A love poem about a breakup, a breakup verse love

In memory of your absence, I decided to write one last love poem for you. Although you have never read the love poems I wrote to you before. I still want to write after all, because I always think of your lips when you read those poems, and they have always been so beautiful.

You're gone, and that's kind of cruel. I only suddenly realized that my number was no longer the first one every time I habitually dialed your **. Oh yes, you're gone.

I say that all the time. However, it is natural to think: do you still have snacks?

If you don't, you have to add it, or you'll be hungry again when you get home. Are your clothes washable? It's winter, you're afraid of freezing water, but unfortunately I can't help you.

I still don't want to think about you. I want you to look like my scumbag, you hate me the most. And yet I make the same mistake all the time.

Whenever we had a conflict, I always begged for peace with a smile on my face, and now I think about it and feel funny. The last parting message you gave me was: You brought it on yourself.

That's when I was told that I had been wishful thinking for more than two years.

For two years, I have loved you and loved you deeply. Pain and pleasure have been beating me disproportionately for two years. Actually, it boils down to a very simple one:

A man can't do without a woman. To put it more clearly: I can't live without you.

My dependence is probably my greatest sin, but the question is pointless.

Mr. Li Ao has always warned me that I must put women and love far away in order to enjoy an ethereal soul. He's right, and I'd rather be wrong. Is this love?

I once seriously summarized the law of our love, thinking: If you are together for a long time, you must be separated, and you must be together for a long time. However, due to the limitations of my understanding, it should now be changed to:

Break up, I asked for it, bless you, you will be happy and healthy.

Three days ago, I was in utter pain. Now I'm slowly getting used to it. You'll also get used to other people's love poems, other people's bad breath, and other people's chatter.

I wrote a poem for you three days ago when I was in pain, and now I write it just for a laugh:

Or maybe my efforts should come to an end.

Although the brothers still tell me: life is all about the process, and this kind of weather has just begun, will such stories continue?

I have loved those beautiful years for a long time.

I will grieve in this day of separation.

You're still beautiful for years to come.

For many years afterward, you are still clear, and I will be sad when I miss you. ”

Don't love. Don't love.

Dead souls are incomprehensible and unable to comprehend your message.

In vain, I used to be as persistent as you, thinking that such love would not be an unworthy game.

Don't love. After the smoke disappears, the truth reveals a sly smile, and the edge of unlove flashes in your heart, silently, and has sent your soul to the bank of Lethe.

Remember my admonition.

Don't love. They said:

If you drink the water of Lethe, you won't be in pain.

All things in the world have been gone since, including the oath that was engraved on your bones.

Don't love. What are you still wandering around?

You hurt like that, and the blood on the tip of your heart stained Lethe River red.

Reluctant? So what?

Even if it is a false good, it will not come back.

The one who doesn't love you won't look at you again.

Don't love. Why should you be like me?

I'd rather become a stone than drink the water of Lethe, in Lethe, look through the autumn water.

In the early spring, the weeds withered and yellow season, and the scorching heat and the cold sun rose.

However, the love is long, and he is waiting for his heart to be enlightened.

There is no right or wrong to love someone, only whether you want to or not. Love can be individual or mutual. Love alone is unrequited love; And mutual love is love.

Love does not distinguish between right and wrong, as long as you like someone in your heart, love someone, whether the other party loves you or not, and whether the other party can be with you or not, it no longer matters. Love without regrets, love sincerely, and love frankly. Perhaps, after many years, you will find that the best of what was once has quietly settled a nest around you.

Love has always been with you, from the moment you have love, until eternity.

Tang Dynasty poet Li Shangyin's "Jin Se".

Jin Se Jin Se gratuitous fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

Translation: Why does the exquisite Se have fifty strings, and each string and column remind me of my youth.

Zhuang Zhou danced and turned into a butterfly in his sleep, and Emperor Wangdi entrusted his hatred to the cuckoo.

The bright moon and the sea shark** shed tears, and the jade in Lantian was able to turn into green smoke.

Why do you want to reminisce about this scene now, just because I was just at a loss in my heart at that time.

1, I knew that it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning. - Li Bai's "Autumn Wind Words".

Translation: Alas, I knew that it would have bound my heart so much, so it would have been better not to have known you at that time!

2. A sorrowful feeling, a few years away. - Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix".

Translation: Full of sorrow, life has been very bleak in the past few years.

3. One parting and two wide, each life is happy. ——Originated from the "wife release agreement" of cultural relics unearthed in Dunhuang

Translation: If it is a mistake for us to join together, it is better to break up happily.

4. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless. —Li Shangyin, Untitled

Translation: The opportunity to meet is really rare, and it is even more difficult to part when we are separated, and it is also the late spring weather when the east wind is about to harvest, and the flowers are gone, which makes people even more sad.

5. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old hearts are changeable. - Qing Nalan Xingde, "Magnolia Flower, Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words and Cambodian Friends".

