A modern poem about liking someone 1. A poem about having a crush on someone.
1. If there is a kind of beauty, I will never forget it. If I don't see it for a day, I will think crazily. Feng Qiu Qin Huang ge
2. I don't regret the widening of my belt, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi
3. "When you are old": When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the softness of your eyes in the past and their heavy shadows in the past; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. Hanging down by the red light stove, gentle and sad vulgar works, please delete the disappearance of love, walk slowly on the mountain overhead, and hide your face among a group of stars. (English version of Ye Zhi is better)
4. The Millennium is frost. 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 Hey, is that the Millennium? . The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and embarrassing; Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. Jia Cai, the so-called Iraqis are in the water before the Millennium. . Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and right; Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. Jiaxu
5. My diary became your words.
2. What is Wu's poem "Like a Person"?
Like someone,
Starting from the face value, trapped in talent,
Loyal to the role, obsessed with the body,
Fascinated by sound, intoxicated by family.
-Wu "Like a Person"
What hurts you is not the other person's ruthlessness,
It's your fantasy persistence.
Love is always the effort of two people,
It is not a person's grievance.
Like someone,
Starting from the face value, trapped in talent,
Loyal to the role, obsessed with the body,
Fascinated by sound, intoxicated by family.
Being together like this,
Married to love,
May you meet a mature lover,
May you be less hurt when you are stubborn,
I hope you can catch up when you wake up.
I like someone, but I can't say it. Use an ancient poem or a famous modern poem.
1, wait for a plum soul, whisper to Iraq at dusk and moonlight.
Jin Yong written by Liu in Ming Dynasty has a cold wave and a relentless afterglow. This is Xiao Xiao Nanpu. Blow more, frost alone, recall, old flying floc.
It's getting late, the smoke is falling in the sun, and when I see the traveler, I'm so thin that I dance. There is always a desolation and haggard, and there are many beautiful sentences in Yantai.
Spring brings autumn rain. It hurts to miss the past.
It's fascinating, painting Agger around the embankment, leaving the cold behind, and the water clouds are still there. Recalling the past, a little east wind and a few heavy curtains, my eyebrows are sad.
Waiting for a beautiful soul, whispering with Iraq in the dusk moonlight. Interpretation: there are chilly water waves and some worries; Only the sunshine in the west casts a bleak shadow and gradually disappears; The waterfront in the south is my farewell place. When you left, a gust of wind brought desolation to Num.
The wind is blowing again, blowing the willows on the river bank. First frost willow branches, the last yellow leaves fall, and the shadow is so lonely.
Do you still remember the time when catkins were flying like snow? I looked at your distant sail shadow for a long time, until night arrival, the waves floated up, it was boundless smoke, confused the last sunset. Only the lonely willow greeted passers-by in a hurry, twisting its thin waist as if dancing gently.
In spring, we fell in love, but in this cold autumn, countless lovesickness tears were born. Recalling the intimacy when holding hands, that kind of sadness is like countless strings tied to my heart.
The dancing boat is still walking slowly around the river bank, but my heart is so cold, the water is flowing and the clouds are still floating like that. I just don't know where you are, my heart. Remembering those days of falling in love is like an east wind, but how weak the wind is, it can't blow into the overlapping curtains, just let this lovesickness be deeply engraved in my brow.
I can only wait for the spirit of plum blossom. In the dead of night, when the moon stars are scarce, I told her my anguish and asked her to convey my deep thoughts to you. 2, afraid of breaking the red, and lovesickness, why did you see it?
Zhou Bangyan's "Six Ugly Fallen Flowers" is full of melancholy and yin deficiency. May spring stay and return like wings.
Without a trace. In order to ask where the flowers are, the night wind and rain, Chu Palace buried.
The place where the hair clasp falls is fragrant. Messed up peaches and turned over willows.
Who are you sad for? But the bee-mediated butterfly succeeded, and sometimes it knocked on the window.
The East Garden was silent. It's getting darker and bluer.
Quietly around the bottom of the treasure cluster, into a sigh. A long road annoys travelers.
It's like holding clothes and so on. It's endless. Disabled people are small and strong.
Finally, it is not like a flower. The hairpin's head waved and leaned towards the person. Where you drift, don't take advantage of the tide
Afraid of breaking the red, and the word acacia, how can you tell? Interpretation: It's time to change clothes. I just hate it when guests live in different places and time goes by in vain.
Pray for stop for a minute in spring, and spring will come back like a bird flying away without a trace. Where are the roses now? At night, a sudden storm buried the beauty of southern Chu.
Petals fell to the ground, like a beautiful woman's hairpin, emitting residual fragrance, cluttered with peach blossom paths, gently dancing in the streets of Liu Yang. Who will feel sorry for many lovers falling in love? Only bees and butterflies, like matchmakers, always knock on the window to convey their affection.
The East Garden is silent, and gradually the vegetation is lush and dense, and the shade is deep and blue. Wandering around the precious Bai Yutang, sighing constantly.
Roses stretch out long branches and deliberately hook the clothes of pedestrians, as if holding skirts, expecting the words of leaning against leaves, revealing infinite parting. Pick up a small residual flower and barely hold it on the headscarf.
After all, it is not like a flower on a beautiful woman's head, trembling and swaying, with her back to people. Flowers, don't go with the flow.
I'm afraid the broken flowers still have the words acacia written on them. How can you see it? 3, what is not acacia, bamboo on the river. Dengfeier Temple, made by Wu Jun in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, is based on confusing clouds and the daughter of the emperor.
