Love Prose Poetry Sharing 1 Your sigh, like me!
People who turn around and leave are always blown away by the wind in the afterglow of dusk and in the increasingly thick twilight.
Think about it, not because it's your turn,
It's not a corner of love, it's a mark in my heart.
But in the lonely night, wandering souls will always think of you in the chirp of the nightingale.
When birds fly by, I always hope that the sudden night wind can bring you a sigh in the distance.
Like me!
My heartbeat is the same as yours!
There you are, in the sigh of my missing.
Your footsteps, with the wind, tugged at my casement.
Your breath is like blue, tapping my eardrum gently.
When you come, the sunshine comes.
The flowers and plants outside the window also attracted a cool rain. Wet and impetuous world, and my thirsty heart.
I'll grab a handful of grass seeds and play them in your voice.
Those intellectual flowers and plants germinated the spores of love. Those intellectual insects, birds, bees, butterflies, will open their throats and write down the words you have turned around in a clear voice, with no branches.
At this time, my heart is full of joy.
Like you!
I miss you as much as you miss me.
Your turn has already become a misty rain. Those happy days have long been polished by time into the wind in the rain, blowing the budding bones on the branches to the ground.
Dear, can you imagine your turning around and making yesterday's story salty in my heart?
Can you imagine that the branches of those stories have frozen that cool heart again in spring?
Sometimes, I think, if those stories can be written into songs, I will write your back as a smile.
And, let this charming smile bloom in the branches of spring.
If that birdsong can call back your drifting footsteps, I would like to be a kingfisher outside your window, covering the whole spring repeatedly on the roulette wheel of time.
However, all ifs are no longer ifs. All ifs can only make my heart ache again.
And one thing is certain, yesterday's story is not over yet.
The message in your circle of friends, like the silhouette of spring, writes yesterday's sadness into my thoughts.
The branches of those stories were all written into happy smiling faces.
At the moment, I don't want to talk about the pain I care about, only know that my love has a sequel.
I miss you as much as you miss me.
When you come, the flowers will bloom.
It won't blossom if you don't come.
If you don't come, the snow line in winter will lengthen the season by an arc for no reason.
If you don't come, the waking ice will never melt into spring water. Wind chimes in front of the window, oh, can't shake distant dreams.
Honey, I'm here whether you come or not. But, you know what? Staying here is just a metamorphosis cicada, leaving an empty shell, and the soul has long been unable to find attachment.
In the days when you don't come, I always want to write many thoughts as flowers in spring, and I also want to write those flowers as flowers-like love under the guise of tang style, which can be sung repeatedly by any migratory bird.
I always want to let the stories of the past touch you, just as you comforted my melancholy mood with your kind greetings when I was lonely.
Really, I really want to let a plot of the story touch you, just like touching spring, exchanging a peach blossom for ten acres of love.
Yesterday, yes, it was yesterday. I saw the message you left in your circle of friends.
No wonder this year's peach blossoms are very chic.
Love Prose Poetry Sharing 2. You are a sweet spring water flowing from the crevices of deep mountains and rocks-pure and sweet;
I am a small fish that lives in spring all day.
Live happily and grow healthily in your warm arms;
Wherever you flow, I will follow you, because-
I need you forever and ever,
Never, never leave you. ...
You are the most beautiful flower among all flowers,
I am a butterfly flying from thousands of miles away.
Find your beautiful flowers among hundreds of flowers,
Spend that warm and unforgettable time.
You are a beautiful and lovely carrier pigeon.
I am looking forward to your little master day and night in the distance,
I hope you can fly back to me as soon as possible,
Listen to your wonderful story …
You are an ideal red land,
I am that full, passionate and hopeful seed.
-Sow on your ideal land,
Grow healthily and vigorously under your nutrition;
In the long river of time, whether it is wind, rain, cold, heat,
We hugged each other tightly,
-share weal and woe, share weal and woe;
Because of our inseparable unity,
Overcome all kinds of bad luck we encounter on the road of growth. ...
Finally, after years of vicissitudes,
We have ushered in a golden harvest season;
At this time, we began to taste the fruits of harvest.
At this moment, when we are recalling the story in the wind and rain,
We are intoxicated-intoxicated with happiness. ...
Because we have created happiness through mutual cooperation!
Love Prose Poetry Sharing 3 Who is expecting a look? I held back my rainbow-like mood, paddled the boat with my heart pounding and my face flushed, and carefully took you to the shore.
Like raindrops, it washes away the emptiness and worldly glitz in the heart, removes the sadness on the face and the uneasiness on the soles of the feet.