Translation: Now that you have easily changed your mind, you say that lovers are easy to change their minds.

"Yulin Bell".

Song Dynasty Liu Yong.

The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide. Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival! Where do you wake up tonight?

The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to?

Translation: The cicadas after autumn are so desolate and rapid, facing the long pavilion, a gust of rain has just stopped. I set up a tent outside Kyoto Castle, but I didn't have the mood to drink, and when I was reluctant to give up, the people on the boat were already urging me to leave.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears were full of tears, and a thousand words were choked in their throats.

This journey after journey, thousands of miles away, a wave of smoke, that night foggy Chudi sky is boundless. Since ancient times, the saddest thing for amorous people is parting, not to mention that it is this bleak and cold autumn, how can this sorrow be endured! Who knows where I am when I wake up tonight?

I'm afraid that there is only the willow shore, facing the bleak morning breeze and the waning moon of dawn. After many years of separation, the people who love each other are not together, and I expect that even if I encounter good weather and good scenery, it will be like a fiction. Even if you have a full stomach of affection, who can you enjoy it with?

The bleak evening breeze passes through the frost forest, and who wants to get wet on the wrong path? . It has been said that autumn is infinitely cool, and the coolest is not far from people's hearts. 2, silently with yttrium throwing Zheng, a few times sad boatman, Yan Guifan is in the water.

3. People are sober, drunk, drunk, and hurtful, and swear to break their hearts and intestines. Pick up and ask who to complain about and leave the hatred and where to hide it. The Buddha said that emptiness can also be measured, and emptiness is longer than hatred.

If there is no fate, the truth will not be paid, so why not enter the red dust. 4, Painting Hall Spring. Lingzhu has tears from a thousand lines.

Wait for the grass to set sun. It is dark and desolate to pass by. Stealing envy of mandarin ducks.

It's hard to tell the sad pulse. The wind cuts the inch. Immortals, men and ghosts are vast.

Love is short and hateful is long.

The breakup poem is as follows:

1, "Mulan Words: Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words":

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain did not complain. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

If life is only as first seen", this sentence can be said to be a famous sentence through the ages, which makes people infinitely miss the joy and happiness when they first met. But the reality in front of me is that my sweetheart has changed his mind, and he no longer has the gentleness he had when he first saw him. Recalling the past and comparing it with the present, the sadness in my heart is even more intense and more indispensable.

2, "White Head Yin":

It is as white as snow on the mountain, and as bright as the moon between the clouds. Wen Jun has two intentions, so he decided to break up. Today's wine fight, Mingdan ditch head.

On the ditch, the ditch water flows from east to west. Sad and miserable, there is no need to cry when you get married. I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated.

The bamboo pole is curling, and the fish tail is so curling! Men are heavy-minded, why use money knives!

3, "Yulin Bell":

The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide. Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival! Where do you wake up tonight?

The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to?

1. Towards the evening, drive to the ancient plains. The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk. ——Li Shangyin, "Le You Yuan".

2. Blue clouds, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke and green on the waves. The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky receives water, and the grass is ruthless, and it is outside the slanting sun. The soul of the dark country, chasing travel thoughts, night and night, good dreams leave people to sleep. The bright moon is a high-rise building, and the wine is sad, turning into lovesick rain. - Fan Zhongyan, "Su Curtain Cover".

3, hating the king is not like Jiang Louyue, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, only with each other and no separation. - Lu Benzhong, "Picking Mulberries, Hating the King is Not Like Jiang Louyue".

4. Pi Dibi vomited blood articles and worked hard, and he was going to fight for the future. Now looking back and smiling dumbly, it is only suitable for indulging in a lifetime. - Zhang Sanjia Xunjia's "Self-Sigh".

5. I am often sick with wine before spending every day, and I dare to resign from the mirror. ——Feng Yansi, "Magpie Treading Branches, Who Throws Idle Love for a Long Time".

1. Sad songs can be used as weeping, and distant looks can be angelica. - Han Yuefu people stop selling the song "Sad Song".

2. With a sense of sorrow, I have been away from Suo Jian for a few years. - Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix".

3. Humayi north wind, over the south branch of the bird's nest. ——Nineteen ancient poems "Xingxing, Xingxing, Xingxing".

4. In the past, I went back, and the willows followed; Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling. - The Book of Poetry, Xiaoya, Caiwei".

5. When the lotus leaves are born, spring hates to be born, and when the lotus leaves are withered, autumn hates to become. I know that I am in love for a long time, and I look forward to the sound of the river. ——Li Shangyin, "Traveling Alone in Qujiang in Twilight".

6. The maple leaves are thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the twilight sails. Yijun's heart is like the water of the West River, staring at the core day and night when it flows eastward without stopping. ——Yu Xuanji, "Jiangling Sorrowful Hope".