We thought we loved each other deeply. The years to come will let you know, but it's very shallow.
The deepest and heaviest love must grow with time. Because of love, two strangers can suddenly meet and sleep in the same bed.
However, the same two people said when they broke up, I think you are getting more and more strange. Love makes two people from strange to familiar, and from familiar to strange.
Love is a game that turns a pair of strangers into lovers and a pair of lovers into strangers. I believe that love can change a person, which is the benefit of youth and the sorrow of youth.
A prodigal son is always a prodigal son. What changes a man may be the love of God or the compassion of Buddha, but it will never be a woman.
The prodigal son is the least suitable for marriage, and the prodigal son is the most suitable for marriage. It is often not a woman who changes a prodigal son, but a woman who just appears when the prodigal son wants to change.
A man's life, but do two things to a woman: better than she imagined, worse than she imagined. A woman forgives his bad with his good.
If one day they can't be together, it's not that he is too bad, but that she is too good. In our life, we should remember what we should forget.
Memory exists in cells, in the body and will never be separated from the body. Destroying it is equivalent to burning everything. However, some things must be forgotten, forget the pain, forget the harm that the person you love the most has done to you, and that's all.
Time will let you know about love, time can prove love, and it can also overthrow love. There is no kind of sadness that time cannot alleviate.
If time can't make you forget those people you shouldn't remember, what's the point of our lost years? Wouldn't it be great if all the sadness, pain and failure were false? Unfortunately, there are many false feelings and false meanings in the world, but their pain, failure and sadness are always real. He has thousands of advantages, but he doesn't love you, which is a shortcoming that you can never convince yourself to accept.
A person's greatest weakness is not selfish, affectionate, savage and willful, but paranoid love for someone who doesn't love himself. Secret love is a kind of self-destruction and a great sacrifice.
Secret love doesn't even need a date. We just stand by and watch the river, look at our reflection and feel sorry for ourselves, but we think we are in love with someone else. Love, like love songs, has the highest reverberation.
The saddest thing is not revenge, but regret The best love is bound to have regrets.
That regret has become a lingering sound, so we should pay attention to it. The most beautiful love, don't cry for the land, just care for each other silently.
Disappointment, sometimes, is a kind of happiness I will be disappointed because I have expectations.
Regret is also a kind of happiness Because there are things you regret.
Pursuing love, and then finding love, has always been a thousand times. The most romantic love is not available.
The most romantic love story is when someone who has broken up with you calls and asks, "How are you?" Your usual answer: "I'm fine." In fact, you still love him, and you are not good at all.
Men pretend to be strong, but they are afraid of being found weak by women. A woman pretends to be happy, but in fact she is afraid that a man will find her sad.
Love, sometimes, is a sinking thing. The so-called reason and determination are just ridiculous words to comfort themselves. Love has always been a bondage, and the pursuit of love does not mean the pursuit of freedom.
Freedom is precious, and we exchange this most precious thing for love. Because I love someone and know that I will lose my freedom, I am willing to make a promise.
Commitment is used to counter all changes. Change is eternal, and we can only restrict the change of the world with eternal promises.
What can't last forever is not a promise. Commitment is very expensive, if you respect your personality.
Love has security and insecurity. Love is a shock, a sense of powerlessness.
Love is temptation, and only love can give you the strength to resist temptation. Love is loyalty, but love can also make you betray.
A person is ungrateful, perhaps because he has a bad memory. He forgot, so he can be ungrateful; He didn't forget it because of ingratitude.
He didn't completely forget the past, but his memory was so poor that the past was no longer profound, and he was soon replaced by new memories, only remembering the laughter of the new couple and forgetting the smiling faces of the old ones. Love and nostalgia are two different things.
A man can't forget his old lover. He must have hurt her in the past years, and he can't make up for that mistake. When you know it's irreversible, the only way to compensate is to miss her and punish yourself with the memory of her.
Deep self-righteousness is nothing but self-deception. Women who know love usually lose badly.
Love is cruel and the winner is king. Feelings can be transferred, marriages can be frozen at any time, passions can be overdrawn, and love can fetch a good price.
Yes, this is our life in this small city. Let's go out together today and do my best.
The safest and most timely way is to be with yourself. The most beautiful state of a coin is not static, but when it rotates like a top, no one knows whether the side that is about to turn out is happy or painful, love or hate.
Happiness and pain, love and hate are always intertwined. The so-called fate, like invention, comes from accident.
Love is also an invention, which needs constant improvement. However, this invention is different from other inventions. It has no patent right and will be taken away at any time.
The more afraid of losing, the easier it is to lose. The more you want it, the more you have to put it down.
It's hard to let go, but there is no choice. There are many things in the world that can be redeemed, such as conscience and weight.
But there are more irreversible things, such as old dreams, such as years, such as feelings for a person. It is not painful to give up someone who loves you very much, but painful to give up someone who loves you very much.
Food can have a label that says "Please eat before this". Women are not food, youth has a time limit, and so does patience. Please love her and take good care of her before the time limit expires, because she has no time.
Everything has its time, so does hugging, and so does love. Love comes and goes.
Love always expires unconsciously. One day, when we took it out, we found that its freshest days had passed forever.
The saddest moment in love is the later indifference. A person who once loved you suddenly left you.
2. Ask for five modern short poems, Bian Zhilin Peninsula within 100 words.
The peninsula is the delicate hand of the mainland, pointing to the three sacred mountains on the sea.
There is a small building. Surrounded by water on three sides,
What can be seen but not drunk.
