I'm looking forward to the dawn and the cool wind/blowing away the night covering the Woods and fields. I expect you to come to me through the Woods and fields like a wanderer returning home. I am looking forward to, sometimes with a smile, sometimes with tears, I am looking forward to a spring that has never opened, and I am looking forward to your coming along the beautiful path. I am full of tenderness/will bloom 10,000 Bai Lianhua, when you are walking gently by my side.
The moment of missing, the silent night wind/seems to be a kind of missing, and the source can't be seen. Moonlight is flowing down from the leaves and along the path to the distance. A group of elves are hidden in the moonlight, playing silent melodies and dancing invisible steps. The silent road is still painted with lines that make people linger.
As night falls, the tenderness of early summer permeates when night falls. The moon is swaying gently in the sparse branches. Young lovers are walking hand in hand under the tree, and the last blush of the sunset glow is quietly dissolving into the twilight. I sat by the window alone, watching the dim light in the distance. What about you, walking on the street in a foreign land, thinking about what?
Missing you is the night when I miss you. I don't want to leave you, but under your distressed care, I walked with you. Missing you is the night I miss you, but you didn't give me any direction. It's that you are too thoughtful and I am too greedy. I have always known that sincere people are deeply hurt, but I have turned all my worries into silent pain. I can be indifferent and gentle to you, but I can't escape the taste of caring, don't care about any return, and don't expect any tomorrow. When you started to leave me, I was so helpless, unwilling, worried and unable to let go after leaving. Parting, you know, this is a night, with many longing colors and pale pulling. I really miss you. Fate is always a little sudden, and love makes people can't wait.
I miss bitter coffee. I still remember that you and I happened to be sitting at a table by the window in a coffee shop, enjoying this full moon. We smiled at each other. Why are we alone on family reunion days? So you and I meet and come to this coffee shop every day to drink this bitter and sweet coffee. I can't remember the day when you and I stopped looking at each other on this table, but I still sat. Keep this habit, a person sitting on this table, a person drinking bitter coffee, looking out the window, full moon and sunny, people have joys and sorrows. At this time, the moon is not round, people are not full, but the habit is still there, and the memory is still bitter, but the memory is still sweet. I am still drinking this bitter and sweet coffee.
Once upon a time, you appeared in my dream At the moment of meeting, light the flame of love in your heart! Miss, in this way, bitter flow. Years of wind, memory, dried up in the distant sky. Seasonal rain makes each other's hearts suffer in the mire of life, waiting for expectations and being doomed are all illusions. However, I can't get rid of my lingering thoughts. Heart, tangled, helpless pain. The clouds on the horizon lit up my makeup, and I was lonely all my life! Tonight, my tears are like rain. There is water everywhere, a swamp.
I miss you during the holiday. How have you been recently? No, I don't miss you, and neither do I. i care about you a great deal. Every holiday season, I miss my relatives more than ever, and a faint yearning will float in, and there will be unforgettable memories about you in the distance. So ... The sun also wants to cry. A gloomy breath. Like a thug, filled my heart. what can I say? There is no promise of love, and there is no expectation of life. But why, whenever I think of you, there will always be a heart rain, which will overflow my whole body and soak it, and it is another spring.
I burst into tears when I miss my mother/I'm afraid that if all this comes true/I'm afraid there will be no spring, summer, autumn and winter/no light/no memories in my world/because your mother is still young/you haven't kissed your grandson/you haven't worn reading glasses/you haven't sat in a rocking chair/because your father is used to your cooking/your brother's eyes are on you/your feet are on you. Mom, if you leave/the world will sleep/the white clouds will sleep/because they are all tired of walking with you/Oh, mom, if you leave/the grass in the yard will wither/the little white rabbits in the cage will be hungry/because they are unloved/at night, when you wake up from your dream/dial mom's phone/get busy/read, you are already asleep/but, really? .
