The most romantic poem

1, Wu, Yue. The green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other. Who knows the feeling of parting? Your tears are full and mine are full. The ribbon knot is not finished. The tide at the head of the river has ebbed. (Lin Bu) 2. Where will I wake up after drinking tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to. (Liu Yong) 3. Endless acacia tears throw red beans, and spring flowers can't be finished. (Cao Xueqin) 4 The willow in Xicheng is soft in spring, moving away from sorrow, and tears are hard to collect. I still remember my feelings. I once went back to the boat for the department. In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain. Young people don't stay for teenagers. They hate you. When will they stop? When the flying catkins fall, they climb the stairs. Being on the riverside, I shed tears and have a lot on my mind. (Qin Guan) 5. Last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market was full of lights. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve. (Ouyang Xiu) 6. Old trees are hard to support, poor but unintentional. Zhao is not a woman, the goose feather is light and the birds are gone. I don't want to be shy when I'm away. You have suffered a lot, changed friends, and claimed that someone was with you. 7. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. (Li Chi Ngai) 8. This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. Who do you know? (Ouyang Xiu) 9. Look at her husband, Jiang Youyou; A woman turned to stone and never looked back. After days of rain, pedestrians turn to stones. (Wang Jian) 10, the catkins have faded, and the lotus pond mud just touched the lotus root. Take good care of it and remember the past life. Love becomes thinner when it is strong, and now I really regret it. Looking back at that broken heart, tears steal zero. (Nalanxingde) 1 1. When you are disabled, you have poetry and wine, and there is nowhere to find it. You missed your tears for years, so you can't meet again in your dream. (Anonymous) 12, but I saw it, Xiang Chen. Who is the golden flower? (He Zhu) 13, I don't know the soul, but I have a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows? (Wei Zhuang) 14. I miss you like a candle, and my heart is filled with tears. (Chen) 15, tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. (Ouyang Xiu) 16, Guan Guan Luo Qiu, in Hezhou. Ladies make gentlemen. (The Book of Songs) 17. Who can complain about loneliness? Foreword is always faint. (liuyong) 18, endure a thousand dollars to pay a smile? After all, lovesickness is better than meeting. (Shao Ruipeng) 19, Dudao is a good marriage. I only look at the wood and stone alliance. Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world. (Cao Xueqin) 20 Acacia has no words, don't waste your tears on flowers. (Yan) 2 1, I am very affectionate. A lot of feelings, in full swing. Twist a child and shape me. Break us together and mix with water. Pinch another you and shape another me. I got you into the mire, and you got me into the mire. You and I live and die together. (Guan Daosheng) 22, affectionate only spring court month, still as a fallen flower. (Zhang Mi) 23. Love is fear of thinking. Looking at the long beach, the grass is full of heart. It's hard to find two places when you are sad to sing. (Zhu Yizun) 24. It seems that this star was not last night, and the wind dew stood in the middle of the night for whom. (Huang Jingren) Fight for this life, love wine and flowers, and weep for Iraq. (Zhou Bangyan) The most romantic poem 2 1 When those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches? People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. 2, live and die with wealth, grow old with your son, hold the child's hand and grow old with your son. When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia. 4, ruthlessness is not like sentimental bitterness, and one inch is still ten million. 5, buttonwood, three nights of rain, can not leave love is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. 6, I want to know you, there is no decline, there are no tombs in the mountains, rivers are exhausted, thunder and lightning in winter, rain and snow in summer, heaven and earth are one, but I dare to be with you. 7, live together and leave home, sad to death. 8, where to wake up tonight, Yang Liuan, Xiaofeng waning moon. 9. He was born infatuated, and there is no place for lovesickness in the world. 10, how beautiful she looks. Open the pearl casement and sit with a frown. Poetry describing romantic love. I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself. 1 1. Acacia is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far away as the sky. Qian Qian didn't do anything, which made people even sadder. If you want to see it for no reason, it's hard to fight. If there is no fate in the last life, we will meet again and bless the next life. 12, people don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. What are the most romantic modern poems 1? "Accidental" Xu Zhimo I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in your heart, you don't need to be surprised, let alone happy, and then disappear. You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have my direction, you remember, you'd better forget the light released in this encounter! 2, "Once Slow" Modern Mu Xin remembers when I was a teenager. Everyone sincerely said that in the morning, the railway station was dark and there were no pedestrians, and the small shop selling soy milk was steaming. In the past, the color changed slowly, and the mail was slow. You can only love one person in your life. The previous locks were also beautiful, and the keys were exquisite and fashionable. You can understand when you lock it. 3, "Believe in the Future" index finger When the spider web ruthlessly sealed my stove, when the smoke of ashes sighed the sadness of poverty, I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, and when my flowers are nestled in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write down on the desolate land with frosty vines: Believe in the future. I want to command the sky with my hand, I want to hold the sun with my palm, and I want to write with my warm and beautiful pen with my child's pen: Believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the vision of people in the future. She has eyelashes to brush away the dust of history, and she has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. Whether people give us rotting flesh, those lost sorrows and the pain of failure, they are moved to tears and show deep sympathy, or they give us contemptuous smiles and bitter ridicule. I firmly believe that people will give us a warm, objective and fair evaluation of our spine after countless explorations, losses, failures and successes. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments. Friends, firmly believe in the future, unyielding efforts, youth who overcomes death, the future and love life. 4. "That Life" On the night of Cangyang Jiacuo, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but to find a trace of your breath. That month, I turned all the prayer wheels, not to cross over, but to touch your fingerprints. That year, I kowtowed and held dust, not to worship Buddha, but to keep your warmth. At that time, I went through hundreds of mountains, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road. At that moment, I soared to immortality, not for your happiness and peace. On that day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple and suddenly heard the truth in your chanting. In that month, I shook all the prayer wheels not to cross over but to touch your fingertips. That year, I kowtowed to climb the mountain not to stick to your warmth, but to meet you on the road. At that time, I turned from mountain to water to stupa, not to repair the afterlife. 5, "Seeing and Seeing" Cangyang Jiacuo Tashi Landuoduo, you saw it, or you didn't see me, I was there, not sad or happy. Miss me, or don't miss me, that feeling is there, and it won't come or go. You love me, or you don't love me, love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing. You follow me, or you don't follow me. My hand is in your hand. Don't give up. Come to my arms, or let me live in your heart, love and be happy silently.