True love for someone is not as simple as we think. A loving hug, a deep kiss, an unchanging vow, an unfading token... all of this when in front of true love. Straight and tasteless, dark and lackluster. Below is the content of the most beautiful love poems about Valentine’s Day, welcome to read!
《Bu Shuzi》Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you day by day, but I don’t see you, and I drink water from the Yangtze River.
When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end?
I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love for you.
Translation
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, and you live in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day but can't see you, but I still drink from the same river. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time. I don’t know when it will stop. I don’t know when my lovesickness and hatred of separation will stop. I hope your heart is the same as mine, and you will definitely not let down this love.
"The Book of Songs, Beifeng, Drumming"
Beat the drums and boring them, and use the troops enthusiastically.
From the city canal of Tuguo, I will travel south alone.
From Sun Tzu Zhong, Ping Chen and Song Dynasty.
If you don’t return home without me, you will feel worried.
Where do you live in love? Love and lose his horse?
In order to seek it? Under the forest.
The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng.
Hold your hand and grow old together with your son.
I can’t live without you.
I am so sad, but I don’t believe it.
Translation
The war drums were beating loudly, and the soldiers were enthusiastically practicing their swords and spears; the capital and Caoyi built city walls, and I joined the army and rushed south. Following the general Sun Zi Zhong, he conquered Chen and Song Dynasties in other countries. He couldn't return home for a long time, and he was worried and heartbroken.
Where to stop the troops and camp? The panicked God lost his horse; where could he find it? Fragrant grass lies under the forest in the wilderness. Parting in life and death, gatherings and joys, we once made an oath of eternal alliance: "I will hold your hand in this life and we will be happy forever, and we will never be separated from you until we grow old together!"
I sighed loudly that we are now apart. , I lamented that we couldn’t meet each other; I sighed loudly that the world was far away, and I couldn’t keep my oath and return my home.
"Lisi" Yuan Zhen
Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Take a look back at Huacong Lazy, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Translation
Once you have experienced the majestic waves of the sea, you will no longer be attracted by the water elsewhere. Once you have been intoxicated by the dream of clouds in Wushan, the scenery elsewhere will not be called clouds and rain. Although I often walk through the flowers, I have no intention of admiring them. This is partly because I have already practiced Taoism, and partly because I only have you in my heart.
This song extends some further explanations. Obsessed in the sea of ??your love, intoxicated in your dreams, I will no longer be interested in other women. No one loves you more than you, you are the best. After you leave, no one can replace you. No matter how beautiful other women are, I have no intention of loving you, because I only have you in my heart.
"Butterflies Love Flowers" Liu Yong
Standing in the dangerous building, the breeze is soft, looking at the spring sorrow, the gloomy sky.
In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, it is speechless who would lean on the fence.
I plan to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the music is still tasteless.
The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi.
Translation
The spring breeze blows gently, so gently. With sadness, I looked into the distance and saw the endless empty wilderness. Spring resentment arises spontaneously, and there are countless traces of it. The setting sun slants on the blue grass, hazy, and the scenery is even more sad and blurred. I stood speechless for a long time. Who can understand my thoughts at this time? I planned to have a drunken binge to relieve my depression. But singing and dancing in front of fine wine, although pretending to be happy, feels boring. Because of lovesickness, but for you, I would rather endure everything, lose weight day by day, and become haggard again and again.