2. Vague love poems
Love prose poems on rainy days 1. Complete love poems in the rain
It's raining outside, but it's lonely under the umbrella.
Xihua Mountain is beautiful, and the rain urges flowers to moisten and sing.
Soft clouds and rain around Pingchuan, light spirit listening to the phoenix tree, affectionate since ancient times, self-hatred, tears falling cinnabar who pity to listen.
After singing the farewell song, you untied another boat in the distance. There are green hills on both sides and red leaves on the mountains. The water is rushing eastward. When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing.
In the street, in the rain, waiting alone. I don't know whether he will come again.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
The wind and rain stopped crying silently, and acacia was in the misty rain.
Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
White flowers, in the rain, waiting for the arrival of sunny days. In adversity, learn to wait.
Standing in the rain with an umbrella and listening to the flowers, it turns out that rainy days can be so romantic.
2. Complete love poems about rain
1 Tang's Notes for a Friend in the North on a Rainy Night Li Shangyin+03133532363134313313032313635333e58685
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. 2. Song Yan Dao Ji's "Linjiang Fairy, Balcony Lock after Dream". After the dream, the balcony locks and the drunken curtain hangs.
When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa.
At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds. 3. Song Yan Dao Ji's "See you before mowing the grass steps" was first seen before mowing the grass steps, and was also seen on the needled floor.
The girls are playing games in the competition. I saw you on the grass in front of the rank, like other girls, your clothes were covered with dew, and your hair was swaying in the breeze. I was deeply impressed by that lively and beautiful mood.
The other is the seventh festival, and girls must have needles at night. I hate Jin Pingkong when I'm sober.
Unexpectedly, at the end of the year, Iraqis are like dark clouds, and they don't know where to go. 4 Wu Song Wenying's "Banquet Du Qing Qiu Gan" Wanli Guan Heyan.
Sorrow and condensation, dim and lingering, red and astringent. The sky is low and the trees are far away. When the tide breaks through Hong Kong, the road goes back to Huaidian.
Whip also refers to lonely shops. Send high curative value and golden wind late.
Since ancient times, I have hated talented people and beautiful women. I am deeply touched by this situation. The old garden in Wu Wang.
Don't come to friends and crows' parties. Brush a candle, fly to catch the moon, and the dream is broken.
There is no limit as long as you go. Money note, Ding Ning turned over the wild goose.
Send acacia, cold rain lamp window, hibiscus old courtyard. 5 Wei's "Autumn Night Behind the Mountain" is an empty mountain and stands on an autumn night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. Why did the ancients like to write poems with rain? Because rain was also regarded as a gift from God in ancient times, it can wash away filth and has auspicious meaning. The sound of rain falling to the ground is like nature. At different times and in different moods, you will have different feelings.
3. Love poems describing rain
In Budze in spring, everything gives birth to brilliance-
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors-"Singing Willow" by Tang and Zhang Zhi.
The rain in the sky is crisp, the grass is far and near, but there is nothing. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is better than the misty willows everywhere in the imperial city —— Tang Hanyu's Eighteen Members of the Water Donation Department in Early Spring.
Peach blossoms are three or two outside the bamboo, and the duck prophet warms the spring river. -Stone "Two Night Scenes along the Spring River".
Waiting for the east wind will always be spring. -Spring in Song Zhuxi.
I want to get wet by clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, but my face doesn't feel cold. -"Jueju" Southern Song Dynasty Zhinan monk.
Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. -Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang.
A hundred birds are startled when the moon rises, and spring flows when it sings. -Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek.
The rain brought by the spring tide comes late and quickly, and no one can cross the boat in the wild. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.
4. Essays or poems about rain
Wei's Dwelling House: Although the nobles are different, everyone has a camp when they go out. There is nothing to pull, so this seclusion. Rainy night is coming, I wonder if spring grass will grow. The green hills are breaking dawn, and birds are singing in the house. Sometimes I make dolls with Taoist priests or walk with firewood. Since the Ann Jian bad, this person is bo Rong Shi.
Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night": Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Bai Juyi's Shang Yang's White-haired Man: "The shadow behind the lamp is lingering, and the rustling rain beats against the window" (excerpt)
Jiang Kui's "Ping Fu sees a move and doesn't want to leave": I'm too old to listen to orchestral music, and it's not convenient to have a drink when I'm sick. Life is alive, and it is rare to encounter good rain before the summer heat this autumn; When enjoying the cool, please let me stay at home with a warm pillow.
Su Shi's Ding Fengbo: If you don't listen to the leaves beating in the Woods, why not sing and walk slowly? Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. The cold spring breeze woke me up, and the weather was a little cold, but the mountains caught my eye with oblique photos. Looking back at the bleak land, there is no wind, no rain and no eyes. (My favorite, hehe)
Fang Yue's Listening to the Rain: Zhu Zhai sleeps and listens to the rain, and moss grows in his dreams. Opposite the lonely mountain, idle birds don't guess.
Wei's Xixi Chuzhou: I pity the grass alone, and there are orioles singing in the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Wang Zao's "Two Stories about Things" (1): Swallows will whisper in summer, and the green locust garden will not be overcast. No one saw the rain in the west window, and the banana was just a few feet away.
Wentong's "After the Rain in Beizhai": After the rain, two birds come to occupy bamboo, and in autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers.
Zheng Wenbao's Liu Zhi Ci: Pavilion painting is a spring pool until pedestrians are half drunk; Regardless of the misty rain, I will hate Jiangnan.
Xu Fuchun visits the lake: When will the swallows return? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom. After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees.
Weng Juan's "April in the Country": The mountains and rivers are covered with white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Zhao Shixiu's Guest: It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. (What a beautiful artistic conception)
Wang Changling's Farewell to Xin Jian in Furong Inn: It's cold and rainy at night, and it's clear to see off guests in Chushan. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
The article's "More Leakage": Indus, the rain in the middle of the night, is the pain of love that never gives up. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. (Beautiful beyond words)
Dai Shulun's Suxi Pavilion: Yan did not return in the Spring Festival Evening, and a misty rain chilled the apricot blossoms.
Li Shangyin: You asked me that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
There are also many lyrics, such as rain in June, coming to Taipei to watch the rain in winter, meteor shower, continuous rain, red rain, blue sky, rain, not tears, how are you in a foreign land, a cloud made of rain in the wind and so on. These songs all have lyrics about rain. You can look them up. It's as simple as that.
5. Poems or sentences about the rain of love.
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny, but there are sunny rain bells in Liu Yong. Shan Gui >; If someone is a mountain, Xue Lixi will take care of her daughter; Laughing is awkward and decent, and children are eager to be kind and gentle; Take the red leopard from the text, and the Xinyi car will be noble; Being brought to Du Heng by Shi Lan Xi, I lost my mind; The rest of the place can't see the sky, and the road can't be immune; Table independence and Yamanoe, cloud full capacity; It's dark, foggy, the east wind is falling, and the gods are raining; Stay in practice and forget to return. At the age of 20, you are embarrassed and grateful. Take "Three Shows in the Mountain" as an example, Shi Lei Schiller Gorman; Complaining that my son forgot to return it, you think I can't be idle; People in the mountains are fragrant with Du Ruoxiang and drink pine and cypress in Yanquan; You think I am suspicious; Thunder fills the rain, and the mouth of the cave rings at night; The wind is rustling and the wood is rustling. I miss my son and I am worried.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
I'll make do with it. ) thinking of yuan Zhen, the sea is difficult for water, and amber is always there. I am lazy to look back at the flowers, half bound to practice and half bound to the gentleman. Is there any water? ) Li Yulin's flowers thanked Chunhong in the dark night. She was in a hurry, but she came to the wind after the cold rain. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.
Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. Yan's Linjiang Fairy is independent, and the swift is in pairs. Li Yu's Sauvignon Blanc is a cloud or a vortex, and jade is a shuttle. Shirts are thin and snails are light.
There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three or two bananas outside the curtain. There's nothing people can do about it.
Yu Lou Chun Yan Shu Qing Yang Cao Changting Road, young and easy to abandon people. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
Is there enough to add: it's a bit messy.
6. Poems about rain
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's clothes are wet, and Liu Feng's face is cold.
-the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's "The Storm on November 4th" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring.
-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
-Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's "Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang crossed the Lingdingyang, the mountain was empty after the rain, and beginning of autumn at dusk-(Wang Wei: "Mountain in Autumn") There was no rain on the mountain road, and the clothes were wet-(Wang Wei:)
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! Dong Sheng rises and falls in the west, but Tao is ruthless but affectionate.
The autumn wind is bleak, the autumn grass is yellow and the autumn night is long. I feel that the autumn window is boundless and bleak like wind and rain.
-A Dream of Red Mansions.
7. Are there any love poems about rain?
When it rains and snows, hibiscus shines at night.
Zui Xiang is accompanied by orange pomelo, and the river wind draws rain into the boat to cool it. Recalling that I am far away in Xiaoxiang, I can clearly hear the apes growing up in their dreams.
A touch of Daishan in the distance is picturesque in the hazy smoke. Jiangnan ancient town, you and I hold a handful of oiled paper.
Walking leisurely in the alley with green slate under an umbrella.
Waltz in the rain, different romance, different mood.
Rainy nights add ten thousand kinds of tenderness and don't want to get drunk.
Intermittent rain, just because of endless waiting, moistens my heart If I can give my love to the rain, I hope you can feel it.
Here you are.
I like rain because I love you. On rainy days, we are under a warm umbrella.
The breeze with a touch of cool rain brushed our hair, adding a touch of charm to your pretty face.
It's raining outside, but it's lonely under the umbrella.
Xihua Mountain is beautiful, and the rain urges flowers to moisten and sing.
Soft clouds and rain around Pingchuan, light spirit listening to the phoenix tree, affectionate since ancient times, self-hatred, tears falling cinnabar who pity to listen.
After singing the farewell song, you untied another boat in the distance. There are green hills on both sides and red leaves on the mountains. The water is rushing eastward. When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing.
In the street, in the rain, waiting alone. I don't know whether he will come again.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Tears are silent after the storm. Acacia is 3231313353236313431303231363533e59b9e7ad943133337393465 in that smoke.
Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
White flowers, in the rain, waiting for the arrival of sunny days. In adversity, learn to wait.
Standing in the rain with an umbrella and listening to the flowers, it turns out that rainy days can be so romantic.
Poems about hazy love 1. The most romantic and hazy love sentences, poems, articles, etc. (Don't be so vulgar)
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you!
Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! It's been a long time, and it's still there, day and night
Put up with a thousand dollars for a smile? After all, lovesickness is better than meeting.
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.
A thousand-year dream, the past is as light as water. At the end of the song, people are scattered. The Millennium dream was awakened.
Looking at the Millennium is a smile? Are they tears? What is uncertain is hope? Is it despair?
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
Lonely and ownerless, the day is heavy and bitter, and the night is full of dancing. The cold moon hangs in the air, the wind blows the veil and my heart is broken. Bow your head and move flowers, and the east wind will play tricks on you. The face is better than the whole city, but there are feelings, and the eyebrows are light.
Linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean, do you know how much you miss it?
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.
Tears can be chased after, but incoherent words are hard to send.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
Old meaning, vicissitudes of life, remember, sad person. White hair and withered lamps travel all over the world, and once lonely, they turn into hangovers.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring?
A day without seeing your face seems as long as March!
How much is a one-night stand for lovesickness? The ends of the earth are not long.
Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep.
This is my life, and I have shed a thousand tears for you.
What's wrong with being drunk for you? I'm afraid my heart will break when I wake up!
