Classic and beautiful love prose poem 1: meet each other late? I can't see your long hair fluttering without dim light.
The hazy world, inexplicable pain grows crazy.
Autumn wind, wandering aimlessly.
Tell me where I can see your eyes.
Still in a cool tone,
Is still an abandoned street corner,
I can only look out the window,
Looking at your lonely shadow.
The distance of a street, so long,
Longer than the ends of the earth,
You can't see my melancholy,
I can't hear your sadness.
Bitter tears,
On whose heart?
Bright moonlight,
When will it light up between you and me?
Until the moment I turned around,
I think you're looking back,
Far away,
Someone sang a farewell song.
The second poem of classic and beautiful love prose: Love you, love you in a way that flowers bloom and fall over time.
Is the only thing I can squander.
Wasting time. The venom of love has penetrated into the bone marrow.
I miss you, let the June wind blow.
Rainy moonlight will bring all the days
There are dark forests.
Love you and * * * Time flies.
Burnout cigarettes will burn day by day inch by inch.
Such as the arrogant and decisive red cuckoo on the cliff
Arrange love so warm and domineering.
Clouds like you, like the light of a meteor.
Soft but extremely fast.
On the day when the lotus is fragrant, the water swears on the shore.
Not far away, until it becomes the rain of the next season.
Classic and beautiful love prose Psalm 3: My love has gone with the wind, my love has gone with the wind.
Spanning a long time and space.
Maybe I'll meet you by chance.
Whispering about my past life.
You can listen quietly and patiently.
Or you can say goodbye and let me move on.
China is not in the days when flowers are dying.
Have you ever missed the breeze passing by you?
My love is not blowing in the wind.
Maybe you didn't notice her shadow.
Look at the vast sea and blue sky.
Still our words today.
You look at the vast land.
Continue to expand the footprint of our exploration.
The plane tree that witnessed our meeting.
Still standing still when I came back.
Meeting you on this windy day
Although you come and go like the wind, without a trace
The faint fragrance of flowers is accompanied by deep love.
Will take you into the dream world you yearn for.
Your love floats to me with the wind.
My love runs to you with the wind.
Just for the wind and rain that turned into reality when they met.
Once again, I will be eager and helpless.
Classical and aesthetic love prose No.4: May you linger in the flowers all your life.
See through this dangerous mortal road.
May you be intoxicated under the peony.
Can someone go home alone?
May you taste the joys and sorrows of the world.
There will always be someone in my heart.
May you get all the glory.
Someone will get married.
May you marry someone.