There are no arrangements in the world. Hua Lian has been sick for ten years. If you don't think about it, you will never forget that night of Jiangchengzi. When you see this, you will encounter the earth lasting and the heaven lasting; One day, both will end, and this endless sadness will continue to sing eternal songs of sadness. The silkworm in spring will weave until it dies, and the candle will drain the wick every night. I will definitely live up to my lovesickness. The fallen petal is independent, and the swift flies in both directions. Linjiang fairy is poor, and there is no bone along the river. I was still a dream girl's "Longxi West", and I bought a thousand dollars as a blessing. Who will fall in love with this situation and become husband and wife? They love and love Su Wushi, the same old topic.
I want some long prose poems about love. Love is a picture book, a stack of photos recorded with the light of life.
There is a kind of love that needs to be collected, and it is another kind of scenery on earth.
Lonely readers everywhere are heartbroken. Read delicate feelings. Reading is rolling in and rushing away. Reading is boundless enthusiasm and vividness. ……
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The haggard of the Iraqi people begins with their eyes.
Like deep blue waves, thin and lonely as a line of spring water.
Behind loneliness is a long pulse, a burning emotion, and details waiting for attention and understanding.
The captured mood is like a thin cloud, but what I meet unexpectedly is a sad beauty.
The haggard eyes are full of love, but what can't escape is the heavy charm.
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Always remember. Always remember.
Memories and thoughts are the sweetest things in the world.
The memory of Iraqis is everywhere. The memory of Iraqis is anytime and anywhere.
The Iraqi people's concern and yearning is a familiar ditty, and they can't help singing a melody. Just like people who wash the sun in winter, they are always used to looking up at the sky in spring and wondering where the sun will be.
The most important thing to store is memory. How can we save such pure information?
Love, in fact, has many expressions.
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There is nowhere to hide the warmth of the Iraqi people, just as thin ice meets the scorching sun, but it lacks an inescapable heart.
The persistence of the Iraqi people is beyond doubt, like a warm wind, timid and soft until they are willing to reveal their secrets.
Love is also a battlefield, but it often lacks rounds to kill each other.
How fragile false persistence is, it is better to be a prisoner from beginning to end.
Being surrounded and captured by love is really the most wonderful feeling in the world.
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From then on, I cared about each other.
Worry is an immature crop, even if it is suppressed like a knife, it cannot be harvested.
Care has no form, but it is the easiest to integrate into every minute of time. Like invisible air, it always gives all the growing life the most suitable breath.
Concern has no definition, but it can make people understand philosophy best. Far away, the end of the world is near at hand.
The feeling of caring is a little helpless and a little sweet.
I care how thick it should be, but maybe it's just an extravagant hope.
3. What are the long sentences about "affectionate love"? 1. Only you know how hard it is to love someone. Losing all your youth turned out to be a mistake. I don't want to play dumb, but I have to admit defeat. Who can keep the missing lover? I can only pretend to be deaf and dumb, pretending to be happy, and I can't keep my tears in my heart ... I can wait if I miss the sunrise, and I can come back if I miss the beautiful scenery. Cherish the people around you, especially those you love and love.
2. If you insist on seeing that the other person doesn't deserve your love, it's asking for it. Sacrificing yourself for love sounds beautiful, but if the other person is not worth your sacrifice, or your sacrifice can't buy happiness between you, then you should be careful not to make yourself a fool.
3. Moonlight swallowed the darkness of the earth, but it couldn't erase my thoughts; Starlight dresses up the beauty of the blue sky, but it can't drive away the loneliness in my heart. A little miss, a burst of pain, every word in the text message is a worry accumulated because I miss you.
1. Honey, I miss you again. I think from the bottom of my heart that every time I miss you, I will cry, and then I will write your name with my weak hand. I can't find his lost heart-shaped photo. I am a heartless woman. I picked it up easily, just put it down. But I never thought that such a heartless person has changed, and I have become so concerned about a person, that kind of desperate care, that kind of care that misses that person, that kind of care that every cell in my heart hurts, that kind of care that tries to control this pain and slaps myself without feeling at all. Sadly, I pretend to be a great man when I clearly care.
2. I am in my heart, but I am not around. Every quiet night, I read and burst into tears. Emotionally, I finally understand that in fact, two people are not love, but two things called loneliness come together to find playmates. In the emotional world, no one is unique, let alone the last one. Suddenly I remembered a very sad sentence, probably called: time can dilute everything, as long as I don't touch it, I think time can smooth those edges and corners.
3. In fact, the reason for all the missed love is the same: either you can't keep up with my footsteps, or I walked too fast and accidentally left you behind. In fact, the reason for all the missed love is the same: either you can't keep up with my footsteps, or I walked too fast and accidentally left you behind.
Perhaps, love is broken, just like a kite is broken, and it can never fall to the starting point. I finally understand why, after you left, I always looked up at the sky and let tears run down my cheeks, becoming a sad person looking into the distance.
Heartbroken in the past, you and I will eventually become strangers, so if we leave, all that remains is endless loneliness. So, will we say sorry easily? Maybe the beating heart can't explain the pain you gave.