When you left, my heart went blank. Although the wind is light, it still smells good. Although the sky is empty and Wei Yun is long, my heart is blank when you leave. Maybe it's fate that we can only meet each other and not go the same way. Maybe we missed our love in the marriage book of previous lives. Even so, you go your way and I'll go mine. Why am I so obsessed with this? Why is my heart blank except my thoughts? Just because our meeting was so beautiful, it made me despair. I'm afraid to say goodbye to you when you leave, or even meet you in a narrow way. When you left, my heart went blank. Now I don't know whether you are happy on the other side of the wind or whether you are warm and happy on the other side of the cloud. Without news, I can only try my best to hold up endless thoughts and entrust Qingfeng and Wei Yun to bring them to you quietly, so as to empty my heart and let myself fall asleep in the blank. Just because we met so beautifully.
The era of pure friendship in memory has long passed, and there is some distance between ideal and reality after all. Perhaps youth has passed away, perhaps the appearance has changed, but the concern in my heart still lingers in my heart. Far away, the intimacy of classmates. Brotherhood, suddenly one day, you and I meet in a different place, push a cup for a change, and friendship is revived. What remains unchanged is you and me, and what changes is the distance. In the greetings of laughter and laughter, there is no trace of the past, so the friendship in memory, relying on telephone transmission, can not stop the temptation, but can not stop missing. In the bright moonlight, I let myself go again.
Modern love poems
Modern love poems
1. You give me a tear, and I will see all the oceans in your heart.
2. Women should learn to dress themselves up, don't use simplicity as a shield, don't use housework as an excuse, and a woman who doesn't understand fashion is not complete.
Desolation and parting should be the same, and it is the most difficult to clear up grievances in the middle of the month. -the young beauty of Nalan Xingde.
I look forward to my lover day and night, and I miss you all night. There are few feelings in the world, always cherish love!
How to let you meet me? At my best moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship. -Xi Murong's A Flowering Tree.
6. When you enter my lovesickness door, you will know that my lovesickness is bitter, long and short.
7. My Fair Lady, Mr. Lang, knows each other. Yin Hui is covered with moss. A romantic dream is brilliant, and Joan Yu Bing smiled and was very happy.
8. Life and death are generous. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
9. The palace is full of officials, showing people. Minmei marries a beautiful woman, and Zhao woos. Two people worked together, and a child prodigy came in spring.
10. Princes will make trouble in their new houses, and they will support their beautiful women in bed. China withdrew the date of raw cinnamon, and Liu Mei kissed her on the lips. The willows are dancing gracefully, with mixed feelings. By the end of the year, the two snuggled together, and good luck often came to a happy home.
1 1. I'm here for quick travel, and I like romantic travel. You are a starry moon, and you are upstairs. I always think about my feelings. In my eyes, Hui Yuan was a person.
12. Love is an elaborate lie.
13. Love used to be a kind of wine, but it turned into missing.
14. I don't want to be an obstacle, and I don't want tears to touch my dearest face.
15. once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever.
16. Commitment is often like a butterfly, circling beautifully and then disappearing.
17. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
18. This feeling has nowhere to go. I frowned and went back to my heart.
19. I hope your heart is the same as mine and you won't miss it.
20. Fading is real, and blooming is just a passing sight.
2 1. Things that we thought we would never forget were forgotten in the process of our obsession.
22. Will the love carved on the back of the chair, like flowers on cement, open a windless and lonely forest?
23. That year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not to see you, but to keep your warmth. In that month, I went through all the prayer tubes, not to cross them, but to touch your fingertips. Then I went to the mountains, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
24. It is rare to have a lover, but it is unrequited love. A dream in my heart, seeing my sweetheart. A little dream didn't come true. Why is this happening? God has his eye on me!
Excerpts from beautiful poems about modern poetry
Excerpts from beautiful poems about modern poetry
1, I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
Is the rainbow in the sky;
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to greener grass;
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
2. Who told you:
Promise me
Hold back your pain
Say nothing.
Through the whole city
come?from?afar
The night gave me a pair of black eyes.
I use it to find the light.
You are the light I saw in the dark.
