2. A mysterious love poem
A cryptic poem about love 1. An obscure poem about love
Byron (England) wanted to break up with us, crying silently, feeling that we had been separated for many years and could not help but feel heartache; Your face is cold and white, and your kiss is more like cold ice. Oh, that moment was a harbinger of my sadness today.
The cold dew in the morning condensed and cooled my forehead, which seemed to be a warning to me at this moment. Your vows are all broken, and your behavior is so frivolous: I feel humiliated when people mention your name.
They talk about you in front of me, which sounds like a death knell; I'm shaking all over-why do I feel so attached to you? No one knows that I know you very well. Oh, I know you too well-I will regret it for a long time. This depth is hard to be humane. You and I met in secret, and I was silently sad. You cheated me, and your heart was finally forgotten.
How can I greet you if we meet again after many years? I can only be silent with tears. Beautiful moment Bitrak (Italy) Beautiful year, beautiful month, beautiful hour, beautiful season, beautiful moment, beautiful time, in a beautiful place, in this pleasant village, I had to give in easily as soon as I met her eyes.
Cupid's golden arrow hit my heart, it penetrated my heart deeply, and I tasted this first love. Fall into a painful and sweet love.
A beautiful voice from the heart keeps calling his wife's name, sighing, weeping and longing. I praised her with the best feelings, only for her, not for anyone else, I wrote such a beautiful poem.
Do you remember? Storm (German) Do you still remember that every spring night, we look down at the garden through the window lattice, where the fragrance of winter jasmine and lilac mysteriously floats in the night? The starry sky overhead is so vast, and you are so young:-Time flies secretly. How silent the night is! The singing of thousands of birds obviously came from the seaside; Our eyes crossed the treetops and silently looked at the hazy countryside.
It's spring all around us now, but we no longer have a hometown. Now I often stay up late to listen.
Listen to whether the night wind is still blowing to my hometown. Whoever gets married in his hometown will never wander in a foreign land again.
His eyes are always in his hometown: there is only a little comfort-we are still holding hands. Please say "I love you" again, Mrs. Browning (UK). Please say it again and say "I love you" to me. Even if you repeat it over and over again, you will regard it as "the cuckoo's song". But please remember, in the green mountains and forests, in the valleys and fields, even if the fresh spring comes in green, it is not perfect, if she lacks the syllables of cuckoo.
Love, surrounded by darkness, only heard the voice of fear, in that painful anxiety, I shouted: "Say it again: I love you!" " "No one can have too many stars, even if each one is spinning in space; Too many flowers, even if each one is full of spring? Say you love me, you love me, ring the bell! Just remember that you must love me with your soul, in silence. Lin, you are an April day on earth. I said that you are an April day on earth, and laughter illuminates the winds in all directions; The spirit of light dances and changes in the spring.
You are a cloud in the sky at the beginning of April. The wind at dusk is very soft, the stars blink inadvertently, and the drizzle is sprinkled in front of the flowers. It's light, it's graceful, you are, you are wearing a crown of flowers, you are naive, you are solemn, you are a full moon every night.
As yellow as a gosling, when the snow melts, you look tender, as green as a new bud, you are tender and happy, and the white lotus you are looking forward to in your dream floats on the water. You are a blooming tree, a swallow whispering among the beams, you are love, warmth, a poem, and you are an April day on earth! I want to be a rapids ... petofi (Hungary) I want to be a rapids, a small river between mountains, crossing rugged roads and rocks ... as long as my lover is a small fish, swimming happily in my waves.
I would like to be a barren forest, on both sides of the river, bravely fighting against the wind … as long as my lover is a bird, nesting and singing in my dense branches. I would like to be a ruin, on a steep rock, this silent destruction does not make me feel depressed … as long as my love, the ivy of youth, climbs up intimately along my desolate forehead.
I would like to be a hut, at the bottom of a deep valley, at the top of the hut, to be destroyed by wind and rain … as long as my lover, a lovely flame, shines slowly and happily in my stove. I would like to be a cloud, a broken gray flag, lazily floating in the vast sky, as long as my lover is a coral-like sunset glow, blooming brilliantly beside my pale face.