Since the past is just a memory, can I format this memory? This memory is both beautiful and sad. I want to tell myself that you are no longer in the arms of others, but at this time, the memory is always deeper.
7. It is inevitable to have fantasies after meeting, which will breed a feeling of exploration by default. After getting familiar with it, the first impression is gradually blurred or even dim, which may be replaced by a pale reality. Then, two people are combined because of misunderstanding and separated because of understanding.
8. We are two dolls of memory, slowly entangled by invisible thin lines; We are all trees on both sides of the road, standing silently on those sorrows. Those jittery days, those gone forever, we should tell ourselves to live modestly.
9. After parting, people in the two places are haggard, have no appetite for three meals, have few seasons in spring and autumn, are deeply sad, are not persuaded by their six relatives, are homeless, and are very lonely. I hope to return to 1999 and have a perfect person for a long time.
10. Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a misplaced painting. Everything in the past can't go back to the past, so it slowly extends bit by bit. Maybe we should really forget what interleaving is.
1 1. Let the peach blossom pass through the drizzle, not the cold night wind, the flowers are red and dusty, and the silent night passes through the graveyard of Hua Zhong, leisurely strolling, fragrant, repeatedly worried, the clouds are moving, and the sky is playing tricks.
12. Space only leaves distance, which can't stop us from missing each other. Just like now, although you have gone far, my pillow is still your sweetness. Where there is you, there is my tie.
13. Sometimes, it is for love that you quietly avoid it. What I avoid is the figure, but what I can't avoid is the silent feelings. Some people meet like meteors. In an instant, generate had an enviable spark, but it was destined to pass in a hurry.
14. Some things you know are wrong, but you have to insist because you are unwilling; Some people, knowing that they are in love, still have to give up because there is no ending; Sometimes, you have to move on knowing that there is no way out, because you are used to it.
15. The night sky exaggerates the crying, and the broken snow embellishes the pity. Singing softly, but nowhere to send acacia red sound. The rain soaked all my thoughts and washed away all my floral fragrance, leaving me only a piece of flower sorrow. I can only whisper: flying freely is as light as a dream, and the continuous rain is as fine as sorrow.
4. Love poems, if you want to be long and sad, you'd better not meet each other, so you can not fall in love.
Second, it is best not to know each other, so that you can not miss each other. Third, it's best not to accompany you, so you don't owe each other.
Fourth, it is best not to cherish each other, so that you can not remember each other. Fifth, it is best not to fall in love, so as not to dislike each other.
Sixth, it is best not to face each other, so there is no need to meet. Seventh, it is best not to make mistakes, so as to make mistakes.
Eighth, it is best not to promise each other, so you can not continue. Ninth, it's best not to depend on each other, so you don't have to lean together.
Tenth, it's best not to meet each other, so we don't have to be together. But we met as soon as we met, but we never met when we met.
Andrew and Jun are absolutely in harmony, so they won't teach life and death to be lovesick. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I don't know I love you, but that I love you too much to say. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I miss you deeply, but that I can't be together. The furthest distance in the world is not being in love with each other but pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches growing from the same root cannot depend on each other in the wind. The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but that the stars in the eye don't meet. The farthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between stars, but even if the trajectories meet, they are short. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it in an instant, but that you are doomed to meet it before you meet it. The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird. The furthest distance in the world is not that you don't know I love you when I stand in front of you, but that you can't hear me say I love you when I stand in front of you. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't hear me. I love you.
5. A long and beautiful love poem. "Die Lian Hua" Liu Yong leans on a dangerous building, looking forward to spring, and it is already dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent. I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Nine, "Li Si" Yuan Zhen was once an ocean of water, and it will always be amber. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Eight, "Jiangchengzi" Su Shi was born and died for ten years, never forgetting. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Seven, "Qiu Yan Ci" Yuan Hao asks what the world is and teaches life and death. Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times. Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school. You should have a saying, Wan Li's cloud, Qian Shan's snow, only to whom. Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots. The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess. For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.
Sixth, "Que Qiaoxian" Qin Guan thin clouds are smart, flying stars spread hate, and silver and Han are dark. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world. Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.
5. "Walk and walk" walked and walked away from your life. Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven. It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it will be safe. North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch. The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become. Wandering clouds cover the sun, and wanderers are reluctant to return in foreign countries. Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end. There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.
Fourth, "Shang Xie" is evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you!
Third, drums and drums in the Book of Songs, actively using troops. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone. From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried. Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest. Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.
Second, the "operator" Li Chi Ngai 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.
First, "Jun gave birth to me before I was born, but I was old when I was born."
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early. You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.
I am far away from you, and you are far away from me. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.
Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass.
6. Poems about love It is because of love that the world is so beautiful and charming.
If there is no love in life, everything will become dim, so we should cherish all love. Of course, love has two sides. It makes people happy and sad.
In any case, we should write love poems with our heart. Chapter 1: Wrong love, lonely soul and empty heart wandering in the middle of the night. Thinking of you can only turn into a dark cloud, and thousands of thoughts can be blown away by the wind, but only watching you go away. Chapter 2: Love Poetry Love is a flower, love is sunshine, and love is rain and dew.
