A beautiful poem about the first love 1. A poem about the first love
1). Acacia is without words, so don't waste your tears on flowers. Yan Jidao's
2). The sadness is drifting away and endless, and the distance is like spring water. Ouyang xiu's
3). If you teach your eyes to have no hatred, you don't believe that there are hoary heads in the world. Xin Qiji's Partridge Sky
4). Who is the lover of HarmonyOS? It's all about romance. Cao Xueqin's Introduction to a Dream of Red Mansions
5). The bright moon is not familiar with leaving and hating bitterness, and the oblique light shines through Zhuhu. Yan Shu's
6). Tears can be traced in the end, and words are hard to send without words. Chen Duansheng's
7). I also shed a bowl of heartless tears, wishing I hadn't seen you before I shaved. Su Manshu's
8). I miss you two times all day, and I am exhausted for you. Wen tingyun's
9). If you want to send colorful stationery and a simple ruler, you can know where the mountains are long and the waters are vast. Yan Shu's
1). Being away from hate is like spring grass, and you can go further and live. Li Yu's Qing Ping Le
11). Hongyan is in the clouds and fish are in the water, and it is hard to send this feeling with sadness. Yan Shu's
12). Do you know how much you miss linglong dice's An Hongdou? Wen Tingyun's Yang Liuzhi
13). Endure to laugh at a thousand dollars? After all, lovesickness is not as good as meeting. Shao Ruipeng's Butterfly Loves Flowers
14). When there is poverty in the corners of the world, there is only endless acacia. Yan Shu's
15), "The Jade House is Spring". All roads are good for gold and jade, and I only read the alliance between wood and stone. Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world. Cao Xueqin's lifelong mistake
16). People enter the river like the wind, and love is like the rain and the ground. Zhou Bangyan's
17), The Jade House is Spring. You can't stop shedding acacia and tears and throwing red beans, but you can't stop blooming spring flowers and flowers all over the building. Cao Xueqin's Red Bean Poem
18). Tears asked the flowers to be silent, and they flew over the swing in disorder. Ouyang xiu's
19). I feel sorry for myself, and I feel sorry for you. Feng Xiaoqing's resentment
2). The train of thought of love is afraid to be in phase. Looking forward to the long beach, the grass is full of hearts. It's hard to find two places when you are sad and sing. Zhu Yizun's "High Balcony"
2. Poems about First Love
If the two feelings are long-lasting, they are still in the morning and evening.
life and death are rich, and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
do you know that the exquisite drum is full of red beans?
the green lady is leisurely in my heart. If I didn't go to meet you, don't you hear from me? Qing Qing is your wearing, leisurely is my feelings. If I never went to see you, can't you take the initiative? Pick Xi Da Xi in the city gate, a day is like March Xi. -"Zi Ji"
I hope to win the hearts of one person, and the white head will not be separated.
only take one scoop for weak water of 3,.
there is a beauty, and I will never forget it when I see it. If I don't see it for a day, I will be crazy about it. -
. -Li Bai
There are endless tears of acacia and red beans, and there are endless spring flowers and flowers. -Cao Xueqin's "Red Bean Ci"
I only hope that your heart is like mine, and I will not miss you. -Li Zhiyi's divination operator
Acacia is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far away as the sky. -Le Wan's "The Operator"
Acacia is full of color and dew, and you can't hide it. Who is the trouble for? Partial to cross-examine. -
after a long separation, I am glad to sew in my heart, but I have not finished studying and separated. Just like the moon in the middle of the night, it is as fast as a dense cloud. -
Today, tears are full of sleeves, and thoughts are strong. Love is like a surge, swallowing the Songshan Mountain. -
I'm dying, and the road to death is clear. I don't ask for forgiveness, I just want to meet you. -
It's hard to dream at night, but your promise is empty. I am infatuated with myself, sighing and looking at the moon. -
You and I are inseparable. -
3. The poem of first love is original and beautiful.
Part 1: It's not the first love that doesn't understand love. Author: The brain of the last snow searched for a long-lost fragment. The impulse woke up the simple world of my memory, and there was no complicated accidental encounter, which caused love. You were not there, which I expected to disturb my calm pace. I was afraid that I would love to find distress, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to sleep. Missing hands flip through old photos, which are the negatives of love. Three years ago, the first snow collided with the clear sky. For an instant, people were warm and their hearts were warmer. The air that day was so fresh and the mood that day was so transparent. I liked you, accepted you with an ordinary name, and was grateful for that simple day. Fortunately, the tears you missed were not salty and sweet. It's so sweet. I'm really drunk in this sentimental flower season. Since then, the world of life has had the meaning of life. Chapter 2: Love Author: Xiao Shui is still cold. If that day appears repeatedly, the moon will bloom, and the lotus at night will become a girl's face. On the quilt, the small broken flowers are still clear. That is, on that day, I abandoned my mother's warning oath and entered a woman's room. You said that you only like daytime, but I don't like night, but I was crazy about it. On a rainy night, the streets were misty If this is our difference, dear, how will I treat day and dark? Hold a lamp at night, shut the moon out and the shy lotus, let me give up this infatuation and take root in my heart every day.
