Chinese culture is extensive and profound. There are many poems about love, there are also many poems about beautiful marriages in the world, and there are many poems about unrequited love. Many of them have been read. It brought tears to our eyes as we read it. The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side. If you follow it back, the road is blocked and long; if you follow it, you will wander in the middle of the water. The jianjia is desolate, the egret is not resting, the so-called beauty is on the water's edge. If you follow it when you trace back, you will find your way through the obstacles; if you follow it when you trace back, you will feel like you are swimming in the water. When you are collecting jianjia, the white dew has not stopped. The so-called beauty is in the stream of water. If you follow it back, you will find the road blocked and to the right; if you follow it, you will wander in the water. I like this poem very much. The man and woman in the poem have lovers, and it is difficult for them to be together. The road to love is very bumpy, which makes us feel very regretful.
This song {Secret Love} is helpless and inexplicably makes my heart feel like it is burning, and my heart is stupid and my face is as stupid as before. The beauty in front of you is like a prick of needles, and your secret love is the most pitiable thing in the world. Seeing Jun's appearance after being electrocuted by ten thousand volts is like a dream in one's heart. Infatuated dreams and infatuated hearts are like fire, burning my heart and face flushing. Shows the pain of secret love.
My favorite is Xi Murong's "Prints"? If summer can return to the mountains, if God allows us to meet again, then let the leaves of the fern be green again, and then green. Let The stream is running, the years are like jade. At that time, nothing has happened, and there are no signs of anything. In the distant morning, there is a sketch with not much ink. You emerge from the gray and crowded crowd and give me a shy smile. If I had known that I would never be able to forget you. I would no longer be careless. I would try my best to carve out that ancient summer day when we first met. I would carve out a complex and refined copper plate deeply and slowly. I would regret every scratch. If I had known that I would never forget this for the rest of my life. I am a human being in this world, and I love to fall into this world and think hard about it. The fragrance of plum blossoms makes me feel melancholy, and the wind blows by and my heart breaks.
The love in this poem is what we yearn for