A spring is rushing to the heart of the palace.
People are still tracking to the door.
Last night, a little gem,
This is what you see.
Cover the sea with curtains,
Afraid of tourists looking out of the sail again.
Cang Kejia's insomnia.
A living ship.
Are moored in the harbor of sleep
The wind from the sea at night is old and dead.
Snoring microwave is breathing quietly.
Only I have been falling on the waves at night.
The storm surged on the canvas.
Heart, cannot break down.
The rope of thought is getting longer and longer.
Lin heard the laughter.
It's her eyes, lips and the vortex of her lips that are laughing.
As beautiful as dew,
A bright smile.
Hiding in the shining shell teeth.
That is laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile: the reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered in the ear.
Soft as a flower shadow,
Itchy sweetness
Into your heart.
That's a smile-a smile in a poem, a smile in a painting: traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
3. 100 modern poetry autumn rain/beautiful and lovely
( 1)
There was a rain.
windiness
Hang a little melancholy.
Reduce persistent sadness
printsipayalnyj I zalostlivyj vzglyad
The heavy rice bent the joy of harvest.
Suddenly got a fright.
The change of seasons is just a lonely heart.
turn around
The geese flying south left a message of meeting.
Let you remember it warmly in your heart.
even if
There will be more vicissitudes in the coming year.
Goodbye, still standing.
Waiting for your posture
(2)
Raindrops produced by the rotation of the basin gear
Get into your neck calmly
Stop and stand in front of the wellhead.
Look up at the rain affectionately.
Smells of coal.
Breathe the autumn air
deeply
Tell the autumn wind and autumn rain the joy of the earth
and
Waiting for his safe return at the door.
beloved wife
I won't copy it, I'll read it myself. )
4. A Hundred Words of Modern Poetry was originally written by butterfly lovers.
"Green hyacinthus orientalis said leisurely in my mind," they come every day.
Reading, guessing, inseparable,
He didn't expect that her heart was as beautiful as a candle.
I never wanted to touch that delicate face.
Those butterflies already exist. Look at them.
Clean clothes and walk across the bridge.
She teased him behind his back and waved her sleeves.
She thinks he is like a painting, embedded in the afterlife.
She wanted to tell him a lonely metaphor,
But I feel replaced by some lightness,
Fantastic wants to be combined with thousands of thoughts.
This is a butterfly flying its own existence.
In order to accommodate their most fragrant night:
They went deep into each other and shocked the blood.
5. About 100 word modern poem "Rain Lane" (Dai Wangshu)
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
A girl with a lilac knot.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Sorrow in the rain, sorrow and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me,
Silently like me.
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She silently approached, approached and threw.
Sighing eyes
She drifted by like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Like a lilac garden in a dream,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
Arrived at the decadent wall and walked into this rainy alley.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Fade her color, dispel her fragrance,
Dissipate, even her sighing eyes.
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
6. 100 modern poetry, flowing clouds/breeze, silent walking wind,
Sneak by,
The wind blows and the clouds move.
Clouds move with the wind,
Silence,
Drifting in the wind.
Cloud,
Raise the white sail,
Floating,
Gone with the Wind ...
The blue sky,
Clear sky Wan Li,
Occasionally there are a few white clouds,
Meet by chance,
They talked silently.
Suddenly,
The wind is coming,
Floating clouds,
Bright and airy,
Drift into the distance,
Silence.
The white gesture of that moment,
Dotted with blue sky.
7. Seeking the original modern poetry, the moonlight is like a gauze skirt all over the body.
Xiao is closely related to people's hearts.
The rhythm of the season
Flow slowly with the dance of thought.
The riverside is accompanied by flowers.
Entering the moonlit night, there are thousands of feelings.
changing
Just wash away the heavy sand.
Long river sunset
Reflect waterfowl and watch the beach.
Paddle and cast a net at dawn.
I want to get more sunshine.
Break free from the ship's rail.
Just a few stars squeezed by clusters of fishing fires.
So there are fishing songs everywhere.
Return to the boat with the evening breeze.
Who let the sunset spread water and leave half a river red?
Pay Jiang Feng a drunken pillow.
A few lines of geese in the sky.
Did it flow east again and then fly south?
Mo Wen is in a hurry, and Mo Wen is floating.
Didn't the ling pickers return home in kawakaze?
A lot of snow fell into the river.
Fluidized heavy cooling
Clouds collided with huge waves.
Thousands of piles of snow have been rolled up.
Oh, time and tide will not wait for a lonely person;
Only to see the fisherman alone in the bow still clinging to the boat.
I only saw the river flowing in the sky.
The moon still shines with clear light.
How can this flute blow out the process of the river?
But how many ships are classified into four seasons?
8. Write a modern poem of about 50~ 100 words. This is the tenth month of my love.
My time married a shadow.
I'll take a bite of the fresh peach I picked and let you
Also have a taste of clean teeth, sweet and moist.
Let your whole body swell like gratitude.
Why is it just your voice?
Look at the fruit you saved for dinner.
An empty coat is covered with dust.
I can't see your face, cigarettes curl up-
You have no face to see anyone, to see me?
Who's that? All changes
Everything starts with the finger. Tintin, think of logging.
Your gesture, a storm will fill the castle.
The wind is tense and sudden.
Neither in the north nor in the south.
Our tunnel is very cold.
If you move forward slowly,
The horse is lazy and the six reins are full of cloudy days.
If you are in a hurry to move forward
The horse was cleverly whipped.