Prose poetry is a modern literary style, a modern lyrical literary genre that has the characteristics of both poetry and prose. It combines some of the expressive characteristics of poetry and descriptive prose. Below is the content of prose poems about love, welcome to read!
Love is in your heart
The spring sun, you caress the soil of love, and you inject life with the energy of desire. The fire of life burns with blazing ideals, and my love is in a foreign land of struggle.
Spring moon, you have softened the fragrance of love, and you have awakened the dormant dreams of winter with your expectations. The hazy mulberry trees ripple the shy Pu water, and my love is in the pure heart.
Spring stars, you shine with the magic light of love, and you use your brilliance to set off the hesitation and confusion. The star of hope lingers with the desire to create, and my love is in the mysterious distance.
The lights of spring, you mysteriously love the nightside, and you compose the splendid chapter of wandering with your persistence. The pursuit of tomorrow is flying with hot blood, and my love is in the ocean of implication.
In the winter snow in spring, you sublimate the muddy fragrance of love, and you melt sincerity into the sound of a gurgling stream. The winter sea breeze warmly loves your infatuated yearning, my love is in the warm water.
Spring lover, you are walking on the dating bridge, and you use willows to soothe the devout love network. The ambiguous long hair entwines the longing of Zhongchun, my love is in your heart.
You are the big tree in my heart
You are the lover in my heart. I once devoted my love to you, but now that you are far away from me, I will no longer linger with you.
You are the lover in my heart. I once loved each other with you, but now that you are far away from me, I will no longer dress up for you.
You are the son in my heart. I once cared about you, but now that you are far away from me, I no longer look forward to you.
You are the mother in my heart. I once nestled on your chest. Now that you are far away from me, I will no longer kiss you and have fun.
You are the father in my heart. I once respected your majesty, but now that you are far away from me, I no longer regard you as my heaven.
You are the soil of my life. I once enjoyed your warmth, but now that you are far away from me, I am no longer beautiful for you.
You are the star in my heart, but you are getting darker and darker. Now that you are far away from me, I will no longer look at you.
You are the big tree in my heart, will you really rot? When the branches and leaves are luxuriant, I will drink wine and offer sacrifices to heaven for you.
Sun and rain, goddess of happiness
When you flew in from the glow, I saw your brilliant face. Your body is red, the burning flame of your blood. Behind you is the blue sea of ??red, the sea breeze blows your voice red, you sing candidly and euphemistically.
Your eyes are a harbor of happiness, inside are your ideal expectations. I know your ambition is in the white clouds and blue sky, the mountain breeze blows your silk hair, you sprinkle the red rain on the green fields, your life is called boundless nature.
When you walked from the waterfall, the rainbow surrounded your halo. I know that you are integrated into the true feelings of the mountains and rivers, and the windbreaker wraps around your tranquility. You let your willfulness fly into the air, and your hair becomes elegant and plump.
You stand in front of a rugged stone cliff, and freedom is the railing you pursue. Your red rain nourishes the childish heart, and you reap the sweetness of happiness. You rejuvenate your years, you lighten your calves, and your smile flies in the moment of feeling.
When you laugh out of the mountains, you know that love needs to multiply. The green mountains freeze your happiness, and the stream rhythm makes your heart happy. If you embrace freedom with true feelings and exchange calmness with kindness, you will climb to the top of a happy life.
When you fly from the green south, you have already harvested the romance of life. Your body is the flame of life, your face is so bright. How much life is there, how much happiness is love, I will join hands with you forever.
Xiangjiang Love Song
The river wind is singing softly, and the river water is flowing happily. The singer is a beautiful girl, she is chanting the fragrance of love, and she has a distant lover in her heart.
The river wind sings in the white clouds, and the river water flies in the red clouds. The singer is a sincere girl, she is intoxicated in the sweet land of love, and she has had happy fantasies.
The river wind sings in the ship's horn, and the river water wanders in the sound of the flute. The singer is a hard-working girl who weaves colorful ideals and creates a city-state of struggle.
The river wind sings in the sky, and the river water shines in the ripples. The singer is a kind-hearted girl who endured endless hesitation for the palace of virtue.
The river wind is singing, and the river water is flowing gloomily. The singer is a sad girl. She is recalling the beauty of youth. She once had romantic ideals.
The river wind is always singing, and the river water is flowing forever. Happiness must be brilliant through labor, love must be nourished by sincerity, and your singing can spread throughout the universe.
Happy Your Love
When the sun rises from the east, I think of your enthusiasm. Tapping your life, how bright the sky becomes.
When the moon hangs on the willow branches, I think of your beautiful face. Without your presence, I would have no fragrant tranquility.
When the spring breeze fills the green fields, your steps are so light. The angel of love flew to the end of the world, and my life was reborn.
When Xia Lei’s lightning split the sky, your waves of love rolled in my heart. The drum beats of hate and love make my heart wave with you.
The maple leaves in autumn are all over the mountain, and our love is so prosperous. I know that where there is love there is sacrifice, and the long white clouds bear witness for us.
The fluttering snow in winter is so sacred, and the soul of snow brews true love in the world. I hope that love will float away with you, and you and I will travel together in the world of Jiuzhou.
When the sun set in the northwest, I saw your figure. There are always storms in nature, and sometimes love is not calm either.
When the moonlight kissed the west window like water, I heard your laughter. May love always be lively and young, may love bring happiness to all living beings in the world.
The beautiful camphor tree
The thick green leaves of the warm camphor tree are your black hair, and your kindness is hidden there.
The generous camphor trees and lush green shade are your mats, where your true feelings are welcomed.
The silent camphor tree, the standing trunk is your thought, and the silence there is your calmness.
When the autumn wind blows the rhyme of your leaves, I know that it is the voice of your heart sent to friends far away.
Original love style, original love rain
I have come from the original glacier to the present, and my name is sex. Sex means life. Without sex, there would be no descendants of all things. God created man and woman as the greatest creation. Without you, the earth would be a terrifying blank. The sun rises from the east, the moon follows, yin and yang depend on each other, and the universe exists forever.
I walked from the original glacier to the present, and my name is love. Lover is green. Without love, there would be no joy and love in life. When you and I come together, we have feelings first and then feelings. The water flows around the green mountains, and the dragon comes from the clouds. There is no charm, and love is white water.
I walked from the original glacier to the present, and my name is Chengai. Sincerity leads to success. Without sincerity, there is no foundation of love. The tumbler in the North Sea is truly an everlasting pine in the Nanshan Mountains. My mind is like a rock, and my heart is like a cattail of cattails. The rock does not move, but the cattail silk always lingers.
Xing and emotion are a confusing mixture. It’s hard to tell which came first, me or you. As long as two people rely on each other sincerely and happily, will there be a primitive love affair and love rain? Sex is a perpetual motion machine, and you are the most irrational. Love is the lubricant, you are often ignorant. Sincerity is a fuse, are you so easy to hold on to?
I have seen so many love tragedies and comedies from the primitive glaciers! Sex is the love of animals, love is the love of infatuation, and sincere love is What kind of love? There are kings and tigers snatching brides, butterflies turning into tears, and even seeing the sword blade on Juliet’s tomb! ? Love is the rainbow in the western sky after the rain, it makes you excited but also makes you feel disappointed. Love is a white paper, it can be profound or shallow.
May the world be kind to love and cherish the soul of original love!