Love prose poems

After colorful years and passionate romance, when everything is dull, two people can still hold each other's hands, which is true love. The following is a selection of prose poems about love, welcome to read!

Chapter 1: Let you measure your life between home and factory.

In the measurement, I abandoned my youth, my lover and my lover.

Arrogant and frivolous

There is no thinking between day and night.

What is the meaning of life? What is there to cherish?

Looking back at the ferry of life, the steps have changed from vague to clear.

It is naive to evaluate you now with a youthful eye.

You evaluate your youth with your present eyes, which is nostalgia.

Dare not promise easily, for fear of overdraft trust.

Open a place in the farthest corner of your heart.

If you plant your thought, will it bear the fruit of love?

Care with your heart and shelter from the wind and rain.

Watch the sunset one day.

How to cut out two silhouettes in the afterglow of sunset

Fingers locked, temples slightly frosted.

There are only years of precipitation and happiness and kindness in my eyes.

Chapter 2: Looking for the endless ups and downs of the horizon.

Looking for the drooping swan goose

Write a letter and draw a picture of Chanjuan.

The sunset glow jumped out of the notes at the end of the day.

Look for familiar faces among the people moving in the street.

If it's not you, who is it?

Willow waved its fingers and counted the texture of the wind.

Looking for the past in soft chords

When the mountains are echoing and the water is rippling.

At midnight when all is silent, tears are silent.

There is no reason to be sad.

Looking for a strange feeling in tears

Article 3: Wandering, passing through the loss of Qian Fan.

Just waiting by the shipwreck

The distance between the ends of the earth is the distance between two hearts.

A word from ChanJuan became a prophecy.

Inadvertently wrote down the situation of life.

This meaning floats like a cloud.

Look up at the bright moon and peep at the lotus flowers in the rain.

It is difficult to understand the separation for a period of time.

If the heart wanders, there is nowhere to go.

Chapter four: Harmony Poetry says: The heart is a harp.

There is a sad song.

Beautiful melody

There are also calm chords.

A sad song makes people old.

A melody plays life.

No one can solve a chord.

It was difficult for the ancients to work.

The strings are covered with dust.

Palace, commerce, horn, sign, feather

Five flavors of life

Only a bosom friend can understand his heart sound.

Article 5: Time changes a paper answer sheet.

Can you decide whether life is right or wrong?

Faded youth

When I look back, I can only look up.

We put our nostalgia for life

Often comes down to fate.

Never look at yourself.

Jane doesn't cherish it.

Reluctantly pushed by the years.

Walk into the long-awaited city

gene duplication

Have you ever been forced to realize your dream?

When all emotions are ashamed to say it.

A sense of indifference can stay in my heart forever.

Helpless, tangled, confused, all relieved in confusion.

Chapter 6: Willow makes wind in rainy season.

Tiles dripping from the rain in Mao Mao

Through the dusk mist.

Sigh and break the string

Who clothed Dashan with hemp fiber?

Just for the dark fishing in late spring

There are no traces of tourists' old shoes.

I used to look for the mark of my bosom friend.

Time wears raindrops into beads.

Sing the epiphany of the world's troubles

How about tomorrow?

Or repeat the present moment

Or turned into nothingness by sunlight.