I don't know what I like.
I miss you so much.
Take off the stars all over the sky
It's just that there's no ladder to heaven.
How much I want to be with you
Soaring in the vast space
Unfortunately, there are no soaring wings.
Peeking at you from a distance during the day
Just because of the bright sunshine.
Why don't you smile back?
You appear in a dream in the dark.
Just because of the bright moon
Not as elegant as your figure.
How much I want to be with you
Taste the traces of happiness
I thought about thousands of reasons.
See your figure.
But I don't have the courage to find you.
I always think
This love is just wishful thinking.
You will always be.
Turn a blind eye to my true feelings
I am in the majestic green hills.
Realize one's humbleness
I am in the long green water.
Buried his thoughts.
Wandering days
Cherish bitter feelings.
When you are helpless
Indulge in that wonderful memory
How many years of hard work
Erase the memory of youth
But there are still no bright wreaths.
In countless dreams
The shadow of your maiden still exists
First Love Modern Poetry 2 Remember two years ago.
Lived for more than twenty years
I just started my first love.
The wind of first love is very peaceful.
Whispering flowers
And your lovely appearance
We are proud to have each other.
Facing the pavilion in the lake.
Thinking about you and my tomorrow.
The street was crowded with people.
Why can only you lead my eyes?
Oh, you and me in the first love.
It's so rare
There is no false cover-up
Without the affectation of women
You will be my driver.
Show me around every corner of Kaifeng.
I will be your audience.
Listen to you hum a good song.
Oh, you and me in the first love.
It's so rare
Let's watch the performance of Hoda University.
Let's watch the geese in Jinming Pool.
Later, I learned that they were called Yuanyang.
Is the messenger of true love
Remember two years ago?
Lived for more than twenty years
I just started my first love.
I wonder if there are too many teenagers.
I believe it will never end.
Our first love
I wish I had someone.
Spend the rest of your life with me.
I hope it's you.
But that's just imagination.
Just hope
Those clear memories
As if it were yesterday. ...
What time?
I'm starting to remember, too
Memories are just the past.
Recall those good memories of the past.
Do you?
All is you
Lie down and watch the beautiful sunset
From now on, this is just a promise.
Beautiful promise
A promise that no longer exists
irretrievable
Just because you
Because I still love you.
I never admit my infatuation.
That would make people think I'm stupid
Very crazy.
But this is for you.
I am willing to do anything.
Even die.
Because I still love you.
This is all in the past.
I'm going to end this myself
Have a funeral for it yourself.
For my first love.
For the first love I lost.
Hold a grand funeral
Bury it.
Bury the past
Let me forget the pain
And sadness
Forget you
The funeral of first love.
First Love Modern Poetry 4 Once upon a time, I forgot what you looked like.
You are drifting away in my life.
I tried to bring you back to my memory.
But how can you be anti-aging?
So I am eager to see you in my dream.
It's like I can finally see your smile.
But dreams are illusory.
I know, but I still don't want to wake up
Finally, you disappeared into my heart.
Remember that old winter?
No snowflakes, no romance.
Only charming eyes.
A voice like a song.
And a pure heart
Mao Mao rain is also floating in the south.
We approached each other's world.
For the first time, I feel that life can be so beautiful.
So whether in life or at work,
You have always given me the motivation to fight.
Although we don't have kisses and hugs.
This is just a simple pleasure.
But because it is simple, it becomes more pure.
And become more and more mature because of ignorance.
Now, the lost time has become history.
We can't reproduce the original beauty.
Let it be buried in the misty rain of history forever.
Even if I can't remember your face.
But leave a beautiful first love.
Isn't it the most beautiful scenery in life?
First Love Modern Poetry 5 What is first love?
I am often asked this question.
I said quietly
First love is sugar.
"Sweet, sweet"
Always very tired.
I can't get tired of it.
You lent me your homework.
I'll help you clean up.
You give me a piece of candy
I will be scolded for you.
