Classic love poem 1: I am standing on the stairs.
I stood on the stairs.
I stood on the stairs.
Pierre de Ronsard
Pierre? Longsa
(Translated by humbert Wolf)
English translation of humbert? Wolf
Recently, I stood on the stairs dreaming.
Not long ago, I stood on the stairs and thought,
You walked past me, looked at my face,
You walked by and looked at my face.
The elegance in front of me blinded my eyes.
Your sudden grace,
Unexpected neighborhood relations.
Let my eyes suddenly confused.
When lightning cuts through the clouds, my heart and blood
Like lightning splitting clouds,
Separate from your beauty and start a race,
Unparalleled beauty broke my heart;
Now ice, now fever, shattered in their place.
One is like ice, the other is like fire,
Beatitud, who is hard to see.
Blood in the chest is surging.
If you hadn't put out your hand-
The passing hand is as white as a swan,
Your hands are whiter than the white daughter of a swan,
Give me a sign to avoid death;
Helen, your eyes are killing me.
Helen, your eyes are like swords.
But your hand saved me in a crisis,
Otherwise, I won't be able to escape the sharp edge.
And then your winning eyes
In a flash, you brought your prisoner back to life,
With a weak breath, they saved their prisoners.
Your eyes are shining with victory.
Classic love poem 2: Love me less, love me longer.
Love me less, love me longer
Love me less, love me longer
Is it the burden of my song?
I sing about eternal love
Too hot and intense love
If love is too hot
Burning will soon be wasted.
It will burn to ashes soon.
However, I don't want you to be cold.
But don't be cold to me.
Don't be too backward or too bold.
Don't love too shyly, and don't love too much.
Love will last forever.
Don't let the flower of love fade so quickly.
Don't wither in a hurry.
I want you to love me till I die.
Love me less, love me longer
Love me less, love me longer
It's the burden of my song.
I sing about eternal love
If you love me too much,
If you love me too much
It won't prove that I'm as real as Tolchi;
Can't be as eternal as a stone.
Love me less, more than that,
I'd rather love me less.
Because I'm afraid of the end.
Just because I'm afraid that love will be lost.
I'm not satisfied,
I feel a little happy.
Send a little from you
A little will satisfy me.
Enough, the real intention.
As long as you mean it.
Become firm friends.
Our love will never die.
Classic love poem 3: I love you, I love you.
Author: Wang Zhi
Wang Zhi
I don't need to know your age.
And I don't need to know your name
But I need to know that you have
My heart is between heaven and earth.
Beating the desolate Yuan Ye.
There is a yellow alert in the sky.
On the mountain sprayed with magma
Echoing the pulse of the sea
With the call of snow-capped mountains
With a silent cry
Echo with the heart
Thousands of people.
I don't need to know your age.
I don't need to know your name either.
I just want to know that in heaven and on earth
Have a beating heart like me.
On the seemingly barren Yuan Ye,
In the yellow alert sky
In the mountains full of lava
With the pulsation of sea water
With the call of snow-capped mountains
With a silent cry
It touches the hearts of millions of people.
You are so beautiful.
Your empty heart
All the beauty in the world is painful for you.
Bear the pain of everyone.
You are very happy.
Share everyone's happiness.
You are everywhere
Your light shines everywhere
Cross the cloud nine
There are traces of you.
At the bottom of hell
This is your silhouette.
On the leaves by the roadside
At the foot of the mountain
Your image can be seen everywhere
You are beautiful and empty.
Take away all the beauty in the world.
You are a bitter, bitter world.
The pain of all people
You are happy, everyone is happy.
This is all your happiness.
You are everywhere.
Your light is everywhere.
There will be your footprints in nine days.
/kloc-there is your figure on the 0/8 floor.
On the leaves, on the roadside, at the foot of the mountain.
Your image is everywhere.
A cleaner working under a yellow street lamp.
The scholar by the opposite window is reading fluently.
Those naughty children
The little dog sat under the eaves thinking.
The ant climbed very fast, and the sparrow shouted loudly.
Even in a very smelly garbage dump
In the toilet that has just been used
All time and space, all thoughts and sounds.
It's your best place to live.
A cleaner sweeps the floor under an orange street lamp.
A catchy scholar under the opposite windowsill
Those naughty little guys
The puppy pedaled under the eaves to think.
Fast-crawling ants.
Sparrows screaming desperately.
Even in a stinking garbage dump.
And the toilets that people just used.
All time and space, all thoughts, all sounds.
It's a good place for you to rest.
Your seemingly ordinary body
There is the same light as the sun and the moon
Here comes your magic.
The soul from you is always quiet.
You are the only one in life.
You are everything between heaven and earth.
When all the good things disappear
You're still with me
Your seemingly ordinary body
As bright as the sun and the moon
Your magic
From your quiet heart
You are everything in life.
You are everything between heaven and earth.
When all the good things disappear
You're still with me
We were born on the same day.
We will die on the same day.
It turns out that we have no birth or death.
We fell in love from the beginning.
Like two bright lights shining on each other.
From the day when there was light on the earth
You are my wife, and I will never abandon you.
You are my firm partner.
I feel you as I feel myself.
I love you as much as I love the world.
We were born on the same day in the same year.
We died on the same day in the same year.
We have no life and death, we love each other.
We fell in love from the beginning.
Like two bright lights shining on each other.
From the day when the earth was bright.
You are the wife I will never give up.
Is my firm partner.
Feel you as I feel myself.
I love you as much as I love the world.