Wangfu, the river is long; A woman turned to stone and never looked back.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
2. Graceful and misty poetic love poems
Phoenix wants to burn Phoenix Feng back to his hometown and travel around the world to burn her.
I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and it is soaring! Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever.
Who knows in the middle of the night? My wings fly high and my thoughts make me sad. Magnolia Zhang Xian had a dream of meeting each other when he left, and the horseshoe dust outside had moved. The songs of complaint are reserved for him to listen to when he is drunk. They are too far away to be seen in the air. Who knows tonight * * *, pipa groove swallowed the phoenix. Nothing in life is more affectionate than the river and the mountains are not heavy. Nine must have let Hu go to Dongshan in a fog for the sake of elegance, so why not take the red dress and take the back car? Luo Yiquan was in tears, so he kept silent and gave it to the king.
You live in a painted building by the river, and my concubine lives in a cape to send tide. There are my homesick tears in the tide, but they don't flow in front of the building.
My concubine is willing to draw a picture for the cloud, and you promise to see her come home on the 10th. I'm afraid you'll look back at the high city and lean against the tower to watch the sunset.
The tallest building is covered with old worries and blushes. Remember for a long time, swim shoulder.
The skirt covers the stockings and peach blossoms, and the thin shirt lightly fans the apricot blossom building. Travel several times, get drunk several times, stay several times.
Unexpectedly, the spring breeze is broken. Unexpectedly, the clouds also dispersed.
Old days are easy, but hate is hard to pay. Bees don't understand people's sufferings and swallows don't understand people's worries.
When will the old love be over? Last January night, the flower market was brightly lit.
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve. When Zhou Bangyan leaves the forest, the apricot falls on the golden plate.
Soft teeth are afraid of tasting acid. Unfortunately, it's half broken and purple, and it's printed with small lips.
In the south, I have nothing to do. The rain is full of stains.
Needless to say, a spring wound is all between the eyebrows. Go home with a whip and a hangover.
There is a light rain at night, and the wind of the double swallow dance is oblique. The mountains are endless, and the water is endless.
Send the taste of spring, miss the distant feelings, and pay Huayang. Love Poems in The Book of Songs: Guan Ju (Nan Zhou in The Book of Songs) Guan Ju's pigeon is in Hezhou.
A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her. If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day.
Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again. Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple. Pull shepherd's purse from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her. Jia Jian (The Book of Songs Qin Feng) Jia Jian is pale and frost for thousands of years.
The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from it, in the middle of the water
After a long time, the Millennium is not clear. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Tracing back and forth from it, the road is blocked and broken. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
Evil (Han Yuefu folk songs) evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you! Looking at the moon and thinking of a person in the distance (Zhang Tang 90), the moon is full at sea now. At this time, Tianya * * * brings a separated heart, and the night is long and considerate. Although I blew out the candle, it didn't get dark. Although I put on my coat, it didn't get warm, so I left my message to the moon and still had a dream. The moonlit night (Tang) by the river is even with the sea level, and the moon is born on the sea.
I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. Jinse (Don Li Shangyin) I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which has a flower-like interval. In daydreaming, Saint Zhuangzi was bewitched by butterflies, and the emperor's spring heart cried in the cuckoo. Mermaids cried their pearl-like tears in the moon-like green ocean, and the blue fields breathed their jade in the sun. The moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously. Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin) ended with empty words, and the moonlit building was at five o'clock. Dreams are far away and it's hard to cry, and books are pushed into ink. Blue burns your candle in its kingfisher-feather lantern, musk embroidered hibiscus micro. Liu Lang already hates Pengshan. And you're on the other side, 10 thousand peaks away Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin) I have known her for a long time, and we have been apart for a long time. The east wind rises, the flowers bloom, and the spring silkworm dies. Every night, the candle cries and the wick changes, but I dare to sing at night and the moonlight is cold. There are not many roads to go in Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin) Last night, the wind was windy, and Guitang East was on the west side of the painting building. Without Cai Feng's wings, the heart is in harmony. Spring wine is sent to the hook every other seat, and the candle is covered with wax.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Ying Huan (Li Yu of Southern Tang Dynasty) went to the West Building alone without words, and the moon was like a hook.
