I have brains,
When I walk in front of you;
Like a mountain spring,
Not love, not nostalgia.
I have an idea,
On my way home;
Like a sunset,
Not sad, not depressed.
Love poem 2: Accidental-Xu Zhimo
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally reflected in your mind-
You shouldn't be surprised,
There's no need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget,
The light that shines on each other at this intersection!
Love poem 3: Smile-Hu Shi
More than ten years ago,
A man smiled at me,
I didn't know anything at that time,
I just think he looks good when he smiles.
What happened to that man,
Only his smile is still there,
Not only can I not forget him,
I also think the longer he grows, the cuter he becomes.
I borrowed him to write a lot of love poems,
I thought of all kinds of situations for him,
Some people will be sad to read it,
Someone was very happy to see it.
Happy or sad,
Actually, it was just that smile,
I may never see that smiling man again,
But I appreciate his smile.
Love poem 4: Snowman-Gu Cheng
In front of your door,
I made a snowman,
On behalf of the clumsy me,
I kept you waiting.
You take out a lollipop,
A sweet heart,
Buried in the snow,
It will make you happy to say this.
The snowman didn't laugh,
Silence,
Until the sunshine of the hot spring,
Melt clean.
Where are people,
Where is the heart,
By that little pool of tears,
Only bees.
Love poem 5: Skill-Lu Qian
I remember when I was young,
You like talking, and I like laughing.
Once sat side by side under a peach tree,
The wind is in the treetops and birds are chirping.
I fell asleep somehow,
How many flowers fall in the dream.
Love poem 6: Out of chapter-Border Zhi Lin
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
Love poem 7: "You are April on earth"-Lin
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind;
Your soul dances in the glory of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
Breathing the soft wind at dusk
The stars twinkle with unconscious light.
The rain in Mao Mao sprinkled the flowers with joy.
That's light, that's elegant, and you are,
You wear a crown of flowers,
In your naive and serious way
You are the full moon every night.
When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling
You are as tender as a bud.
How subtle! Long live!
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.
You are a blooming flower from tree to tree.
Swallows chirping on the beam.
You are love, warmth and hope.
You are the April day on earth!
Love poem 8: A flowering tree-Xi Murong
How about, let you meet me?
In my most beautiful moment.
For this-
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging for it makes us have a dusty relationship.
So the Buddha turned me into a tree,
Grow up in the way you must go.
In the sunshine,
Carefully full of flowers,
Blossoming is the hope of my previous life!
When you get close,
Please listen carefully,
Trembling leaves,
This is the passion I am waiting for!
When you finally ignore it,
On the ground behind you
Friends!
That's not a petal,
It is my withered heart.
Love poem 9: "I don't know where the wind blows"-Xu Mozi
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
In the light waves of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Her tenderness, my intoxication.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Sweetness is the brilliance of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Her ingratitude, my sadness.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Heartbroken in the sadness of dreams!
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Hazy is the light in a dream.
Love poem 10: To the Oak Tree-Shu Ting
If I love you-
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool comfort for many years;
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, clenched in the ground
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every gust of wind blows
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems.
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like a halberd;
I have my red flowers.
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand, the land under your feet.
Love poem 1 1: farewell to Cambridge-Xu
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying under the water:
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for a dream to support a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
Love poem 12: error-Zheng Yuxi
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
Without a sound, the spring curtain in March can't be lifted.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee.
He is a passer-by
Love Poem 13: Monologue-Chu Anping
Said I had nothing to do with her,
Like two fallen leaves,
Blow together occasionally today,
Who can guarantee that the Ming dynasty will not split;
Why ask about other people?
But you said it was strange that she went to the east or west,
Like the darkness of the sun and the absence of the moon,
It always makes me,
Care more about and pay more attention to your own affairs.
Say, this is my wish, not my reluctance,
Do her a favor and help her move a box;
Or ask if it will rain,
Is there a storm on the road?
But if she did say that:
"Thank you, don't need Sir-
So concerned, so busy, "
Afraid I'll get close to the cliff again,
Ten thousand absences, ten thousand panics.
The most romantic modern love poem
The most romantic modern love poem: the most romantic modern love poem.
I don't know if there is wind,
In which direction,
In my dream,
In the light waves of dreams.
I don't know if there is wind,
In which direction,
In my dream,
Her tenderness, my intoxication.
I don't know if there is wind,
In which direction,
In my dream,
Sweetness is the brilliance of dreams.
I don't know if there is wind,
In which direction,
In my dream,
Her ingratitude, my sadness.
I don't know if there is wind,
In which direction,
In my dream,
Heartbroken in the sadness of dreams!
I don't know if there is wind,
In which direction,
In my dream,
Hazy is the light in a dream.
Complete works of modern love poems
Complete works of modern love poems
1. I am forgetful of love. I have suffered for love, whether forgotten or tortured.
The prosperity of the past can never make up for the pain of this life.
