Are there any modern love poems that you really enjoy?

What I like the most is a flowering tree. How can I let you meet me, in my most beautiful moment, for this, I have begged in front of the Buddha for five hundred years, begging it to let us form a relationship with the earth, and the Buddha turned me into a tree and grew beside the road you must pass.

It's a love poem I love. The girl's mind, I'm afraid of your two postures, blurred to the head in the moonlight, one is transparent in the daylight, I'm afraid that you have two pretty looks, one is smiling like peach blossoms, and the other is melancholy, like Xi Shi.

Waiting for you, in the rain. Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rain of rainbows. The sound of cicadas fell, the sound of frogs rose, and a pool of red lotus was like a red flame, in the rain. I broke up, so this poem can express my feelings and let me like this poem.

Rain Alley. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone, wandering in the long, long, and lonely rainy alley, I hope to meet, a lilac-like, sad girl. I learned this poem when I was in junior high school, and I love it.

To the oak tree, if I love you—not like a climbing flower, showing off on your high branches. This poem is not very meaningful, I especially like it.

Out of chapter, you stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you from upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams. I've always wanted to use this favorite poem to confess.

Of course, by chance, I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the heart of your waves, you don't need to be surprised, let alone rejoice, and the trace is wiped out in an instant.

As long as you love each other once. If we hadn't met, perhaps, our hearts would never have been heavy. If you really miss it, I'm afraid your life will not be easy.

I like Tashi Ram's "You See Me or Don't See Me": You see or don't see me, I'm there without sadness or joy; If you read it, or if you don't read it, my feelings will be there, and I won't come or go; Do you love, or not.

1, life and death are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. - Anonymous "Book of Songs, Wind and Drumming".

2. The sky is not old, and the love is inexorable. The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it. ——Zhang Sheng, "A Thousand Autumn Years".

3. The color is not charming, people are fascinated by themselves, and the lover is in the eyes. —Huang Zeng, "Collection of Hangzhou Colloquial Poems".

4. Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death. - Yuan Hao asked "Touching the Fish".

5. There are beauties, they will never forget when they see them, they will not see them for a day, and they will think like crazy. - Anonymous "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix Qin Song".

6. Once the sea was difficult to turn into water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king. - Yuan Zhen's "Leaving Thoughts".

7. I only wish that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my love. - Li Zhiyi's "Fortune Operator".

8. In heaven, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the earth I wish to be a branch. The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred is endless! - Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred".

9. Life has been infatuated since ancient times, and this hatred is not about the wind and the moon. —Ou Yangxiu, "Spring in the Jade Building".

10. I don't regret the gradual widening of the clothes belt, and I will make people haggard for Yi. - Liu Yong's "Fengqiwu".

The autumn wind was blowing.

Blowing my full of lovesickness.

The leaves on the trees trembled.

Dancing gracefully and drifting away from the branches.

Fallen leaves fly and think of the distance.

O people from afar.

You know that I am tender for you.

I send acacia and fallen leaves.

Fly to you far away.

I am guarding the tuyere of the years.

The wind and frost that stand for you for a lifetime.

You can hear the call of the wild geese flying south.

That's my call to longing.

Autumn comes and goes. Autumn red again.

Life is as brilliant as autumn leaves.

Death is as poignant as autumn leaves.

Since people grow and hate water, they grow up.

Those things that were once stranded by me accidentally, I heard the sound of the strings cutting teardrops, I saw the eyes that used to laugh, I smelled the fragrance of sunshine in the air when we were together last summer, but I can no longer find the one who used to be, although I have already told the whole world loudly, I, for you, don't care, always, I still can't deceive myself, I seem to rearrange my memories, fragmentary memories, is it joy or stupidity, ?

1, "Far and Near" (Gu Cheng).

You, look at me for a while, 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" (Xu Zhimo).

I am a cloud in the sky, projected by chance in the heart of your lead.

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, "Mistake" (Zheng Chouyu).

I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not come. The catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The trampling sound is silent. The spring of March is not revealed.

Your heart is a little window, and the letter is closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

I am not a returner, but a passerby.

4, "Alley" (Gu Cheng).

Alley. It's curved and long.

There are no doors. There are no windows.

I'll take an old key.

Knocking on a thick wall.

5, "Weight" (Han Han).