Fold the Han Wu Shan, pick the hole belly. Therefore, it is good to be light and thin, and life will gain thousands of miles.
What is not lovesickness? Bamboo grows by the river. Explanation: The strange change of clouds in the morning is dazzling, probably because E Huang and Nv Ying live here.
They either pick unopened lotus flowers under Wushan Mountain or pick shepherd's purse in Dongting Lake. I miss you very much. I hope the boat will be lighter and faster, and I will take the Wan Li Road and ride the wind and waves.
Acacia here is very strong, especially torreya grandis, which grows luxuriantly by the river. 4, linglong dice Ann red beans, bone acacia know.
From Tang Dynasty, two poems by Nan Gezi/a new poem by Yang Liuzhi. Second, light a deep candle at the bottom of the well, and Lang Changxing won't go. Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia?
Interpretation: lighting candles in the middle of the night deeply enjoins you. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. My heart is with you. Remember not to forget the date of return. Small and exquisite dice are inlaid with red beans that symbolize acacia. Do you know that it is my longing for you that goes deep into the bone marrow? 5, acacia missed, looking forward to the breeze.
From the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai waded into the river to play autumn water, loving this red and fresh. The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round.
This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away. Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind.
Interpretation: I like the bright color of this lotus flower better when I row into the river that makes eyes. Playing with the lotus leaf is a drop of water, but it always doesn't round.
A beautiful woman is hidden in a colorful cloud. If you want to send her flowers, they are far away in the sky. Miss for a long time, bleak autumn wind disappointed.
4. What are the poems about "feelings" in modern times?
(1) "Your Name"-Ji Xian
With the lightest sound in the world,
Whispering your name every night.
Write down your name.
Draw your name.
(2) A Flowering Tree by Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
(1) "that day"-Cangyang gyatso
On that day,
I closed my eyes and was in the fragrant fog of the temple.
I suddenly heard the truth in your hymn;
In January of that year,
I shake all the curved pipes,
Not to cross over,
Just to touch your fingertips;
(2) Far away
I can't leave anymore.
Because it is brought by the wind.
Stars from all over the world
Through the glory of heaven
I can't hide anymore.
Can't avoid beautiful accidents.
5. What are the classical Chinese sentences that express "loving someone deeply"?
1. There are many things in the world, but you are my favorite.
2. Accumulate eternal love lines and crush deep red acacia.
I miss this life, the wind and smoke are fleeting, I hold the world of mortals, and I am eager to have sex.
May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers.
Stay alone with your husband until all the flowers and waves are gone.
6. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
7. All kinds of stories are heartbreaking; When Xiao Shui goes, the moon is like frost.
8. Look at the gradual decline of spring flowers, it is the time when beauty dies of old age; There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened.
9. Blue sky, yellow flowers, tight west wind, flying north and south. Who is drunk in Xiao Lai's frost forest? Always in tears.
10. Return to Xi Lan Paddle, and strike the sky to trace the streamer. I'm pregnant, I hope beautiful women stay away!
1 1. It is a great pain to lament the tears and death of heroes. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?
12. If you teach people that there is no hatred, you don't believe that there are hoary heads in the world.
13. this year's lantern festival, the moon and lights are still the same. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
14. Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
15. When will this water stop and this hatred end? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
6. The depressed mood of loving someone but not getting modern poetry.
Vague, empty, imprisoned, broken dreams! Who can save this trend? Young man, why are you immersed in a sad girl? Why be happy and sad? Come on, don't be sad. I'll teach you how to catch the wind with a net, how to kill the night with a lamp, and how to use water-how about putting out the sun? Then, let him but since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a sword, let him go out with a smile, let him be completely afraid of death, let him mind his own heart, let him stay in Kunlun Mountain, let him wander in the clouds in the sky, let him roll in the Yangtze River, let him, let him! Ice and snow can't crush the flame of youth, and the will can't burn out. Let sadness or sadness slowly or slowly, gradually, gradually, gradually, is it love, sadness or bitterness? Is it a dream, a fairy mirror or hell? Lonely me, I can't help sighing in pain, and I am at a loss! But looking at the flowers, birds and animals facing the infinite sky, I have a question in my heart. Young man, why are you sad? It's like a sword stabbing in the heart and wringing it hard-perhaps Zhimo can answer, "There should be at least one time in my life when I forget myself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership or even love, just meeting you in my most beautiful years."
Yes, what you can't get is also a happy dream. You don't have to worry about dreams. You don't have to break your dream. Always beautiful. Snow is warm and cold, but no one understands that happiness is unattainable. It makes you mature and grow. It reminds you that you have a wonderful memory and dream. What you can't get is happiness. What you can't get is happiness.
7. The depressed mood of loving someone but not getting modern poetry.
I loved you
I once loved you:
Love, perhaps in my mind has not completely died out;
I hope I won't bother you again;
I don't want to upset you any more.
I once loved you in silence and despair,
I put up with shyness,
But also endure the torture of jealousy;
I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly,
God bless you,
Another person will love you as much as I do
Farewell to Cambridge
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant.
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
Whether the rainbow in the sky is pressed by floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams?
Lift a long pole,
Back to greener grass;
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
Flowering tree
How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment,
I've been begging in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree,
Grow along the path you must take,
The sun is full of flowers carefully,
Blossoming is my hope in my previous life.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you finally ignore it,
You fell all over the floor. ...
Friend, that's not a petal,
It is my withered heart!