You are the hope I smell in despair.
Opportunities are fleeting.
I am waiting for your arrival.
Use your life to get close to you
I'm not afraid of being hurt all over.
Modern poem "I crowded the bus this morning and was caught by the door"
Stars dotted the dark night sky.
The streets are hazy under the moonlight.
A slender back
familiar face
Broken memories begin to hurt again.
Muddy shadows bound his legs.
Let the footsteps become heavy
Reach out and touch.
Eyes flashing in a hurry.
Tears cut through the sky.
The fantasy disappeared in the morning light.
6, railings thoroughly
Bingu Lianghuaduo
Like fog
Snow and powder are falling.
Love each other
That's just a quiet white pear flower.
Floating in the air
My love is Qingcheng Yiren.
Clothes don't pile up.
Indulge in Qian Shan month
Don't raise the height of the south
Ask the world of mortals
Don't touch the flying floc.
float
No wind, no drift.
There is wind, but there is no flute.
7. If you can't study for the rise of China, fight for your future!
8. When the river meets the sky.
When the spire goes straight into the sky
The breeze is blowing.
Brought me deep thinking.
faraway place
Where I'm not with you
On a starry night
Are you missing alone?
Time slowly passes through the atrium.
Finally waited for this night.
Regrettably,
Our first birthday in love.
Without my company
dear
Don't be sad.
Because we said that in the future
Have each other.
Laugh together
Will be sad together
Will work together.
Watch the sunset.
listen to
I am far away.
Call your voice.
Happy birthday to you.
Hush
Close your eyes.
join
Always longing to be together
……
9. Stop playing games and running downstairs crazily.
No longer awakened by the waterfowl by the river for no reason, facing the light of the sunset
No longer describe it in a distorted way.
As soon as the wind blows, we are used to putting skirts and thoughts together.
Go downstairs slowly, turn on the TV slowly and make plans for tomorrow.
be careful/cautious
Clouds have passed, and running water has passed.
Of course, gossip has also dropped to a very low level.
Oh, you have a mottled appearance and a gorgeous appearance.
A tree in the yard also has a great shade.
We are all old.
I still say I love you.
Oh, this is how many years of deliberation.
10, "I have always been a dirty person and met you.
It has the appearance of porcelain.
But no one came to tell me that every road is sunny.
It's easier to fall down and break than you.
As a person who sells moonlight and human beings.
I allow you to laugh at me.
If you wake up one morning and can't find each other.
Only the breeze blows
Smile, whether you remember it or not. "
1 1, stubbornly believe that I want to live in a distant place once.
If I disappear, a horse will follow me and smell me.
Therefore, I allow myself to live so close all my life.
Hold the best time in your hand.
I know, I have come a long way, and I can come back again.
You will be closer to yourself.
12, at dusk, we walked to the fields in the breeze.
Look at the dandelion turning yellow.
There is also grass, which rubs itself with clouds.
At that time, I didn't have to look back and always believed.
You have always supported me.
I need you to use this gesture to praise your days with me.
13, all the way, don't leave any traces.
Don't let this life follow you all the time.
14, slow down.
It will extend the journey.
15, in many lives
People are just hopeful drivers.
Run the whole race in a hurry
Unknowingly,
Just carrying the car home at night.
16, not used to indifference
I just don't want my affection
Be seen through one by one
Ultimately, this is a concern.
An unchangeable infatuation
Nobody understands.
Had to hide in the corner.
Hold your heart.
cry and shed bitter tears
There is such a person,
They trample spring under their feet,
Summer in hand,
What I see in my eyes is autumn,
It is always winter that lives.
18, three curtains at night, Dream West Building, drinking alone at night, not worrying, how many times can you get drunk in this life? Preferably Wan Huhou.
19, the necessity of tenderness
The necessity of affirmation
The necessity of a little wine and sweet clover
It is necessary to see a woman walk by.
You don't have to let Hemingway at least know this.
20, the last gift, the lightness of parrying with fingers, all return to dust and revert to a spring dream.