It rained, so the rain in the sun floated down quietly and silently. Like footsteps on the road, gently and slowly away. Come quietly and walk gently. There are no long traces left, and the dark clouds in the sky are still blue sky and white clouds.
Maybe, there will never be a bright day like the morning glow in the future. Perhaps, there will never be a day when success is as bright as lights. Maybe you can only climb like this, but you can't reach the top. Maybe, you can only rush like this, but you can't lift the waves. Perhaps, what I can give you is just a vicissitudes heart and a weather-beaten face.
Perhaps, there will never be a bright day like the morning glow, perhaps, there will never be a bright day like success, perhaps, you can only climb like this but can't reach the top, perhaps, you can only run like this but can't lift the waves, perhaps, all I can give you is a vicissitudes of life heart and a weather-beaten face.
6. An autumn rain, a chill, calm in the cold, no distractions, got up and turned around, wandering in the wet street, wandering on a strange road, seeing your warm face, sober thoughts, dull and slightly drunk eyes, vaguely entangled in the imaginary dreamland in the dark, which enchanting things were extinguished in the wind, which were brilliant and confused, which were forgotten, and which were sober and pale. When can I wake up from the barren thoughts and the blooming season in the bright spring?
7. Rain, in the silent night; Quiet, no sound; The glass windows are also covered with water droplets; With a little bubble-like feelings; Slip quietly, slip; Suspended, hazy through the window; Not very clear, not unified; Inadvertently stirred the mood; Either quiet or warm.
8. There are times when I quietly avoid it for love. What I can't avoid is my silent feelings that I can't hide. I often don't understand the emotional things that I wander in my sleep in the moonlight. I don't want to love, but I'm afraid that love is also a kind of injury.
9. If the fallen leaves can send away all my thoughts, I am willing to open my heart and wait for you to come to my arms. If wind energy brings me your news, I would like to turn into a tree and leave you a hotbed to sleep. In the dim night, I will tell you a little story about a beautiful world. I will sing a beautiful song for you on a cold rainy night, walk in the street lights and neon lights in the rain, and show our left figure on the wet ground.
10. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't resist this yearning, but that you deliberately pretend not to put you in your heart at all, and with your indifferent heart, dig an insurmountable ditch for the person who loves you.
1 1. Who has ever seen you wandering with a touch of sadness and makeup, tired but still stubborn? Who has ever seen you get lost in a cold place and break your wings, but still want to fly? Who passed away? Who is still with you? Who is always hurt in her heart? Who has no intention of planting flowers? Who has no intention of remembering who has intentionally forgotten who is always hurt in his heart? She's gone.
12. I am a white lotus out of water, and I came to this beautiful world with shyness. I am an elegant white lotus, savoring this gorgeous life with my dreams. I am not worried or afraid of wind and frost, nor have I eroded the autumn rain. I am slim. This is my best moment. I will smile with fragrance and cherish everything I have now. Don't be afraid of the ruthlessness of time.
13. I don't want my mind to be shrouded in that fog and let you stare for a long time. My feelings are still vague. I don't want to tie my mind with a fence. I smiled brilliantly and cried brilliantly, but I cried crystal clear. Do you know how painful I am if I can't really expose myself?
14. I don't know if I still love you. If I did, why is there such a separation? I don't know if I don't love you anymore. If I don't love you, why won't my memory recall your smile with the passage of time? My heart is ups and downs, and everything is in the past tense. Only the night of dancing is as beautiful as before.
15. I remind you that you said you wouldn't forget what you told me. I also cherish all this. For us, memory is a floating day that will never turn yellow. When we are together, the expectation time is always short. If you miss me, just look at the twinkling stars in the sky and I will come to you-light.
16. I flew briskly over the mountains, walked leisurely through the Woods, occasionally rested on the wires and listened to the harmonious sounds of nature. I often play with Baiyun and sing with the stream. I searched for Snow White's hometown romantically and listened to the legend of Wang Di Huajuan sadly. I offered an olive branch to Noah, and I dedicated myself to Picasso. There is great love in my chest, and my songs are everywhere.
17. I have bravely accepted happy love. Although I often think less, it is so happy, while painful love often gains more despite pain.
18. I am a cloud in the sky, which occasionally projects into your heart-you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy-and disappears in an instant. You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; You might as well remember, but you'd better forget the light released at this meeting!
Forget the modern love poems in the Jianghu.
Love, hate, regret
Youth is missed because it is missed.
I can still live without anyone.
It's just that no one loves me anymore.
Family ties are always ruthlessly beaten down.
My heart is no longer warm
People are no longer alive.
Why on earth is this?
Memories flooded me like water.
Do you remember you loved me?
Your ending with me.
This is your first trip with her.
A heartbreaking day
We are strangers to you and me.
You said you trusted me and protected me.
But you still let me down
If I say I loved
Can we start over?
How can I be so free and easy?
I have the heart to let you leave me.
Actually, let it go.
Aren't you a relief to me?
Now it's all over.
Why not let you and me live?
Not a complete stranger.
It's better to forget each other in Jianghu.