Poetry is the oldest and most literary style, which originated from the ancient labor chant and developed into folk songs and sacrificial eulogy. However, there are
Poetry is the oldest and most literary style, which originated from the ancient labor chant and developed into folk songs and sacrificial eulogy. However, there are still many touching love poems. The following are the love poems that moved me most. Welcome to read!
* * * A * * *
I dreamed that when the sun was shining, the soil in Tian Yu was replaced by a fertile soil.
Blue clouds, men strutting around the world.
America, I'm coming to you.
The colorful lights dazzled me.
Frequent electron collisions
Turn into a loud smile.
I spent my first winter.
Listen in the snow.
There is only silence in your heart.
Whoever has long hair or short hair.
Which one of you can hold the candle?
The darling of the golden kingdom
I can't believe I grit my teeth and live in despair.
Dreams of purity and freedom
Disappear like a cloud at the tail of a jet.
A warrior without hesitation.
You are a tree, and all the branches have been peeled off.
Standing naked on an empty plain.
Endure the whipping of winter hurricanes
* * * Two * * *
"I am a cloud in the sky ..."
Why are you absent-minded?
Throw yourself at him.
This is just a bare cliff.
Nothing grows.
Why are you so forgetful?
Splash yourself?
In vain, countless feelings.
Stay away from him.
Otherwise, the dark clouds will disappear, and you deserve it.
* * * Three * * *
"Only your sole is a heavy pupil ..."
hearty
Shut the door savagely
Lock you out.
Leave me alone.
You belong to
Last summer's rainstorm.
You have worn it out.
Multilayer brain wall
Steps * * * Ten-mouth bald pump * * * * Ten-mouth bald pump * * *
Come back in a dream.
* * * Four * * *
Last winter, I took the Yangtze River passenger ship to the east, and suddenly I heard the sound of the ship in the middle of the night and arrived in Anqing. Only then did I realize that I was in a hometown I had never been to.
The Yangtze River under the pillow is like time.
There is no beginning and no end, just like a cold dream on the river in winter.
Wake up like a river and stop at midnight.
I was suddenly stunned by such a familiar place name.
Respond to the stacks of voices in my heart.
Respond to the call year after year
The deep voice is the riverbank of my hometown.
On the shore is a swaying river cruise.
Gentle as a basket of restless children
There is a fishing fire in the middle of the night
Tired as watchful eyes
Just half awake and half asleep.
On the river bank of my hometown where I have never been.
Beyond the coast is the land that breathes quietly in the cold night.
Here is a wanderer on a boat, half in a dream and half out of it.
Listening to the local accent half far and half close outside the cabin.
Calling for a familiar and unfamiliar name
A place that looks like home, but never looks like home.
This is my hometown, this is my ancestral home, and this is where I came from.
Never been there, never seen, never dreamed.
Wait until you realize that voices are piling up, and the sound of water is back.
Jiangcheng has drifted away in the winter fog on the river.
Not as good as greeting, he moved to the river bank in the distance.
If you don't know each other, you will go with the stormy years.
A strange county, a strange hometown
I can't get rid of it.
Like a river, like homesickness.
The ear is still the underwater sound of the small county along the river.
Pupils are still constant watchlights by the river.
The body was on a passenger ship.
Go east along the long river to the sea and ocean.
Reach the other side where there is no turning back
1982, I remembered it on the other side.
* * * Five * * *
Came to the river again.
But it's hard to move.
How can you move the mountains in Wan Li and the water in Wan Li?
Wave goodbye to the earth
As if catching a glimpse of geese flying south.
In the wings, promise to come again.
Take another look. Let me take another look.
Even though it has penetrated into my heart.
I have to carve it again and draw another one.
Don't cry.
How to take pictures of fuzzy tears?
How to carve a heart immersed in tears?
You should walk on the bridge and don't look back.
A short and long bridge
Just a step.
Looking back suddenly-
The motherland is in a sunny place.
There is a song in my heart, rising slowly-
A small river, a big river ...
It's inside me.
There is traffic.
Longer than water.
Blood is thicker than water
great river
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