She put the bloody head on the scales of life, so that all the survivors lost their weight. 6, "Arc" (Gu Cheng).

Birds in the wind.

Turn quickly. The boy went to pick it up.

One cent. Grapevines due to fantasy.

And the extended filaments.

The waves retreated.

And the towering back.

7, "Far Away" (Sanmao).

How far away is it?

Please, please tell me, to the ends of the earth, is it far?

Ask your heart, as long as it promises, there is no place, it will not be so far.

8, "Homesickness" (Yu Guangzhong).

Hours. Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm on this end. Mother is over there.

When I grow up. Nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end. The bride is on that end.

Later, heh. Homesickness is a low grave.

I'm out there. Mother is inside.

And now. Nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this end. The continent is on that end.

9, "Choice" (Xi Murong).

If I come to the world.

Just to be with you once.

Just for that moment in billions of light years.

In a flash, all the sweetness and sadness there.

Then let everything happen.

It's all in an instant.

I bow down and thank all the planets for their help.

Let me meet you.

Farewell to you. Completed a poem made by God.

And then slowly age.

10, "Hope" (Xi Murong fiber pulley).

Actually, I'm looking forward to it.

It's just a moment.

I never asked you to give it to me.

Your whole life. If only you could be on a hillside full of gardenias.

Meet you if you can.

Deeply loved once and then parted.

So long a lifetime.

No, it's just, it's just.

When looking back. That short moment.

There must be a lot of them, but I can't really memorize them, so why don't I write one for you!

Simple Love" is in, I'm in.

Because I am sending a quiet fortune, the world is here, and I am the world! You. Love you.

Because I love you, the world is your dust, and you are my world!

Half a bucket of Yuanchuang.

1, "To the Oak Tree" - Shu Ting.

What the poet wants is the kind of love in which two people stand side by side and stand together through thick and thin. The poet compares himself to a pile of kapok, a kapok that stands side by side with the oak tree next to it. The roots and leaves of the two trees are closely connected.

The oak tree and the kapok stood quietly and firmly, and when the wind blew, they waved their branches and leaves, greeted each other, and their hearts were connected. That is the language of the two of them, it is the meeting of hearts, and it is the understanding of words. This is great love, as the poem says:

We share the cold waves, the wind and thunder, and the thunderbolts; We share the mist, the stream, the haper. It seems to be separated forever, but they are trapped and dependent on each other for life.

2, "A Flowering Tree" - Xi Murong.

Some people say that love is fate, love a person or not love a person, is a feeling, is not a choice, any effort is deliberately reluctant, is in vain, however, in the vast sea of people, how many people are lined up, holding the number plate of love, looking left and right, love has to turn a few corners to come? The person we are waiting for, how far in the future is he? If it is said that the fate is in the providence, then the part is man-made.

The woman in the poem, in order to meet the person she loves, asked for five hundred years in front of the Buddha, but what she finally got was that the person she intended walked through in ignorance, the girl's heart is not ashamed, there is no regret in love, there is no regret in life, the truth of her love, the meaning of the meaning, the persistence of the pursuit of the heart, it is really shocking, crying ghosts and gods!

3, "Accidental" - Xu Zhimo.

Countless accidents, countless ups and downs, countless encounters, all seem so ordinary, there is no need not to be surprised, let alone rejoice, remember it, it is better for you to forget. Love is accidental, since the love between you and me has disappeared in an instant, then forget about this beautiful love! Sometimes love is like that, it can be unforgettable or fleeting.

When there is a tong ruler rolling, "I am lucky, I can't die" is really a good attitude, so that people will not be too heartbroken.

Create your own song. In silence.

In the silence, a flower that does not bloom for me, the fear in my heart is obscured by the haze at this moment, and the sky is allowed to let the raindrops fall.

In the silence, there was no comfort, don't be stupid, the numbness in the heart, and the evaporation of the cooling heat, emptied all worries.

In the silence, a little more distant is like the end of the world, and in her heart, she is like a stone dam bursting with a raging tide, engulfing the strait of life.

In silence, let your tears wet your cheeks, and the horse in your heart will break free from the fetters and run towards you without fear of wind and rain.

In the silence, the chaos of love fire was ignited again, and the dumbness in my heart could not bear to wipe out the vitality of love for you, and I shouted in loneliness.