I will always wait for Yu Guangzhong. If I hear you pour out in the morning, the most beautiful verb, if I die that night, why should I be afraid? When I love, I feel sad. If I can't love as much as I can, your beauty will hurt me for no reason. This summer, as long as I stretch out my arm, a miracle will fall into my open palm, and then you will fall into my palm. For example, the palm of a lotus is facing a pool of pure fragrance, a quiet and spontaneous soul. Who will promise me a nickname? As long as there is a pool of red in summer, why meet you? Lotus is the nickname of Pearl Krabs. When I think of Pearl Krabs, I can see people when I see the lotus. As long as there is a fragrance in your dream, it is the end of summer, and that is the starry sky. Immortals will always be the soul of lotus. I'll wait for you to separate your lips, say it, and spit out that verb. Anyone who has loved will never forget it. Those who have been hurt will always be hurt.
My scar is red and soul-stirring, branded with lotus-shaped accidental Xu Zhimo. I am a cloud in the sky, and occasionally it projects on your heart-you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy-and then disappears in an instant. You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; It would be better if you remember, but you'd better forget the light released at this meeting! Here -Shelley (UK) 1 There is a word that is often abused, and I don't want to abuse it again; There is a feeling that is not valued, how can we despise it again? There is a kind of hope that is too much like despair, and prudence cannot crush it; Just asking for your heartfelt pity is extremely precious to me.
I'll give it.
2. Love poems
Tenth, Guan Guanluo dove, in Hezhou, my fair lady, Marty ................................................................................................................................................... Guan Ju (classic index: 8 points, affectionate index: 4 points) Rating: 6 points This legendary China's oldest love poem is direct and simple, without melodramatic concealment or exaggerated grandstanding, which truly reflects the anxiety that men cannot turn over in pursuit of beautiful women.
It turns out that with its classic status, the ranking can be higher, but it has not caught up yet, so there is nothing wrong with ranking tenth. Ninth place, the crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, suddenly looking back, people were there, and the lights were dim.
-Song; Xin Qiji's Jade Case. Lantern Festival (classic index: 7 points, affectionate index: 6 points) score: 6.5 points. On the Lantern Festival, I met a beautiful woman, searched and searched, and finally met again. Xin Qiji's Jade Case is full of warm one-night stand style, which changes Mr. Jia Xuan's heroic ci style and describes his feelings very delicately.
Looking at the whole poem, it is not difficult to find that it is not so much the pursuit of lovers as the self-pity and loneliness of the sad people. Eighth place, why do you want to be a mandarin duck and not envy immortals?
-Tang; Lu Guyi Chang 'an (classic index: 7 points, affectionate index: 7 points) Rating: 7 points As one of the four outstanding figures in the early Tang Dynasty, Lu Chuanshi's works are not many, and this one can be called a masterpiece. Yuanyang flounder is often used by the author to describe the lingering beauty between lovers, especially the second half of the sentence, which is a true portrayal of countless marriages.
I just don't know the creative background of this poem. I don't know if it's the author's feeling or ingenuity. Because I dare not talk nonsense about its affectionate degree, the affectionate index is low, ranking eighth. Seventh, flowers drift, one kind of acacia, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. -Song; Li Qingzhao's Cut a Plum (classic index: 7 points, affectionate index: 7 points) score: 7 points Actually, I like Slow Voice, the first talented woman in ancient China, which is really a masterpiece, but the style of words is too sad, because she misses her old country and her late husband.
Compared with this poem "Pruning Plums", although it is also a description of lovesickness, it does not make readers feel gloomy, but smiles at Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng, a model couple of love. No wonder, the word "Be immersed in love" describes kannika nimtragol's lovesickness mentality too vividly.
The classic index of ci is neck and neck with the affectionate index, ranking seventh. Sixth, tenderness is like water, courtesy is like a dream, and Gu Qiaogui is forbearing.
If two people have a long relationship, they won't go to court. -Song; Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy" (classic index: 8, affectionate index: 7) score: 7.5. Qin Shaoyou's "The Fairy of the Que Bridge" eulogized the faithful love with the myth that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet every year, and it spread in the streets as soon as it was written.