On a flowing day, I would like to marry you and go home, and then set up a red carpet in front of two rows of tearful candles and count my wishes. On that day, Lotus, who peeped at the moon's heart, climbed to the corner of the quilt and grabbed the small purple flowers for a walk. From then on, your day is my night, and my night is the day you once expected, the fleeting time, and your tearful eyes in the night rain. Scattered in your room, the moonlight didn't shine. Lotus slept on the quilt, combined with small broken flowers, and wiped out the lamp that lit up at the bedside. Chapter 3: Love Author: Rui Penggui misses a wild horse, and when I face you for countless nights, I can't find the lost sun from your bright eyes, and I always want to save some lost memories. However, the earthenware covered with rings in front of the window can hold only a little rain. Chapter 4: Missing love Author: madania
why do I miss you when I am apart day and night? How to get close to you, I am quietly asking myself.
I want to tell you loudly, but I keep burying my love in my heart. Dear girl, please forgive my wooden expression.
Let us open our hearts to each other and become the only one forever. Chapter 5: About Love Author: Wu Ai, you see my emaciated face because I have endured ruthless torture. I see your calm expression because I have read others' disdainful eyes. Where is my love? Maybe I will never find your love in my life. Once, people and lives were forged in my heart. How can I communicate with each other? Only by putting aside worldly desires and great love can we achieve new glory. Chapter 6: Love Author: Going to heaven and going to earth hangs high in the history of injuries and years. A heart print slides down in front of my window. The wind is your early spring chasing me for a visit at dawn. You cry about my loss in the rain. The crawling words and your selfishness cut into the only kiss I hold on to the sky. The blush of sunset is deep in your heart. I quickly intercept the transparency of your heart. The lipstick of your voice reflects the height of my literature. July is my winter tryst. It spreads the back of my network. The ambiguous cold around you at night is my clothes to find the temperature greetings of your language. Branding and engraving my traumatic eyes on the river is my wandering, touching your happy bones, heavy words, heavy lovesickness, shouldering the dream is your wedding dress, falling into the water is my article 7: What is love? Author: What is love in Wawu Village? People who are lovesick say it is a stamp, people who fall in love at first sight say it is an exclamation point at first sight, people who are lovelorn say it is XX, sincere people say it is the same hobby for her, and people in fairy tales say it is the first time to confess that they are not shy. I also asked an old couple who shook their heads and said that they didn't know each other and smiled. Chapter 8: Artistic works of love Author: Flowing art, vulgarity, like twins born together, makes love in a hurry, and you have to pretend that you are gone. Sadness summoned up the courage to climb the windowsill and finely cut it with my tears, and a black metaphor that you are gone, the works of art are put into the museum of love, and it is as dark as being imprisoned by dust. Let go. I only have a pair of incomplete arms and wings. In autumn, wheat can't catch it, but I will stand on the pain. The night is still beautiful, the windy bee is a flowing fog, and the porcelain jar is cracked and nectar leaks. How can happiness sleep peacefully when it is on the street? Sentence composition and genre have nothing to do with poetry. From then on, I fell in love with laziness and blank, and then some people saw themselves clearly. For example, I, the poet's lost works of art, why bother to hold love? If you want to auction, please start with the free reserve price.
4. A beautiful sentence of love
1. Among thousands of people, in the boundless time, a person happened to come into your life without a step earlier or a step later, which is somewhat fated and doomed. Looking back lightly, in the fleeting time, if there is a person who has been as gorgeous as fireworks and as bright as a meteor in your life, even though the passage of time has passed, you can miss him in the words and be aloof in the memory. Isn't this a kind of warmth?
2. On the night when there are few stars in the moon, standing in the soft evening breeze and on the small hillside, the white skirt flutters gently. You're coming this way, shouting at you, and your heart is out of control. I saw you running up, just a faint greeting, a shallow smile, as if the eyes of the stars were particularly bright at night.
