Twelve affectionate and beautiful poems

(1) Haruki Murakami:

If you love each other, join hands to grow old together;

If you miss it, keep him safe.

(2) Liang Shiqiu:

You go, I won't see you off.

There you are, rain or shine,

I am going to pick you up.

(3) Fang Gang:

Prosperous as 3 thousand east flowing water,

I only take a spoonful. I like to understand.

(4) Xu Zhimo:

Walking, it broke up,

Memory faded;

Looking at it, you will feel tired.

The starlight is dim;

Listen, listen, I woke up,

Start complaining;

I turned around and found that you were gone.

Suddenly confused.

(5) Gu Man:

A smile beats a lifetime,

A tear returns a person.

A bloom, a flower falls,

After all these years, no one asked.

(6) Elvis Presley:

Before the green plum, the green plum withered and the fragrance overflowed.

If you don't see a bamboo horse, you will grow old and miss Wan Li.

From then on, everyone I fell in love with looked like you.

(7) Xu Zhimo:

At least once in your life,

Forget yourself for someone,

Don't ask for grades, don't ask for peers,

Don't ask for what you once had,

Don't even beg you, love me,

Just ask that in my most beautiful years,

Meet you.

(8) Xi Murong:

If you meet me,

At my most beautiful moment,

To this end, I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.

Please him, let's live forever.

(9) Nalanxingde:

If life is like the first time,

What is this? Autumn wind attracts a sad fan.

Waiting for things to change, but losing people's hearts,

However, the human heart is changeable.

The Lishan language stops at midnight,

Tears and rain never complain.

What does it feel like to be lucky and lucky,

I hope one day.

(10) Yu:

I have no time to get involved in your past,

I will accompany you to the end in your future.

(1 1) Shen Congwen:

I knew you would come, so I waited.

(12) Land travel:

Bare hands, rattan wine, spring willow in the city.

The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin.

A cup of sorrow, I haven't seen you for years.

No, no, no.

Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.

Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books.

Momomo.

Source WeChat official account: classical poetry and classical literature