If nothing else, as for Mr. Yu Guangzhong's poem: "Between moonlight and snow, you are the third kind of beauty"-in the description of "beauty", no matter in language or poetry, I feel that no poem in Chinese mainland has won an award at present!
Let's enjoy six love poems in Taiwan Province Province:
Leave (Ku Ling)
The grass is still dripping dew.
Wash your flowing black hair with a pillow by the river.
Wash away the moon in the west wing without words.
Lady Xiang's bottom arm bay once had my first crossing.
My sadness is shallow.
After so many years, I'm afraid autumn is getting old.
It is still a remnant cloud sweeping away the yellow leaves of mountains and mountains.
Your pavilion stands by the water, like a bamboo umbrella after the rain.
And I, ah.
I actually became a
Affectionate and sickly boy in white
Reading poetry at night (Xiaoxiao)
Open poetry
Occasionally there is a slight skylight in the forest.
Think of twelve years ago
Night on the mountain
Raindrops fell on the window.
I began to recite four-character poems.
A fallen leaf drifted into the book with the wind.
Follow quietly
As light as a chrysanthemum//Away from fame and fortune
It was like a light rain on the scene.
Fall on the window
Send you roses (Ye Shan)
Send you roses and cherry blossoms.
Be a little independent
The shadow is elongated in the shadow.
Sigh falls to dusk, to whose threshold?
Knock you awake from your dream with a moment of intoxication.
At dusk, another gust of wind.
Stay away from me.
No one can start over. Xiao Lou is lonely.
The shadow is elongated in the shadow.
No one has walked through this carved corridor.
Nothing, nothing
Hope (Xi Murong)
In fact, what I'm looking forward to is
At that moment.
I never asked you to give it to me.
Your life.
If we can be on the hillside full of gardenias.
I'll meet you if I can.
Deeply loved once, and then parted.
Then a long life.
No, just, just.
look back
That brief moment
Midnight light love
It's nude.
stream
Your letter came like a fish.
Reading the warmth of water
Read the touch on your forehead
fish scale
Reading the river is like reading a mirror.
Read your smile in the mirror.
Like reading bubbles.
Send it to the battlefield and pick up the rainbow.
Squeeze out a tear of acacia painfully.
Become a solid bullet
At this time, you in the distance, raise your gun and aim.
Lying or kneeling?
Is that how you hold a gun?
Hug me.
Why are you aiming?
I have a dull pain in my chest.
Pull the trigger.
Ah, dear.
Even if I lie in the gray
It's far away. You have to come back with a gun.