Seek classic English love poems ~ ~ ~ ~, note: don't be too sad, and don't pursue poems. Poems like love in Travel Notes of Flying House ~

When you are old, gray-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take down this book and read it slowly, dreaming of the gentle eyes you once had and their deep shadows; How many people love your joyful and elegant moments and love your beauty with false or true love; But there is someone who loves your pilgrim soul and the sadness on your aging face; Bend down by the hot fireplace and whisper with a little sadness, how love escaped, how to pace on the mountains overhead, how to hide your face among a group of stars. When you are old, Ye Zhi, when you are old, your head is white, you are sleepy, and you are dozing by the fire, please take this poem down, read it slowly, and recall the tenderness of your eyes and their heavy shadows in the past; When you are young and happy, how many people like your beauty? There is only one person who loves your pilgrim's soul. You have a changed face and painful wrinkles bent by the red fire, and whispered sadly, why did love disappear? It walks on the high mountain and buries its face among the stars. I saw them crying, Byron. I saw them crying. A big tear fell on that blue night, and then I thought it really had a violet tear. I saw you smile, and the sapphire flame beside you stopped shining. It was not as bright as the life that filled your glance, just like the clouds from the sun over there received a deep and soft dye, which was the sky that the shadow of the coming night could not drive away. Those smiles gave the most melancholy hearts their own pure happiness and left their sunshine behind their hearts. Byron, I have seen you cry-bright blue eyes shed crystal tears, and in my imagination, they turned into violets. However, how can convergence be worthy of your dazzling glance? Flexible and flashing flame is like the sunset dyeing the clouds far and near with beautiful glow, and the night from Ran Ran can't drive the glow out of the sky. Your smile makes the depressed heart share its pure happiness. This sunshine leaves a light above the mind. (3) How Do I Love Them by Elizabeth Barrett Browning? Let me count it carefully. I love you to the depth, breadth and height that my soul can reach, when I look for the elegance of existence and ideal outside my vision. I love you like the quietest need every day, under the sunshine and candlelight. I love you freely, like people fighting for justice; I love you purely, just as they avoid praise. I love you, with the passion of my past sadness and the faith of my childhood. I love you, and my love seems to be lost with my lost saint-I love you with my breath, smile and tears all my life! If God chooses, I will love them more after death. How do I love you? Elizabeth barrett browning, let me tell my heart how much I love you? There are countless words to say: I love you so deeply and so widely, as if my soul had flown to the grave in the ninth heaven to explore the mystery of life and the grace of the gods. No matter day or night, my love for you will never stop, just like my daily necessities. I love you purely, and I am not fooled by flattery. I love you bravely, just like fighting for justice! Love you, with past pain and childhood loyalty, love you, with tears, laughter and life. Without you, my heart will lose its saint, without you, my heart will lose its passion. If God wills, please be my master and witness: I will love you more and more after I die! She lives in a lonely place, william wordsworth. She lives in a lonely place, the best pigeon spring, a girl who is not praised and rarely loved: a violet beside a mossy stone, half-veiled! -As beautiful as a star, there is only one star shining in the sky. She lives in obscurity, and few people know when Lucy will die; 10 but she's in her grave, oh, it's different to me! She lives next to Wordsworth, on a lonely road. She lives in the source of the pigeon river, a lonely girl with little praise and little love. It is like a quiet violet looming on the edge of a moss stone-like a shining star shining in the boundless sky, living in obscurity, and Lucy's death is little known. But now that she is in the grave, how sad my heart is. Injun Serena de percy bysshe shelley I woke up from my dream. In my first sweet sleep at night, when the breeze was slow and the stars were shining, I woke up from your dream, and an elf was guiding me at my feet-who knows what happened? Dear, come to your window! Wandering air is faint in the dark, and the silent stream champak smells like a sweet idea in a dream; The nightingale complained that it died in her heart; Because I have to rely on you, oh, a lovely person like you! Ah, lift me up from the grass! Go to hell! I'm dizzy! I failed! Let your love fall on my pale lips and eyelids in a kiss. My cheeks are cold and white, alas! My heart is beating fast and loud; Oh! Thin it again, and it will eventually break there. Indian serenade Shelley dreamed of you at noon. I woke up from this beautiful dream, the wind was breathing quietly and the stars were twinkling; I dreamed of you at the beginning of midnight, oh, I got up and let go (what elves are at work? ) Take me to your door. Wandering music is in a coma on the dark and silent water, and the fragrance of Jinxiang wood melts, like a sweet imagination in a dream; The nightingale stopped complaining and complained that she died in her heart; Let me die in your arms, because you are so cute! Oh, lift me up from the grass! I'm finished! I'm in a coma! Fall! Let your love turn into a kiss and pour it on my eyes and lips. My face is pale and cold, and my heart is beating so eagerly; Oh, press it on your heart, and it will eventually break there.