Ah, this is a child's first love.
A little bigger.
Or lend me your homework to copy?
I went home with you.
You were scolded.
I will refute the teacher.
Not tired.
Because there is a diaphragm in my heart.
A little bigger.
The flowers will be delivered soon.
rose
"Too corny."
lily
"Fuck you"
Unknown flowers on the roadside
"How dare you fool me?"
Only beautiful flowers from high-end flower shops.
In order to impress her
Push harder.
It's true.
At this moment
It's good that men don't love women.
Little girls love to be spoiled.
But what about boys?
Oh, you also love to be spoiled.
first love
Is the best time.
You must grasp it well.
but
Now
Too small ...
I am not a teacher.
And he's not a spy for his parents.
I'm just an ordinary person.
People who have had their first love
just ...
First Love Modern Poems 6 Soybeans
It's called raw beans or raw beans.
The shell is green, a little hairy and the meat is tender.
Stir-fry the green beans in the pot, and they stick to the pot easily.
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Boiling and burning beans will hurt the beans in the pot.
What is the root of love?
For power and vanity.
Someone has been hurting people who have been hurt by their mothers.
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Huangtian loess breeds conspiracy and conspiracy.
The bright eyes in the world are always half open and half closed like doors.
The world of mortals is rolling, how much love and hate is reborn?
I don't know, and I don't want to know, because conspiracy will always be shattered, and ginger is always hot.
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A rose with a thorn is like a deadly enemy with a gun, which makes you soft-hearted inadvertently.
In July, the filariasis took advantage of the wind and dyed Wu Donghai red with Zhou Lang Zhuge species.
Those who died were those who fought for the war. How to repeat the killing and imprisonment of the war?
Peace and prosperity, let greedy traitors commit crimes. I'm really worried that Jiang Shang will have a headache.
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Go to Qiu Lai for a steamer barbecue in summer, and it will be cool and breezy when the weather is warm.
It is better to stand up again and say that dreams and dreams go hand in hand.
Cockroaches are not allowed to crawl around my food and soup.
I knocked on the keyboard and scanned the cockroaches that were not afraid of being crushed. It didn't come back. All right.
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First Love Modern Poetry 7 First love is like warm wind.
Often brushed gently in my heart.
Innocence is still like spring rain.
Will never be welcomed back.
It's been floating in my hair for forty years
Angel, here comes grace.
It's like the universe is starting to beat.
Have a graceful demeanour, return to nature.
Who else can ride that deer?
Hit the mature rhythm
Gifts hold hands for a long reunion.
But let years hold hands.
Lying in the reserved arms of cardamom
Never woke up again.
After parting, you said I was as shy as yesterday.
I apologize for forty years of negligence.
Yesterday's resentment was too long.
Just a long and exquisite luxury and seclusion.
Let the sweetness of the past overflow the starry sky
Although the years are ruthless
But can't hide the lush scene.
Despite silent mutual admiration
Silence enriched this reunited face.
After we broke up, you said I used to wear glasses.
Why didn't I wear it today?
I said your eyes are too bad.
I can't believe I didn't find my glasses.
So really protect that green.
You blush and say to yourself-
Seems too nervous. ...
This is an unbreakable fragment of poetry.
It is most appropriate to use this gentle six o'clock.
Keep using it! Use it luxuriously.
Brilliant as a meteor
Cross the blue sky
No shadow, no interest.
Reunion is already an apple in autumn.
Dragon, the late autumn of the soul.
Quietly accumulate traces of memory
It is also difficult to reproduce that heartbeat moment.
first love
Engraved with a pure birthmark
year
Can't blow away that rich fragrance.
First Love Modern Poetry 8 Every winter I see plum blossoms,
I will think of my first love.
Dong Mei was my first lover,
She is as beautiful as her name.
Whenever I think of Dong Mei,
It will ignite my passion;
Although that was decades ago,
But every time I think of her, my heart trembles.