Especially in the second half, it is really the finishing touch, which means lofty, refined and innovative, which makes people memorable and has been passed down to this day. The classic index is naturally better, and the affectionate index is not too much. It is logical to rank sixth.
Fifth, once the sea is difficult for water, it will always be amber. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
-Tang; Yuan Zhen's "Leaving Thoughts" (classic index: 9 points, affectionate index: 7 points) score: 8 points. The story of "The Morning of the King of Chu and the Goddess of Wushan" has been sung since "Songs of Chu Shi Yu", and Yuan Zhen deeply remembers his dead wife with this story as the background. This poem, especially the first half, is very popular and is often quoted by spoony people.
The second half of the sentence shows that half of the author's detachment is due to love, which seems to be not deep enough, which lowers the affectionate index of the poem, but it still enters the top five because of its enduring popularity. Fourth, family ties have been hurt and parted since ancient times, which is more comparable to the Cold and Autumn Festival.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. It's been years.
It should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
-Song; Liu Yong's Yulin Ling (classic index: 8, affectionate index: 9) score: 8.5. Liu is free, and spent most of his life relying on the red in the fireworks Liuxiang, a bit like Jia Baoyu in the Grand View Garden. Even the voice of the fallen geisha is: I don't want to be called by the king, I want to be called by Liu Qi; I don't want thousands of gold, I want to get Liu Qixin; I don't want to see the gods, I want to know the seven sides of the willow tree.
Liu, who sings in the gentle township, is naturally a passionate seed. A song "Yulinling" resounded through the dance halls in the north and south of the river, and the beautiful lyrics told the parting and hate, which made people feel inseparable. Third, what is the love in the world? Teach people life and death! Flying in all directions, the old wings are hot and cold several times-gold; Yuan Haowen's Fishing (classic index: 9, affectionate index: 9) score: 9. The wide spread of this word is thanks to Li Mochou written by Mr. Jin Yong, who sings repeatedly all day like Sister Xianglin.
This sad and touching sentence, which has been passed down through the ages, has deep feelings for spoony people and reveals deep melancholy and sadness for feelings. Life and death! Live together until death and death.
So classic and affectionate, this word ranks among the top ten classic love poems in ancient China. Second, it was long before I met her, but after we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Tang; Li Shangyin's Untitled (classic index: 9, affectionate index: 10) score: 9.5. The first poem in Li Shangyin's Untitled is a classic, such as "However, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn" and "Even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes?" And "and a moment that should last forever, unconsciously came and went", these are exclamatory quatrains describing love, and it is really difficult to choose from them.
This song is my favorite, but it is often used as a metaphor for teachers when I am studying. Several untitled poems are beautifully worded, with profound feelings and profound implications, and the tenderness contained in the poems is memorable.
This poem became the second place, and other poems also contributed, which is an affirmation of Li Shangyin's success in describing love. First, on the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we confided to each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
-Tang; Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow (classic index: 10, affectionate index: 10) score: 10.
Poems about love are obscure 1.
Byron (England) wanted to break up with us, crying silently, feeling that we had been separated for many years and could not help but feel heartache; Your face is cold and white, and your kiss is more like cold ice. Oh, that moment was a harbinger of my sadness today.
The cold dew in the morning condensed and cooled my forehead, which seemed to be a warning to me at this moment. Your vows are all broken, and your behavior is so frivolous: I feel humiliated when people mention your name.
They talk about you in front of me, which sounds like a death knell; I'm shaking all over-why do I feel so attached to you? No one knows that I know you very well. Oh, I know you too well-I will regret it for a long time. This depth is hard to be humane. You and I met in secret, and I was silently sad. You cheated me, and your heart was finally forgotten.
How can I greet you if we meet again after many years? I can only be silent with tears. Beautiful moment Bitrak (Italy) Beautiful year, beautiful month, beautiful hour, beautiful season, beautiful moment, beautiful time, in a beautiful place, in this pleasant village, I had to give in easily as soon as I met her eyes.
Cupid's golden arrow hit my heart, it penetrated my heart deeply, and I tasted this first love. Fall into a painful and sweet love.
A beautiful voice from the heart keeps calling his wife's name, sighing, weeping and longing. I praised her with the best feelings, only for her, not for anyone else, I wrote such a beautiful poem.
