog wet my wings.

But the wind won't allow me to hesitate.

Shore, beloved shore.

Just said goodbye to you yesterday.

Here you are again today.

Tomorrow we will be in.

Another latitude meets.

It's a storm, a light.

Connects us.

It's a storm, another light.

Let us divide things again.

Not afraid of the ends of the earth.

Isn't it in the morning and the sun.

You're on my voyage.

I'm in your sight.

Su Buqing made it for his wife Matsumoto Yokoko.

People go to Yaochi and think about it for a long time.

It is rare to rely on each other in a lifetime, and there is no eternal feast at the age of 100.

The lamp and shadow recalled that he once shook the white house, and the tears could not touch the yellow spring.

The Ming Dynasty should pick the dew in the middle and insert it in front of the statue of kindness.

The following ones are written by modern students, generally in elementary or junior high school, and there are many of them in Xiaohe Essay Network.

Love cold words. In the past, I didn't know what beauty was, but now I am only drunk for Cen Yi.

is better than a peony thousands of times, thinking cold like water and never regretting.

A secret letter was written for the cold).

Finale: Lamentation.

The old people are scattered, the beauties are scattered, and the old people play the sound of the remnants.

Flowers also bloom, willows also bloom, and the order is arranged into a fragrant Wanwan.

Good is also good, evil is also good, condensing a piece of Zhenlong's heart.

Love is also pitiful, sorrow is also pity, and the illusion of love is constant.

A lamp, a candle, a total of the same city is bright.

Looking back again, I realized that we were always together.

Wading. Drink it up.

Tears flowed long parting.

The heart is sad, the moon is full of buildings, and the heart is also full.

Alone thoughts are ruthless and affectionate.

The cold wind is cold, and there is no night left.

Dreams go around the smoke.

Drunk looking at the moon pavilion.

How can you forget.

Don't look back, yesterday is not today, but forget the dust.

The sorrow has faded, and the heart has calmed.

Repentance wading in red dust water.

The glitz of the world will eventually become a dream.

Waves of sand and heartlight.

The mirror is newly opened, and the sparkle is boundless.

Hui said that he was not afraid of blurred dreams and walked forward.

The ice and warmth gradually melt and turbulent, extending the intersection.

Ling Dao looked at the night and smiled.

Su Mu covers his heart.

The branches in the dream, the green leaves, the roots are deep, and the rhyme is present.

The moon touches the secret words of the stars, and the shadow is like a water leaf, swaying slightly.

In the wilderness, under the blue sky, let go of your feelings, and go through the eyebrows.

The fluttering pods sing and fu, meaning more than edelweiss, wisps of flying flowers.

Pretty Woman's Book of Tears. The clouds and waters on the horizon are still the same, and the beautiful woman sends a letter to someone.

Write infinite sad things, and the picture screen shows infinite tears.

Li Shangyin's night rain in the Tang Dynasty sent north, and it was difficult to say goodbye when they met.

Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island, fair lady, gentleman.

My love for you is as high as a mountain, my love for you is as deep as the sea, and my love for you is as wide as the wilderness.

My love for you is as tough as steel, my love for you is like a galloping horse, and my love for you is like a lion roaring like a tiger.

My favorite love story is none other than Li Shangyin's Untitled, the spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ashes and tears begin to dry.

I miss it to this extent, and there is really no one left.

In heaven I wish it was a winged bird, and on earth I would like it to be a branch.

If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight? Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

I think about it every inch, and people don't have an arrangement. Ten years of life and death, tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain. Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, long-term lovesickness, long-term memory, and short-term lovesickness are infinite.

The first to recommend Li Shangyin's untitled series, and then Li Qingzhao's words are also good, and Liu Yong's Yulin Ling is even more classic, in fact, looking for these classic love verses, the Tang and Song dynasties are the most, and in terms of factions, of course, it is the graceful faction. Of course, things are not absolute, the bold Su Shi has "Butterfly Love Flowers". Spring Scene" and "Jiangchengzi.

Ten Years of Life and Death" is absolutely tear-jerking. Many poets have sung the praises of love, and to find their classic verses, it is necessary to have a general understanding of the poet and his experiences in various periods. Maybe it will be enlightening from this.

The poems of Li Shangyin, Qin Guan, and Nalan Rongruo are all good. and the "Book of Songs" is also very good.