Poetry 1: the most romantic thing, the most beautiful poem.
So many cold and warm days
So many lonely words
in fact
This is not a word of love.
Fuzzy memory
Ink stained with tears
It's hidden in the mysterious paper
Like a lonely orchid
There is only a pure fragrance left.
Late and prosperous glass
Vicissitudes and ancient whispers
A corner of Atlantis
Leo, it's raining
Elegant yet mysterious
The Broken Arm of Vienna, the God of Beauty
Cupid's arrow
What moved me was the feeling of falling.
Throughout the beginning of ancient Greek mythology
Feelings remain the same
Willow is intoxicated in the breeze.
Flute and fog will ruin this image.
A grand ending
The silence of death
A thorough but gorgeous smile
An empty but frosty temple
The moon on the fountain
With a flick of your finger
Green plum in lotus pond
When the willows fall.
Rainy weather
Wet ground
You don't know.
The most romantic thing in the world.
Is to write poems for you
And remember it for life.
Three stones under the sky
Poetry 2: Purple Romance
The purple of lavender
With a faint memory.
Grab my eyes.
The wind of Provence
With sweet romance.
Blow into my heart
Imagine one day.
you and I
Standing in a lavender field
Recall the past
inch by inch
Facing the wind of Provence
And purple flowers.
Blend together
In this dreamy light purple
Enjoy what belongs to us.
a little bit
romantic
then
Make promises to each other
We will be together forever.
light purple
Witnessed our love
Make promises to each other
We will never be apart.
Provence
Hold us tight
With each other.
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Romantic poetry:
Poetry 1: the edge of romantic ink painting
I don't know when to start.
My happy laughter
Hovering in your ear
Your poems are picturesque.
Show it in my dream
range
I became a ship.
Sail on your vast sea
Layers of waves churned.
This is your happy smile.
you
Become a bird
Fall in front of my window
The plum song I sang.
Create my emotions
Fly to the blue sky .....
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Poetry 2: A Romantic Night
The evening breeze in June is cool.
The warm moon rises in the east.
The heat of the day gradually receded.
Ushered in a romantic evening.
Countless stars in the sky
Shining with brilliant light
A good mood is romantic.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl Cross the River.
Walk briskly into the square
Look for each other with eager eyes.
I saw her, and she saw me.
The moonlight pulls us to the center.
Cheerful dance music flows slowly
Flowing into my heart slightly rippling.
Leather shoes jump automatically.
The skirt is full of passion.
The bird poked its head out of its nest.
Give us a curious look.
Still holding its little friend.
Sing for us.
The stars lit up the light of the soul.
The moon clothed us with dreams.
Music is as sweet and mellow as wine
We reveled in a romantic night.
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Poetry 3: Romance of Two People
A person's loneliness is a habit
The loneliness of a group of people is called romance.
Youth is like a dream
Time has aged me.
The moment of looking back
That's my messy and lonely shadow
Wandering all night
Tell deep affection
Time picks up scattered memories.
Go back to the day we met.
recover one's original simplicity
The romance of two people is called happiness.