Love creates miracles, love changes the world and love is eternal. Love can turn desert into oasis, and love can make dead trees flourish.
As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will be better. Chapter 3: The Love of Meteors: At midnight, red liquid flows in the goblet, thin cigarettes burn between fingers, noisy crowd, lonely red lips. All this has nothing to do with love. Through your indifferent eyes, I clearly see each other's love, just like the arc crossed by a meteor. The left eye is the beginning and the right eye is the end. Chapter 4: "See and see" You see, or you don't see me, I am there, I will not be sad or happy if I miss you, or I will be there if I don't miss my feelings. Or don't love me, love is there, never increasing, or 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 is silent, love is silent and happy. Chapter 5: Fantasy of Love The mouse on the keyboard can't be locked, and the feelings and fragrance of the long night drift through the changes of seasons. A mess of graffiti became a fantasy of love. Liu Yang untied a section of amorous feelings by the river, a small bridge in the gentle drizzle. Looking at the past, clouds gather in the sky, turn into clouds, and turn into illusions. Who can master the ups and downs Chapter 6: God's Love There is warm sunshine in spring and frost in winter. Warm sunshine and frost are seasonal. They flaunt that people die, and poverty and wealth are actually the same. Everyone alive wants to enjoy the sunshine in a bright place. The souls of the dead always wander in dark places. After death, the humble people in this world will always go to heaven. Chapter 7: "Love" Love, a simple word, contains infinite power and can't hide the loneliness of injury.
Love, a word made of ten strokes, draws a beautiful picture and can't hide your smile. You can also write beautiful melodies.
Love is also very lonely. You can't hide loneliness. Listen to it. Where does it hurt? Listen to the loneliness of love quietly. Chapter 8: How did A Flowering Tree let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I begged him for 500 years, let us form a dust Buddha, so I turned into a tree and grew in the sunshine on the roadside you must pass. All the flowers are the hope of my previous life. When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling leaves, which is my waiting enthusiasm. When you finally ignored my friend who fell behind you, it was not a petal, but my withered heart. Chapter 9: "When my father loves peach blossoms, I hold my father and walk along the peach blossom corridor, listening to his philosophical words. When summer came, when the lotus was in full bloom, I followed my father and stood by to the lotus pond and looked into his deep eyes. Autumn has come, and I am holding my father and squatting beside the chrysanthemum basin, feeling his deep love. Autumn is coming, I hold my father and swim in front of the plum tree to feel the warmth in my father's heart. Dad loves flowers, and I am the happiest person. At first I believed in love, but later I was full of confidence.
Finally, I no longer believe in love. Should I still believe in love? what is love ? Is it the heart when we first met, or the sweetness when holding hands, or the understanding after twists and turns, the warmth and sweetness in plain? If you have love in your heart, you can love others. If you love yourself first, you can love others better.
Chapter 11: When you are old and gray-haired and take a nap by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness of your eyes and their heavy shadows in the past. How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy and sincerity of adore you when you were young? Only one person loves you, the pilgrim's soul loves you, and the painful wrinkles on your aging face hang down. It whispered sadly the disappearance of love by the burning stove on the mountain overhead, walked slowly and hid its face among a group of stars. Chapter 12: "Meeting Love" How many people have to go through before they can finally come together? Why don't we cherish the people in front of us, but because of various practical factors, we choose to give up. what is love ? At this moment, I feel that my life is a bit of a failure. Why am I? My feelings can't stand a little twists and turns. I am not handsome enough, I am not rich enough to talk sweetly, I am not romantic enough to persist, and I am not serious enough. Why does it always bring scars in the end? Chapter 13: Love is like flying a kite. If the thread in your hand is broken, your fate is over. Sometimes we are all stupid. We still don't understand how much love can fool around in the whirlpool of love. All kinds of women always leave limited thoughts and infinite sadness. You can't hide forever until you see someone.
7. Sad poem 1 The belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi
Life and death are rich, Zi Cheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs, High Wind and Drumming"
If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, is it a matter of time? -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"
4 When will Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy. -Anonymous "Feng Qiu Qin Huang Ge"
This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night. You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends. -Zheng Chouyu's Farewell
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber. -Yuan Zhen's "Thinking from Four Poems"
If you raise the dust on the road, if you make the cement muddy, when can we meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"
8. Sentence about love vows 1: The saddest distance in the world is that two people are far apart, but they don't know each other. Suddenly one day, they met, fell in love and became very close. Then one day, they stopped falling in love, and the two people who were very close became far away, even farther away than before.
I like to leave my mark on you, but I never remember that you never belonged to me.
This kind of love burns like a match, which instantly radiates dazzling light and can melt two hearts. Some people are even willing to burn a lifetime of passion, just to enjoy this short happiness. All passing scenes are just beautiful moments, and all hearts can only slowly precipitate, which can't warm your life. When it burns out, the smell of smoke will disappear in an instant, leaving endless loss. In fact, all the glories are short-lived and will eventually return to calm.