Romantic Poems on Valentine's Day 1 Tanabata Poems
Who is the enemy of your soul?
Who is the lover of your soul?
Who doesn't care about your vicissitudes?
Who fell in love with your wrinkles?
At noon today.
merry
Proper prayer, proper recognition
Sprinkle a charcoal fire.
On the head of the wicked
Sprinkle a handful of salt.
In a corrupt world
The cowardice of the soul
Torture around the clock
For him in the distance.
Get ready for old wine
Nada ointment
A prayer for peace
Let me play an organ of love.
Blow away the darkest corner of my heart
Keep your heart warm.
Accommodate more gentle thoughts.
Let language blow away the smell of salt.
Kiss the next elegant moment
Let your eyes blow away.
Hide the charm of a summer.
sunlight
All the unreserved lingering
Starting tonight.
I don't want to sleep alone anymore.
Find one
A village with a gurgling stream.
And loved ones.
all one's life
A person's tanabata
I threw the sun into the valley in the west.
Fruit trees in the valley
Bow to the rising moon
The evening breeze is bleak
Blow away some lights.
The end of the lamp
Who is it, telling sorrow again?
In order to wait for you
When the flowers wither in spring.
I stretched out my hands.
Just blindfolded in summer.
And you are behind you.
Unable to pursue
Chasing your lost figure in the dark.
Can only stand in the wind
touch control
The scarred night sky
I stared at the moon.
The moon gives off fragrance.
I grabbed a few pieces.
hardworking
Full of the coolness of autumn.
At this moment, I decided to leave.
I overheard it again
The moon sighs at night.
Tomorrow, again.
A person's tanabata
once in a while
Xu zhimo
I am a cloud in the sky.
Occasionally projected in your heart.
You don't have to be surprised.
Not to mention being lucky.
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea
You have yours, I have mine, and there is a direction.
It's good that you remember.
You'd better forget
The light that shines on each other at this intersection.
Tanabata Valentine's Romantic Poetry 2 Mom, please tell me!
Sleepless nights, night flowers under red wine.
The whispers of flowers are floating in the branches of the heart.
As if, I just want to make a wish silently, my persistence in love
As if, the midnight bell and my unburned smoke
It's something you haven't finished in your life.
Mom, she was a woman in the Song Dynasty.
Light up one star after another in my heart.
The moonlight in the city hides the location of the Milky Way.
In the last fragrance, the fate of the world.
Can't keep her delicate red.
The saddest thing is that the world has misjudged me.
Mom, I'm watching the Milky Way tonight.
I am silent and sad for the spring in my hands.
I am very sad, and I have a wish in my hand.
Look, the surging Milky Way has solidified into a wave of disappointment.
But mine is still the same.
Walking slowly, the night is still surrounded by disappointment.
The pain has spread to spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Mom, please tell me!
Who fooled us and our miserable marriage?
Mom-who knows, me, heart!
My dream is very thin.
The moon in the dream falls in the forest gap and waits day and night at the stormy port.
Clouds are flying all over the sky, pouring out all the way and lingering all the way.
Barefoot or naked my body and soul.
Strange or kind soil, Cang Sang, which has been silent for many years
And deep immersion, it is pure away from acacia.
Wash away my dusty soul and fight all cruelty.
The sadness of fate shook off and dissipated in the residual dream.
The long hair of the stars made me, made me.
Hand over paper and pen, hand over love and miss.
Spring in the eyes, like fragments, disappeared in the depths of Xia Feng.
Because, my dream is very thin.
Broken hair and wrinkles after shampooing
We can't read it, we can't swim across it.
On the night of parting, a bitter acacia tree grows wildly.
Sambyaku-Rokujugo Ya
The expectation of the first day is tired behind me.
We are used to waiting for the 365th night.
I only feel the sky, my thoughts stumble and my waving hands sway.
I only feel the night, and my attachment is stumbling and my tears are swaying.
The night can't hide, hiding each other's painful souls.
365 degrees of acacia, 365 miles.
Let the ancient sadness and romance, relay race.
Mom, how many times do you want to give me a repeat, 365 times? ...
Did you gently knock on the long-lost door with a box of feelings?
Is it you who came close to me and broke some loneliness that I have been disappointed for a long time?
Holding a poem and throwing it on the night of Qixi, those lingering thoughts.
I dried the songs and penetrated the other side of the day and night handover.
Close your eyes in the middle of the night and soak like running water.
Just like a distant heartbeat, white hair is decreasing day by day.
Add a lost figure, I-unwilling.
Just want to, just want to put myself in the eternal memory.
Sad romance
Honey, I spread out after dawn.
Through one dusk after another.
Dear, the oath left in your hand.
Half darkness, half light, half inner loneliness, loneliness.
The tenderness left in your hand.
Half tears, half smiles, half eternity in my heart, forever.
Dear, please clap my bleeding hand.
Take pictures of my beating pulse and the residual temperature of my body.
Shoot me naked on my lonely grave bed.
Please send these memories to my lost heaven.
Dear, you are a beautiful dream.
Dear, I, anxious to return, scolded one spring flower after another.
This romantic heart is sour, tangled with the season and falling into the humid air.
Since then, forget the smoke, who is whispering? endless night
Dear, that bitter romance, crawling on the mountain road, running by the sea.
Not to see, just to stick to your gentleness and warmth.
You, eager to see-
That sad romance, flying in the clouds.
Honey, don't break your heart-
Please hold fast to the short-lived warmth and nostalgia.
Honey, talking is like a dream-
Please embrace the long sadness and romance of Tianya.