Find a master to help me compose two Tibetan love poems

Sun Keru hates ridiculously, who doesn't want to fly through the sky.

My heart is not over, and I will never grow old if I love you like an idiot.

The grass in the former garden of Wang Sun is green.

The falling warbler flies a curtain of wind.

It's hard to see drunk me dimly.

The sound of the Buddha Fire Sutra is gratifying.

Dear landlord.

Glad to analyze for you.

I've had your problem before.

Here's my own.

Hope it can help the landlord.

In fact, there are many things that will always be understood after experiencing it, how to protect yourself after the emotional pain, how to persist and give up in a timely manner after being stupid, and we slowly understand ourselves in the gain and loss, and there are many things in the world that can only be seen clearly in the past. In fact, life does not need such indifferent attachments, there is nothing that cannot be abandoned. Learn to give up, and life will be easier; Learn to give up, turn away before crying, leaving a simple figure; Learn to give up and bury yesterday in your heart; Make good memories; Learn to give up, so that each other can have an easier start, the love that is bruised all over the body is not necessarily unforgettable, it is not easy to come over the deep and shallow love, gently pull out your hand to say goodbye, you don't have to let yourself be hurt more deeply, every gratitude is very beautiful, every companionship is very intoxicating.

Is it a pity that you can't have it, whether it is missing makes us feel more nostalgic, feelings are not the answer to the questionnaire, the hard pursuit can not make life more complete, maybe a little confused, a trace of sadness, will make this answer sheet longer, put away the mood and go, miss the flower you will harvest the rain, who said that if you like a thing, you must have, sometimes, some people in order to get what he wants, go to the extreme, maybe he got it, but in the process of chasing, What is lost is also incalculable, and the price paid is irreparable, perhaps those costs are heavy.

There are many things in the world that can only be seen clearly in the past. There is a kind of love, which is obviously deep love, but the expression is imperfect. There is a kind of love that knows that you want to give up, but you are not willing to leave.

There is a kind of love that I know is torment, but I can't hide it. There is a kind of love, knowing that there is no way forward, but the heart is not easy to take back. Love can be a momentary thing or a lifetime thing.

Leave because of love, give up because of love. It may sound great, but who can truly give up for love? A person is not lonely, but a person who thinks is lonely.

It's only when you care too much about someone that love becomes a burden.

The landlord is welcome to continue to ask.

If my own.

Please forgive me for any inaccuracies!

Looking forward to your !!

Zhao Hou Long's Xiu Tianhuang.

Passers-by send potpourri in the wind.

The Ming Dynasty had Ming Dynasty affairs again.

Love is too thick to prepare the previous good.

Zhang Xiucai is a wonderful book.

Jie Yuhui connects the hole wall.

Zhao Nu sang into the clouds.

The road is far away, the mountains are long, and the water is deep.

Next year's eyes will be full of spring.

Love to the heart of the Buddha.

Zhang Sheng saw the love of spring.

Outstanding Fang Ming, Xi Shangzhen.

Zhao Hou looked at the sky.

Lu Ping was sitting in the car.

There will be glory in the west next year.

Flowers in front of Aiyama Hall.

Zhang Hou Fugui is owned by him.

Jiege is a new meteorological hero.

The scale of Zhao Xue is self-sufficient.

The road into Chang'an is the same everywhere.

The Ming Dynasty has run out of flowers.

Love this autumn night rain.

Zhang Liang has gone to the jade bucket to shatter.

Jie Ge is in the belly of the dragon.

Zhao Nu took the spring to the painting building.

The road turns to the creek and the scenery is secluded.

In the Ming Dynasty, there were many grasses.

Love and help the grace week.

Zhang Han's homesickness should be intentional.

Jie Ju can sing without memory.

Dizzy Tibetan poems are really vulgar

Please come to my dreams and hug me

Even if it's a momentary illusion

And enough to accompany me into the next century

Warm me all the cold memories

Please kiss me in my dreams

Even if it's a gently skimming reverie

It can also bring me the most colorful memories

Surprise me with all the grey years

This is the time when the wind blows

Vaguely discern your breath in the wind

The swing of the sycamore is not what you want to tell me

You are smiling in your dreams because you are dreaming of me

How much you love me Isn't it

Like me, I don't want to break free

I will never leave

I want to make a promise to you

Prove that our love is not out of loneliness

Please come with me and stay for me

Converting freedom into a luxury is not a luxury

—i love you ­