Get up! Investing in the future! My body! Smash the form of meditation! My heart, drink the wind and rush to new life!
The wind is blowing! ..... Only find a way to live! The air on the horizon opens and closes my book, and the waves dare to splash foam from the rock mouth!
-From the cemetery by the sea, Paul. Valeri
2 1. The world is small, just like the background of a street. When meeting, you nodded, omitting all the past events and greetings.
The wind stole her happiness.
In exchange for summer comfort.
I can prove it by your side
I can't guess what I'm thinking at this moment.
Because you are a child of the wind.
The moon is in the sky, the moon is in the sky
Whose heroism is trapped in reality?
The fragrance is getting stronger, and this morning's jasmine is like a dream.
It's hard to touch the skin when you laugh.
When you tell the truth, your toes get cold. Why not warm you with lies?
Just like there is no wind today.
23, "dry, hot.
Infinite desert
invalid
The earth doesn't even have enough water to brew tears.
instant
A drop of rain falls
Just fell into the dust
Will be silent.
And the water drops don't regret it.
Dry up to survive.
Although the fate of water droplets is sad.
But it said with a smile
Doing so will make me die a fair death.
Because I love this desert.
My efforts will also be rewarded.
An oasis not far away. "
Poems of Missing Hometown _ Aesthetic Poetry
First of all, you people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? ... from: "Miscellaneous Poems" Year: Tang Author: Wang Weiquan Poetry ... ...
Second, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could it have been frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. ... from: Silent Night Thinking Year: Tang Author: Bai Quanshi ...
Third, start collecting in the morning and visit your hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. ... from: "Good Morning Travel" Time: Tang Author: Wen Quan Poetry. ...
Fourth, sail away from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with people in the south. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. Flying under the moon, the sea clouds shine like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. ... from: seeing friends off at Jingmen Ferry Year: Tang Author: Bai Quanshi ...
Five, chirp, Mulan is like weaving at home. I don't smell the loom, only the woman's sigh. Ask a woman what she thinks and what she remembers. Women have nothing to think about, and women have nothing to remember. Last night, I saw the military post, and Khan ordered more soldiers. The military books have 12 volumes, all with the names of lords. Grandpa has no eldest son, Mulan has no big brother, and she is willing to be a pommel horse, so she will sign for him from now on. Buy horses in the east, saddles in the west, reins in the south and whip in the north. Say goodbye to parents and stay by the Yellow River at dusk. I didn't know my parents were calling for women's voices, ... from: Mulan Ci Age: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: The complete works of northern and southern nameless poems are unknown as long as the results of the northern and southern nameless poems are unknown.
6. What shock did the impure life of the emperor have to the people? The people are in poverty, and Fang Zhongchun moves eastward. Go to the old capital and go into exile with Jiangxia. Going abroad and feeling anxious, I will do what I applied for. When you leave the capital, you will go to Xixi, and the shortage will suddenly become extremely extreme! Qiyang is tolerant and happy, but I look at you sadly, and I don't get it anymore. I was looking forward to it, but I was too anxious, and I cried lewdly. After the first summer, I drifted to the west, but I couldn't see it, but I was worried, and I didn't know where I was, so I followed the storm ... From: Chapter 3 of Do Mourning. Time: Pre-Qin Author: Complete Works of Qu Yuan
Seven, the flesh and blood related branches and leaves are related, and making friends is also related. All men are brothers, who is a passer-by? Besides, I am connected to a tree, and I am like my son. It used to be an affair, but now it's time to participate. The former is similar in length, while the latter is like Hu and Qin. Only when you think about it will your kindness be renewed day by day. Weeds in Luming Literature Temple can be compared to guests. I have a bottle of wine that I want to give to people far away. May my son stay and think about it and talk about this life. An oriole is thousands of miles away. Huma loses her group and is often unwilling to think. What's more, the two-winged flying dragon ... from: years: Han Author: anonymous Han Complete Works
Step out of the east gate of the city and overlook Jiangnan Road. The old friend left here in the snowstorm the day before yesterday. I have thought about the river, which is deep and flat. I would like to go back to my hometown for the double oriole and fly high. ... from: Stepping Out of the East Gate Year: Han
9. Elegy can be a cry or a distant angelica. Miss my hometown and feel depressed. Nobody wants to go home, and there is no boat to cross the river. The brain can't talk, and the wheels in the intestines turn. ... from: Elegy Year: Han
Ten, the wind rises in the clouds, and the weaver girl returns to her hometown. Andrew, soldiers are always looking! ... from: Song of the Wind Year: Han
Eleven, my family married me, I am far away in a foreign country. The vault is the room, the felt is the wall, the meat is the food, and the cheese is the pulp. I often feel homesick and feel very hurt. I would like to go back to my hometown for my aunt's sake. ... from: elegy of autumn ...
