Is Cupid a thirsty lip?
Drink only deep red blood and crystal tears.
Forget it in blood and tears
Two beating hearts.
Is Cupid a slender hand?
I am only addicted to the piano that plucks the heartstrings.
But I forgot it in my trembling.
And two painful hearts.
Is Cupid the wind without a trace?
Just chasing the frivolous clouds in heaven
Forget everything in hell.
Two heavy hearts.
Is God's love the pulp of the heart boat?
Inadvertently shook the moon print in the middle of the lake.
Forget in the fluctuation
Two broken hearts.
Love Poem of Tea-Zhang CuO [Beauty]
If I'm boiling water,
You are tea.
Then your scent is gloomy.
Must rely on my tasteless
Let your dry and soft.
Spread out inside me.
Let my infiltration stretch your face
I must be hot, even boiling.
Compatible with each other
We have to hide.
Struggle and entangle in the water
Yizhancha kungfu
We just decided to be a color.
No matter how big the ups and downs, you can't control them.
You will eventually slowly (oh, gently)
Autumn, gathered in my deepest place.
At that time, your most bitter tears.
Will be my sweetest sip of tea.
The Outer Edge of the Buddha-Zheng Chouyu
She came in and said, I can only stay until midnight.
You come and give me 108 relics.
It is said that it is the acacia bone that sparked before.
Use the center line of bodhi tree rings
String a rosary for time.
Unless you invite me to sit with you in this life.
In a lonely cave with dangerous peaks
One yin and one yang, two bodies.
Count the rosary silently and sit opposite each other through the ages.
My demon hides at night. How did you know?
When I picked flowers, the devil was smiling.
108 stupid words written by hand in each dynasty.
I'm afraid I have a guilty conscience like an ox and practice like a wool.
You only need to stay for an hour.
This relic has been integrated into my mind.
Bodhi tree is a part of my life.
I do not see any at all. I do not see any at all. You just think
A kiss as cool as dew is printed on the lips.
"Do you have to go?" Tagore
Traveler, do you have to go?
The night was quiet and I slept in the Woods in the dark.
The terrace is brightly lit, full of flowers, and young eyes are still awake.
Traveler, do you have to go?
We never tied your feet with pleading arms,
Your door is open and your saddle is standing at the door.
If we want to get in your way, it's just our song.
If we try to stop you, it's only with our eyes.
Traveler, we can't keep you. We only have tears.
What is the eternal fire shining in your eyes?
What restless fanaticism is running in your blood?
What is calling you in the dark? What terrible magic do you see in the stars in the sky?
Is it the night that came into your silent and eccentric heart with sealed secret information?
Tired heart,
If you don't like happy parties, if you have to be quiet,
We will put out our lights and stop playing our harp.
We just sat quietly in the rustling leaves in the dark, and the tired moon.
Will shed pale light on your window.
Traveler, what sleepless spirit touched you from the heart of midnight?
The farthest distance in the world-Tagore [India]
The furthest distance in the world
Not life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing right in front of you, and you don't know that I love you.
But knowing that we love each other but can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that you can't be together when you know you love each other.
But when I can't resist this yearning, I will still pretend that I don't have you in my heart.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't resist this yearning, but that I'm still pretending that I haven't put you in my heart at all.
Instead, I dug an insurmountable ditch for the person who loves you with my indifferent heart.
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You went, you went, Zhimo, the fog in the daytime,
Cover you, go that way,
Between Yueming and Xing Zi,
A distance that will never come again.
No, I didn't. I saw you, in the water in front of the wind.
Covered with a faint morning sun,
Vehicles passing through clouds,
Sudden appearance, but also abrupt avoidance.
Come back, a million bright, burning deep blue,
This place is horribly dark,
The cold wind there is too strong.
Are you used to the heavy silence? ……
Chibifu
Su Shi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.
Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.
A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Things are like a dream, a bottle or a month.
It seems that the average modern poem is about 18 lines.
I hope I can help you!