Like a bored walking cloud, the sudden sound of strings floating from a distance made me stop to listen, which brought me poetic novelty and surprises.
I also miss the day and look forward to the night. I kneel before the Buddha.
After many years, if you are well, it will be sunny.
The wind blows willows, and the peach blossoms on both sides of the strait produce plum blossoms.
People stand in front of the bridge and look at each other coldly, no longer calling.
At that time, I enjoyed every moment of you.
One day, one year.
If the wheat straw can compete in April,
Three pools can open their eyes in June.
The prosperity of the world
There is nothing but your attachment.
At that time, I cared about every smile on your face.
Later, later
I turned into a lantern, which made you linger.
If you are used to it
I'll sneak away.
You stamped your feet and cried.
I will suddenly appear in front of you again.
I met you after many years.
I hope I can tell you with my eyes.
I can't let go of the pain of loneliness.
If there is a sleepless night
I'm just looking at your hair
Ah, such a person
Heaven/God knows
Years later
Still ok
Are you online?
Love Prose Poetry Sharing 4 When you are old, white-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.
Love Prose Poetry Sharing 5 How much I love you, I can't say it in thousands of words:
I love you so deeply and profoundly.
It's like my soul flew to the tomb of nine days,
To explore the mysteries of life and the grace of God.
I love you day and night,
Like my daily necessities, I can't stop eating.
I love you purely, not seduced by flattery,
I love you bravely, just like fighting for justice!
Love you, with the pain of the past and the loyalty of childhood,
Love you with tears, laughter and life.
Without you, my heart would lose its saint,
Without you, my heart will lose its passion.
If God wills, please be my master and witness:
I will love you more and more after I die!
Love Prose Poetry Sharing 6 If there is no chance to meet you in this life.
It always makes me hate not seeing each other.
I will never forget it.
Let me dream with this sad pain when I wake up.
When my days are spent in busy cities in the world.
When I hold the daily profit in my hand.
Makes me feel like I've got nothing.
I will never forget it.
Let me dream with this sad pain when I wake up.
When I was sitting on the side of the road, I was exhausted and panting.
When I lay in the dust
Let me always remember that the road ahead is long.
I will never forget it.
Let me dream with this sad pain when I wake up.
When my house is decorated, the flute will ring.
When the laughter was announced
Makes me feel like I didn't invite you.
I will never forget it.
Let me dream with this sad pain when I wake up.
Love Prose Poetry Sharing 7 One word is often profaned.
I won't blaspheme again;
There is a sense of hypocrisy that is despised by people.
And you won't be contemptuous anymore.
There is a hope that seems too desperate,
Why be alert!
Your compassion is unparalleled,
It warms my heart.
I can't give you what people call love,
But I don't know if you can accept it,
This heart admires you.
Even heaven will not refuse,
Like a moth to a fire,
When the night chases the dawn.
This desire,
I have jumped out of human suffering!
Love Prose Poetry Sharing 8 I like your silence,
It's like you disappeared,
You listen to me from a distance,
My voice can't touch you.
As if your eyes had flown away,
Like a kiss, it sealed your mouth.
When everything fills my soul,
You emerge from everything,
Filled with my soul.
You are like my soul,
The butterfly of dreams.
You are like the word melancholy.
I like your silence,
It's like you left.
You sound like you're lamenting,
A butterfly that whines like a dove.
You heard my voice from a distance,
My voice can't touch you:
Let me be quiet in your silence.
Let me talk to you through your silence,
Your silence is as bright as a lamp,
As simple as a ring,
You are like the night,
There are loneliness and stars.
Your silence is the silence of the stars,
Far away and bright.
I like your silence,
It's like you disappeared,
Distant and sad,
Like you're dead.
At that time,
A word, a smile,
That's enough.
I will feel happy,
Feel happy because it is not true.
Love prose poems share my heart and everything.
I want you to take it,
Leave me a pair of eyes,
Let me see you.
My treat.
There is nothing you have never conquered,
You took its life,
With its death,
If there's anything else I need to lose,
I hope you can take me there,
Leave me a pair of eyes,
Let me see you.
Love Prose Poetry Sharing 10 How can I control my soul?
Keep it from touching your soul?
How can I take it from you to other places?
Ah,
How I want to put it in.
Compared with anything lost in the dark,
In a strange, silent, not with
Where your heart fluctuates.
However, for us,
With you and me.
All the related things connect us,
Like a bow pulling the same sound from two strings.
Which piano are we playing?
Which pianist holds us in his hand?
Oh,
Sweet song.