Every time I think of her fair skin,
I feel very sweet in my heart.
Every time I think of her rosy face,
I really like it.
Her sweet smiling face,
Can light the fire of love
Her warm words,
Winter can drive away the cold.
Whenever I go to the park where we have been,
She seems to be still with me;
When I saw the armchair we were sitting in,
It seems that she is still talking to me.
The photo she gave me,
So far, I still secretly hide around;
Every time I think about her,
I'll just take it out and have a look silently.
Dear Dong Mei:
Although we have no chance in this life.
But I won't forget your true feelings,
I will always remember your true love in my heart.
Dear Dong Mei:
I can only say sorry to you,
I broke your kind heart,
I ruined our happy first love.
Dear Dong Mei:
You don't know how much I miss you these years;
But I think you can only meet you in your dreams,
When I woke up, I found tears streaming down my face.
today，
I regret telling you,
I regret breaking my oath,
Today makes me feel lifelong regret.
today
If you lose it, you will know its preciousness.
Give up, it's too late to regret.
No matter how you regret it, you can't get a happy tomorrow.
Dong Mei, I think,
You are the plum blossom in winter,
You are just like your name,
In the cold winter, don't be afraid of the cold;
Dong Mei, although you are not with me,
I think you will live a happy life,
Because you have a kind heart,
You will live up to my expectations of you.
First Love Modern Poems 9 Prose Poems —— Beautiful first love memories of youth,
On the bench of love, you sit with me,
Quiet shade and soft whispers,
Nearly half a year old, I am looking for traces of love.
That youthful dream is here.
Some people say that this green girl is like the seed of love.
Some people say it is a permanent memory of first love.
Remember that sunny day,
Remember the drizzle,
Remember the rosy sky,
Remember silver moon hung up.
Thinking about the sweetness of walking in the early morning and moonlit night,
Sleepless nights leave me silent thinking,
The love between you and me stays on paper,
The nib is not a brocade woven with thoughts,
Turn the truth into charming words.
For the cause, leave more and get together less,
There is encouragement between the lines.
A love letter in miniature of the times,
Bold words replaced enthusiastic sentences,
Less than whispering in the lingering ear,
Without the flowers and the moon,
The tree-lined road left traces of years,
The mark of the first kiss became a hanging memory,
The moment of hugging each other kept the grandeur of life.
I remember our shadow hanging on the arm of the old street.
Remember the tears that locked my eyes when I left.
Memories! Memories again! To look for ......
The happy moment of first love,
It is a touch of new green among thousands of trees,
It's the pile of red maple leaves cut down in autumn,
Is the fragrance of spring flowers and spring rain,
It is an unforgettable memory of snow dancing and cold plum.
How many people have entered the marriage hall,
It is still beautiful in the inner world,
How many people are looking for the reincarnation of their dreams.
Beautiful first love, youthful me and you.
Years have marked life with rings,
The melody of love is an eternal theme,
Whether the first love is successful or not,
I believe this is a brilliant stroke in my life.
If you remember me today,
Or let me remember you,
Many affectionate words retain the memory of the times.
First love constitutes the main theme of youth,
Whether you like it or not,
You and I will still be in that memory.
Some people say that love will turn into hate after breaking up.
I said that the fate of passing by is a gift from heaven.
Why not leave some room for acacia in your life?
Why not let each other become bosom friends?
Friends for two months, you and me,
Don't blame yourself for your young behavior.
The white-haired couple approached the bench of love,
Sitting side by side in reverie, the first love is not you,
That brief encounter turned into an arc,
Left behind youth and memories,
Whether you like it or not, he or she is there.
Beautiful first love is rainbow-like,
Thoughts are flying, and it is difficult to collect the pen.
You mean someone else? Or write about yourself?
I don't know how many you and I are in the world,
Good memories of first love and youth.
The tree-lined path is condensed with acacia rain.
Good memories of first love and youth,
The dark path locked the proposal of love.