Kneel down and beg, a love poem

I'm waiting for you.

I looked at the dusk outdoors

as if looking at the future,

My heart was blinded by my hearing.

Why don’t you come? Hope

allows you to blossom in every second.

I am waiting for your steps,

your smile, your face,

your soft hair,

Waiting for everything about you;

Hope is every second

Dead - where are you?

I want you, I want you to live in my heart It hurts,

I want your flaming smile,

I want your flexible waist,

your hair has flying stars in the corners of your eyes;

I fell into an intoxicating atmosphere,

like an island,

among the python-green waves, floating involuntarily...

Oh, I desperately long for your arrival

I long for your arrival

That magical flower

Open at the top of time!

Why don’t you come, bear with me!

You know it, I know you know it,

Your failure to come is a fatal blow to me,

Kill the youthful spring in my life,

teach the darkness as solid as the iron in the mine,

oppress my thoughts and breathing;

Kill the poor buds of hope,

Leave me, like a prisoner, to

jealousy and sorrow, raw shame

and despair Cruel.

This may be foolishness. Maybe he is crazy.

I believe that I am indeed crazy;

But I cannot turn the rudder of a direction that has already been directed.

No wind from all directions will allow me to do so. Hesitation——

I can’t look back, fate drives me!

I also know that this is probably the road to

destruction, but

For you, for you,

I am willing to do anything;

This is not only my passion, but also my only reason.

Crazy! I want to smash the fiber of a life

To touch a woman’s heart!

What I want to win, the most I can win is

Her tear,

her indifferent sneer;

But I am willing, even if

the news of my pink body spreads Given

a stubborn stone, she sees me as

a rat in the burrow, a worm,

I am still willing!

When one is crazy to the point of being true, it is unconditional.

God cannot bring back a person.

A mind that is obsessed with madness is like a general.

Sometimes it can be turned back. Soldiers on the line of death.

In vain, everything is in vain,

Your absence is an undeniable fact,

Although there is a burning fire in my heart,

Hungry for everything about you,

Your hair, your smile, your hands and feet;

Any fantasy and prayer

The distance between you and me cannot be shortened by a small inch

The distance between you and me!

The dusk outdoors has become

condensed into the blackness of the night,

the tree branches There is ice and snow hanging on it,

The birds have silenced their chirping,

Silence is the universe that wears filial piety uniformly.

The needles on the clock kept moving

Mysterious gestures, like pointing,

Like sympathy, like ridicule,

Every time I am deeply moved, I hear it as

the death knell of my own heart

buried alive.

To the oak tree

If I love you——

I will never be like a climbing flower in the sky

I borrow your high branches to show off myself;

If I love you——

I will never imitate the infatuated bird

Repeat monotonous songs for the green shade;

No more than that Like a spring

it brings you cool comfort all year round;

It is not just like a dangerous peak

It increases your height and sets off your majesty.

Even daylight.

Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok tree near you,

standing with you as the image of a tree.

The roots are clenched underground

The leaves are touching in the clouds.

Every time the wind passed by

We greeted each other,

but no one

understood our words.

You have your copper branches and iron trunks

Like knives and swords,

Also like halberds;

I have mine The red flowers

are like heavy sighs,

and like heroic torches.

We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunder;

We enjoy the mist, the mist, and the rainbow.

It seems like they are separated forever,

But they are still dependent on each other for life.

This is great love,

This is where steadfastness lies:

Love——

Not only do I love your stalwart body,

I also love the position you insist on and the land you step on.

"Goddess Peak"

Among the various handkerchiefs waving at you

Whose hand suddenly retracted

Cover it tightly Blinded by one's own eyes

When people dispersed, who

was still standing at the stern of the boat

The clothes were flying like endless clouds

Jiang Tao

Speak loudly

Speak low

Beautiful dreams leave beautiful sorrow

On earth and in heaven, from generation to generation According to legend

But, can the heart really turn into stone?