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow.
It's not just the general taste. The waves of sand make the rain outside the curtain gurgle and the spring fades away.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Wu Ye Tiao (Southern Tang Li Yu) thanked Chunhong and was anxious. The cold rain came early and the wind came late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.
Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. Queqiaoxian (Guan) skillfully uses thin clouds, flying stars spread grievances, and silver and Korea are dark.
When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? Yu Linling (Song) is chilling and sad.
The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.
Customs are strange, who to talk to. Feng (Song) leans against the dangerous house.
Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke.
Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently? I'm getting drunk.
When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt.
It's worth getting tired for my coquetry. Jade case yuan (Song.
3. primitive and hazy modern love poems,
mood
Shuyuan
The shade is full of sunshine flowers,
Blooming is my hope for you,
Listen closer,
Voice of bloom.
Walk into my heart,
Tonight means me.
There is a flower under the rose.
It's my scattered heart.
When you finally walk by casually. ,
Sorrow adds to the loss on the face.
How many strands of white hair do you miss? ,
That's dew, tears falling at midnight at night.
Fell all over the floor behind you,
That's what I wrote about sadness.
When the years are solidified in amber,
That's the memory I left you.
Never far away in my heart,
That's a poem I wrote.
Yes, except for missing you.
This is a song I wrote when I was most depressed after being rejected by girls. The book is far from my pen name, and it will be famous in the future, because I belong to the original type, and everything I write is very new and strange. I hope it meets your requirements. It is strictly forbidden to be used for commercial purposes. This is copyrighted.
4. Seek a philosophical vague sentence that quickly describes love.
1, life is impermanent, and peace of mind is the destination. When people are tired, they rest; When you are tired, just calm down. When you grow up and mature, this society will see through. Tired and sad, just squat down and give yourself a hug. Because no one in this world can sympathize with you and pity you.
2, girls should love themselves, no matter how difficult you encounter, no matter how sad you encounter. The excuse for falling is also falling. The less you love yourself, the less people love you.
3. Sunrise and sunset in the East China Sea are also a day of sadness and joy; People are comfortable when they are not entangled in things.
4, reflect a person's accomplishment, not when he is calm, but when he is angry and dry; Reflect a person's rationality, not when it is calm, but when it is noisy; Reflect a person's compassion, not when he is condescending, but when he speaks lightly; When thinking about one thing, there is no need to think too thoroughly.
5, understand people's hearts, there is no need to say it all, leave a little more room in your mouth. Accusing others should be moderate, not harsh, and be generous in your eyes. Thousands of people. Smiling is the first medicine to nourish the soul, and frowning is the first steel knife to hurt yourself. Why care too much? Life is comfortable, your eyes are half closed.
6. In the course of life, gains and losses are interactive: with the sunny sky, there is no rain to dance; Spring tides rise and autumn reds fall; More noise, less silence; Get busy and stay away from leisure.
7. Life is short, live with your heart. Don't live a rigid and tangled life, you need a little humor. The journey of years is engraved with joys and sorrows. Today, when you walked by, you said goodbye to a passing landscape. Experience shapes the stability of life, and the overlap of gains and losses makes us understand gratitude and tolerance.
8. My heart is like a mirror. I know that if I talk too much, I will lose a lot, but I know that this disgust can't be said or expressed in my expression. So, I use silence to stop it from happening.
9. At noon in midsummer, the scorching sun bakes everything on the earth mercilessly. The earth was scorched by the sun, as if it were covered by a huge steamer, which made people breathless.
10, the years left only desolation everywhere. People can't fully understand others, and even it is doubtful whether they understand themselves. It is impossible 100% to know each other, so people will try to let others know themselves, and life will be interesting.
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