12. Feng Feng returned to his hometown and traveled around the world in search of his emperor. I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and it is soaring! Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever. Who knows in the middle of the night? My wings fly high, and I feel sad when I think about them. Years: Korean Author: and Poems ... ...
Thirteen, I did nothing at the beginning of my life. After I was born, the Han Dynasty declined. I met this time because of the merciless nature of heaven. The road is dangerous and the people are in exile. Smoke and dust cover the wild, land rover prospers, and ambition is good and righteousness is lacking. Who should I sue for rude insults? After a while, I knocked on the piano, feeling angry and resentful. Rong Jie forced me to get married and pushed me to the horizon. Yunshan is heavy and the wind is thousands of miles away. Many people are prone to violence ... from: Hu Jian Eighteen Beats Year: Wei and Jin Dynasties
Fourteen, Hongyan went out of Saibei, but it was in no man's land. Raise your wings for thousands of miles, and you can stop and walk alone. Dieting south rice in winter and returning to the north in spring. There is a canopy in the field that flies far away with the wind. Long and old, long live is not equal. How can this recruiter open the square! Ma Rong can't untie the saddle, and his armor can't leave his side. Ran Ran veterans, when will they return to China? Dragons hide in deep springs, while beasts tread on Gorkon. The fox died and returned to the first hill, but the hometown can be forgotten! ... from: Quedong Xi Menxing Time: Wei and Jin Dynasties.
Fifteen, go up the mountain to pick EU, hungry at dusk. The valley is windy, and the frost is stained with clothes. Pheasants? Apes chase each other. Still looking at my hometown, so cheap! High mountains have cliffs and trees have branches. No one knows when there is no way to worry. Life is like sending, why worry? Today is unhappy, and the years fly by. The soup is running, and there is a boat in it. Follow the waves like a guest. Give me a good horse and I'll take it easy on you. Drive with gas, talk and forget your worries. ... from: good deeds, Wei and Jin dynasties.
Sixteen, the autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, and the vegetation shakes the frost. Yan Zhiqun's words return to Yan Nanxiang, thinking of your guests. I miss my hometown, so why did you send it to stay for a long time? I am alone in my room, afraid of forgetting my worries, and I don't feel tears on my clothes. Short songs cannot be long. The bright moon shines on my bed, and it's still early for the stars to flow west. Penny Weaver shook her heel and looked at it. Why should I restrict the river beam? ... from: Ge Yanxing Year: Wei and Jin Dynasties.
Seventeen, the autumn night is long, and the north wind is fierce. Tossing and turning, I can't sleep, and I'm embarrassed to get dressed. After wandering for a long time, the Millennium gradually soaked my clothes. Look down at the pool from the microwave oven and look up at the bright moonlight in the sky. The stars are arranged vertically and horizontally, and the Milky Way flows westward. The sound of insects is sad, and Hongyan flies south alone. Sad hearts are unhappy, many of them miss their hometown constantly. Fly wherever you want. Wings, there is no bridge if you cross the river. Facing Changfeng, I laughed and sighed a little, worried that I didn't burst my stomach. ... from: miscellaneous poem year: Wei and Jin Dynasties.