In fact, many touching poems have been searched online, such as the love poems of Xi Murong, Shu Ting and others. Just look for one, which is very touching. Shu Ting's To an Oak, On a Wet Station, Late Autumn Night in Beijing, Xi Murong's Gu Yue Fu, Youth Without Complaints and Lotus Heart are all very good. Of course, there are other poets of poetic schools, such as Beidao, Gucheng, Haizi and Xichuan, all of which are very good. The Maple Tree and Seven Stars written by Kitajima and Four Sisters written by Haizi are particularly classic love poems. If the landlord thinks these poems are a little old, then I will list some works by famous poets at present. In the 1990s and after 2000, the famous ones were Black Dachun, Zheng Xiaoqiong, Yao Guanglong, Shen Haobo and He Yufeng. Zheng Xiaoqiong's poems are my favorite and particularly shocking, but most of her works describe the spiritual contradictions and struggles of small production employees under the industrial framework. Regarding love poems, I think Yao Guanglu's personal lyric short poems are the best works describing love at present. I recommend a few red lanterns, which are short and eternal, for this reason, I yearn for life.
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red lantern
When I can't see you,
I can't see myself with my eyes.
The world should be kind,
Just your existence,
Added its meaning.
A brief eternity
You ran out of the wetland,
Covered in mud,
You stand on the arrogant hill and sing,
The wind dried the sweat, but it was tears when it was wet.
Actually, like you,
We like to see flowers in the quiet land.
From one emotion to another,
Give up thinking, choosing, hesitating,
We like to watch flowers blooming in the quiet land.
From one kind of happiness to another,
We gained a brief eternity.
I miss this life.
One kind of happiness is easy to forget,
Because it used to be our insipid.
There is a kind of pain that is easy to forget.
Because it has never left us a wound.
After falling in love, breaking up with each other,
Your life is still sunny.
And I can only live on the dark side of the light.
Sad to face countless nights.
I am like a straw, hanging on a stone wall,
Whether depression burns confidence in the cold winter.
I'm hanging here,
Not up, not down,
Acacia beat me black and blue.
I'm hanging here,
Don't cry, don't cry,
What else is worth my life?