Do you remember? Storm (German) Do you still remember that every spring night, we look down at the garden through the window lattice, where the fragrance of winter jasmine and lilac mysteriously floats in the night? The starry sky overhead is so vast, and you are so young:-Time flies secretly. How silent the night is! The singing of thousands of birds obviously came from the seaside; Our eyes crossed the treetops and silently looked at the hazy countryside.
It's spring all around us now, but we no longer have a hometown. Now I often stay up late to listen.
Listen to whether the night wind is still blowing to my hometown. Whoever gets married in his hometown will never wander in a foreign land again.
His eyes are always in his hometown: there is only a little comfort-we are still holding hands. Please say "I love you" again, Mrs. Browning (UK). Please say it again and say "I love you" to me. Even if you repeat it over and over again, you will regard it as "the cuckoo's song". But please remember, in the green mountains and forests, in the valleys and fields, even if the fresh spring comes in green, it is not perfect, if she lacks the syllables of cuckoo.
Love, surrounded by darkness, only heard the voice of fear, in that painful anxiety, I shouted: "Say it again: I love you!" " "No one can have too many stars, even if each one is spinning in space; Too many flowers, even if each one is full of spring? Say you love me, you love me, ring the bell! Just remember that you must love me with your soul, in silence. Lin, you are an April day on earth. I said that you are an April day on earth, and laughter illuminates the winds in all directions; The spirit of light dances and changes in the spring.
You are a cloud in the sky at the beginning of April. The wind at dusk is very soft, the stars blink inadvertently, and the drizzle is sprinkled in front of the flowers. It's light, it's graceful, you are, you are wearing a crown of flowers, you are naive, you are solemn, you are a full moon every night.
As yellow as a gosling, when the snow melts, you look tender, as green as a new bud, you are tender and happy, and the white lotus you are looking forward to in your dream floats on the water. You are a blooming tree, a swallow whispering among the beams, you are love, warmth, a poem, and you are an April day on earth! I would like to be a torrent ... petofi (Hungary) I would like to be a torrent, a small river between mountains, crossing rugged roads and rocks ... as long as my lover is a small fish, swimming happily in my waves.
I would like to be a barren forest, on both sides of the river, bravely fighting against the wind … as long as my lover is a bird, nesting and singing in my dense branches. I would like to be a ruin, on a steep rock, this silent destruction does not make me feel depressed … as long as my love, the ivy of youth, climbs up intimately along my desolate forehead.
I would like to be a hut, at the bottom of a deep valley, at the top of the hut, to be destroyed by wind and rain … as long as my lover, a lovely flame, shines slowly and happily in my stove. I would like to be a cloud, a broken gray flag, lazily floating in the vast sky, as long as my lover is a coral-like sunset glow, blooming brilliantly beside my pale face.
I will always wait for Yu Guangzhong. If I hear you pour out in the morning, the most beautiful verb, if I die that night, why should I be afraid? When I love, I feel sad. If I can't love as much as I can, your beauty will hurt me for no reason. This summer, as long as I stretch out my arm, a miracle will fall into my open palm, and then you will fall into my palm. For example, the palm of a lotus is facing a pool of pure fragrance, a quiet and spontaneous soul. Who will promise me a nickname? As long as there is a pool of red in summer, why meet you? Lotus is the nickname of Pearl Krabs. When I think of Pearl Krabs, I can see people when I see the lotus. As long as there is a fragrance in your dream, it is the end of summer, and that is the starry sky. Immortals will always be the soul of lotus. I'll wait for you to separate your lips, say it, and spit out that verb. Anyone who has loved will never forget it. Those who have been hurt will always be hurt.
My scar is red and soul-stirring, branded with lotus-shaped accidental Xu Zhimo. I am a cloud in the sky, and occasionally it projects on your heart-you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy-and then disappears in an instant. You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; It would be better if you remember, but you'd better forget the light released at this meeting! Here -Shelley (UK) 1 There is a word that is often abused, and I don't want to abuse it again; There is a feeling that is not valued, how can we despise it again? There is a kind of hope that is too much like despair, and prudence cannot crush it; Just asking for your heartfelt pity is extremely precious to me.
I'll give it.