Sweet love is the most touching. We have many modern poets who have written classic poems. The following are modern poems about sweet love. Welcome to read.
"Waiting for you, in the rain" by Yu Guangzhong
Waiting for you,
In the rain,
In the rainbow-making rain
The sound of cicadas subsides,
The sound of frogs rises
A pond of red lotus flowers is like red flames,
In the rain
< p> It doesn’t matter whether you come or not,I actually feel
Every lotus looks like you
Especially at dusk,
Across this drizzle
Eternity, moment, moment, eternity
Waiting for you, outside time and within time
Waiting for you, in an instant , in eternity
If your hand is in my hand,
At this moment
If your fragrance
is in mine Nostrils,
I will say,
Little lover
No, this hand should be picking lotus,
In Wu Palace
p>This hand should
shake a handle of cinnamon jelly,
In the Mulan Boat
A star hanging on the eaves of the Science Museum< /p>
Hanging like earrings
The Swiss watch said it was seven o'clock and suddenly you came
Stepping on the red lotus after the rain, Pianpian, you came< /p>
Like a small order
You come from an allusion of love
From Jiang Baishi’s words,
There are Yundi, here you come
"Laughter" by Lin Huiyin
What smiles are her eyes, lips,
and the round vortex on her lips.
Beautiful as dewdrops,
The blossoming smile hides in the flash of shell teeth.
That is the smile---the smile of God, the smile of beauty:
The reflection of the water, the gentle song of the wind.
What is smiling is her loose curly hair, which is scattered next to her ears.
Light and soft like the shadow of a flower,
The tickling sweetness
floods into your heart.
That is laughter---the laughter of poetry, the laughter of painting:
The traces of clouds, the soft waves of waves.
Deleted name "Star"
The sky is full of stars,
Each one is said to be eternal spring flowers.
The shadows of begonia flowers on the east wall are said to be the eternal autumn moon.
Waking up in the morning is like a dream on a winter night.
The stars at midnight last night,
As clean as a bright net,
Sparse but not missing,
Spring flowers and autumn moons are also beautiful ,
Zifeiyu Anzhiyu.
Bian Zhilin "Fragmented Chapter"
You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery,
The people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorates your windows,
You decorate other people’s dreams.
"Mistake"
I walked through the south of the Yangtze River
The face waiting in the season is like the blooming and falling of the lotus
The east wind does not Come, the willow catkins in March will not fly
Your heart is like a small lonely city
Just like the bluestone streets facing the evening
The sound of the dormant is silent, The spring curtain of March is not lifted
Your heart is a small window tightly closed
My dada’s horse hooves are beautiful mistakes
I Not a returnee, but a passerby...
Wen Yiduo's "Dead Water"
This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water,
The breeze cannot blow any ripples .
It’s better to throw away more scraps of scrap metal,
Just throw in your leftovers.
Maybe the copper will turn green into emerald,
A few peach blossoms will be embroidered on the iron can;
Let the grease weave a layer of silk,
The mold steamed up some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Filled with white foam like pearls;
The small beads laugh and turn into big beads,
p>
He was bitten by the mosquito that stole the wine.
For such a ditch of hopeless stagnant water,
It can only be said to be somewhat vivid.
If the frog cannot bear the loneliness,
The stagnant water will sing again.
This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water.
This is by no means a place for beauty.
It is better to let ugliness reclaim it.
Look What a world he created.
"Snake" by Feng Zhi
My loneliness is a long snake,
Cold and speechless---
Girl, If you ever dream of it,
Don’t be afraid!
It is my loyal companion,
It is filled with passionate homesickness:
It is thinking about the dense grassland,
< p> The rich black silk on your head.It is as gentle as the moonlight,
It sneaks past you;
It carries your dreams for me,
Like a crimson flower.
He Qifang "Prophecy"
This heart-beating day has finally arrived.
Your footsteps approaching like a night sigh
I can clearly hear that they are not the whispers of forest leaves and night wind,
The elk galloping across the moss path. The sound of hooves.
Tell me, tell me with the singing of your silver bells
Are you the young god in the prophecy?
You must come from the gentle south,
Tell me the moonlight there,
The sunshine there,
Tell me the spring breeze How the flowers bloom,
How the swallows are obsessed with the green poplars.
I will close my eyes and sleep in your dreamlike singing,
I seem to remember the warmth,
I seem to have forgotten it.
Please stop,
Stop your tired running,
Come in, here is a tiger skin mattress for you to sit on,
Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn, and listen to me sing my own song in a low voice.
The song is as melancholy and high as the fire,
The fire is telling my life.
Don’t go forward, there is an endless forest ahead,
The ancient trees are marked with markings on the bodies of wild beasts,
They are entangled like half-lived and half-dead vine pythons.
There is not a single star in the dense leaves.
You will timidly dare not let go of the second step,
When you hear the empty echo of the first step.
Must go, please wait for me to walk with you,
My feet know every safe path,
I can keep singing The song of forgetfulness
I will give it to you again, and give you the tenderness of my hand again.
The thick darkness of the night blocked us,
You can look into my eyes in a blink of an eye.
You didn’t listen to my excited singing,
Your feet didn’t pause for my trembling,
Like a quiet breeze drifting through the dusk. ,
Disappeared,
Disappeared your proud footsteps...
Oh, you finally came speechless as the prophecy said
Did you go away speechless,
Young God?
Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley"
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley,
I hope to meet a
girl who is like lilac
and bears sorrow and resentment.
She has the same color as lilac,
The same fragrance as lilac,
The same sadness as lilac,
She complains in the rain,
Sad and hesitant;
She is wandering in this lonely rainy alley,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella
Like me, < /p>
Like me
Walking silently,
Indifferent, desolate,
And melancholy.
She walked closer and closer silently,
and cast
a breath-like look.
She floated past like a dream. ,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Like floating in a dream
On a branch of lilac,
This girl floated by my side;
She moved away silently , far away,
reached the dilapidated fence,
walked through the rainy alley.
In the mournful song of the rain,
Her color faded,
Her fragrance faded,
Dissipated,
Even her
eyes were as breathless,
as melancholy as lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Alone
Wandering in the long, long
And lonely rain alley,
< p>I hope to pass byA girl who is as sad as a lilac
.
Xu Zhimo "Farewell Cambridge"
Gently I left,
Just as I came gently;
I Wave gently,
Say goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the river,
are the bride in the sunset;
The beautiful shadows in the ripples,
are in my heart Ripple.
The green banana plant on the soft mud,
Swaying oilily at the bottom of the water;
In the soft waves of the Cam River,
I am willing to be a waterweed!
The pool under the shade of elm trees,
is not a clear spring,
it is a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae,
sedimented A rainbow dream.
Looking for a dream? Take a pole on a long pole,
Sail upstream to where the grass is greener,
Load a boat full of stars,
Sing songs in the colorful starlight.
But I can’t sing,
Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is today Cambridge at night.
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeves,
I will not take them away. A cloud.