3. If I can, I would like to trade my whole world for the tip of the iceberg. If possible, let my stage set in your heart and dance with your heart for a lifetime; If I can, I will give you all my heart, and I won't leave a petal to hurt myself; If you can, you can use peerless acting skills until I lose my memory; If you can, you can stab me to death with an emotional knife, and I will leave a suicide note so that no one will punish you; If you can, you fascinate me with love lies until I become a fool and can't remember you; If I can, let the memories stop forever and let the dreams come back to reality, I will cherish them all my life. However, these fantasies finally got into my bone marrow and became an organic whole with my blood, which became my patent forever.
4. Sleepless on a moonlit night, sitting alone in the courtyard and enjoying the garden, the flowers in the garden can't cover up my heart. Self-pity for the shadow flower, laughing at people's feelings is hard to round, not to mention when it is spring flowers and autumn nights, and Mo Wen's desolation in the world, not to mention the year when the love is deep and shallow, only knowing that I don't forget your shallow thoughts in the fleeting time, only knowing that I don't forget your figure in the shallow thoughts, only knowing that I am persistent in your thoughts. ...
5. I met you in the flower season. I don't know whether it was robbery or fate. I stood by the sansheng stone and listened to the flowers bloom in that world. After years of drunkenness, I lit the lamp and sang songs, remembering the colorful dreams in the songs.
6. I smiled back. You said that I was a good girl, and I smiled beautifully, as warm and dazzling as the sun. I just replied softly, in fact, only I understand my heart, but I am wondering if my beautiful dream will be broken and the broken glass will be inserted into my heart.
7. At that time, I was really integrated with you, as if we were in love together. The vague part of my memory gradually became clear in my consciousness. I felt as if I were in love with your permanent touch. I felt your beautiful unity and the outline of love moving and expanding in my dream of love. It was not my own illusion, but the living ignition point of my love for you, which was full of the initial and beautiful love. It seems that I am enjoying your beautiful love at this moment, which is so beautiful, magical and dreamy.
8. Meeting, or parting, getting to know each other, or forgetting each other, looking at each other, parting, pieces of feelings, pieces of stories, and pieces of drunken carols, who shall I sing to? Is it a shirking of this dark night, a proof of my boredom, a farewell masquerade or a pile of happiness buried?
9. The sun sets, like a beautiful blush on a girl's face, shy and bright. The sunset glow hangs on the horizon burned red by the setting sun, colorful and extraordinarily beautiful. Walking alone on the road, I saw you in front of me at a glance, quickened my pace, but just passed by. All love turns into youthful memories.
1. The world of mortals is fleeting. I know that you are the most beautiful encounter in my life. On the way here, the flowers are blooming, and the oil-paper umbrella in the south of the Yangtze River holds a warm feeling, smiling with passion. The branches of youth are full of beautiful acts, but when you look at them, you will fall in love at first sight.
11. Perhaps, in the world of mortals, no one can hold on to the past, and those lost years, such as sand, have been missed; Like smoke, floating away; Like a dream, it disappeared. However, after thousands of turns in life, the branches swaying over the years are still the faint scent that can still be smelled in the wind.
12. Flowers fall and fly several times. I can't forget this feeling, and I can't let it go. In this way, I fell in love with the mountains, drunk with water and drunk with the world of mortals. In this way, I fell in love with flowers, rain and persistence. Since it is so hard to give up, let this love be unforgettable. Since giving up is so painful, let this love stay in my heart forever.
5. The most beautiful poem
I want to know you, long life, no decline, no mountains, no rivers, no thunder and lightning in winter, rain and snow in summer, so I dare to say goodbye to you, the autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw is amazed.
it's embarrassing to know when lovesickness will meet. I miss you, but I miss you.
the long-term lovesickness looks like a memory, and the short-term lovesickness is endless. If I had known it was such a stumbling block, how could I have never known each other before? Rainman was not afraid of life.
I'm drunk in a dream. Seeing the sea like a wave, my heart like a moon and snow like a godsend. You are enchanting and I will never give up with you! When the invitation of life gradually moves from colorful to withered and barren years, it will only become clear day by day, dear. Is there only one so-called favorite? There is only one person in the ends of the earth. If there is no soul, what will you spend time with? If there is no eternity, why stay together? You can repeat your first love but not your passion. You can repeat those regrets but not your favorite. How can a flowering tree let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been praying for Buddha in front of Buddha for 5 years so that we can form a dusty Buddha. So I turned into a tree that grows along the roadside where you must pass. The flowers are all the hopes of my past life. When you come near, please listen carefully to the trembling leaves, which is my enthusiasm for waiting. When you finally walk past your friends who have fallen behind you, it is not petals, but my withered heart.
I miss you every day, but I don't see you, so I drink the Yangtze River water. When will this water stop? When has this hatred gone?