I missed the moonlight on the spring river countless times because of the crane overlooking the distant sky

Along the river bank

The torrent of coneflower and ligustrum

is inciting new betrayals

Rather than displaying it on the cliff for thousands of years

It’s better to cry on your lover’s shoulder all night

Yu Alley

Dai Wangshu

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long and lonely rain alley,

I hope to meet

like a lilac

with sorrow Resentful girl.

She has

the same color as lilac,

the same fragrance as lilac,

the same sadness as lilac,

Sadness in the rain,

Sadness and hesitation.

She is wandering in this lonely rainy alley,

holding an oil-paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me

Walking silently,

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently

As she approached, she cast a

breath-like look,

she floated by

Like a dream,

Like a dream, sad and confused.

Floating like in a dream

A branch of lilac

This girl floated by my side;

She moved away silently, Far away,

reached the dilapidated fence,

walked through the rainy alley.

In the mournful song of the rain,

disappeared her color,

dispersed her fragrance,

dissipated, Even her

eyes were as breath-taking,

as melancholy as lilacs.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long

and lonely rain alley,

I hope to float

A lilac-like girl

a sad and resentful girl.

1. Since

Since

that ship

is destined to be stranded

fester

Perhaps

It is also inevitable

In the distance

Two seagulls are soaring

No worries

2. Meng Xun

Hazyly

Me. Looking for you

The faint one

is your green whisper

The misty one

is your cuteness Your beautiful shadow

Your whispering, your beautiful shadow

It will never be clear

Perhaps.

One day

They will disappear forever

Suddenly, a bright light

coldly penetrates the dream

Then the dream becomes crippled and you lose

What about me

I am no longer the same person

3. The days when I miss you

The days when I miss you

I always

suck green olives in my mouth

chew slowly

have a nice aftertaste

even though it is a bit bitter

But there is no lack of sweet fragrance

4. Two weeping willows on the shore

One is speechless

The other is speechless

But with The silent notes

compose a warm symphony

Although

the river around you

has no ripples

My roots

have already been deeply

deeply

the roots lingering on you

I want

As long as you stick to this land

The green clothes you are wearing

will never fade

A speechless

A person who is speechless

but uses silent notes

composes the overture of love

The footsteps of youth``

are getting closer and closer to us Close``

And our steps``

will soon lead us further and further away from each other````

Facing parting```

We will no longer cry```

Youthful smile``

Telling the memory of the stage:

The graceful figure

Just like the misty rain beside the West Lake, ```

Outstanding figure

Transformed into the aroma of Shaoxing wine!

Friends```

Let us join hands

Don’t let wasted time turn into regret``

Waiting for pregnancy Out of the lost ````

Facing the corridor of life

Love

It only lasts a hundred years``

Friendship``

It will last forever! !

Foreign Poetry

I once loved you

Pushkin

I once loved you

Love Maybe In my heart

It hasn’t completely died yet

I hope it won’t bother you anymore

I don’t want to make you sad anymore

I once loved you silently

Hopelessly

I endured both shyness

and jealousy

I once loved you so sincerely

I loved you so tenderly

May God bless you

Another person will be like me

Love you

I am willing to be a torrent

Petofi

I am willing to be a torrent,

It is in the mountains The small river,

on the rugged road,

passing on the rocks...

As long as my lover

is a small fish,

In my waves,

Swimming happily around.

I would like to be in the wild forest,

On both sides of the river,

Fighting the strong wind,

Fight bravely...

As long as my lover

is a little bird,

nesting and singing among my dense

branches.

I am willing to be a ruin,

on the steep rocks,

This silent destruction,

does not make me depressed... …

As long as my lover

is the ivy of youth,

along my desolate forehead,

so intimate that it climbs up .

I would like to be a thatched house,

at the bottom of a deep valley,

on the top of a thatched house

battered by wind and rain... …

As long as my love

is a lovely flame,

In my furnace,

Flashing slowly and happily.

I would like to be a cloud,

a broken gray flag,

in the vast sky,

waving lazily here and there Go...

As long as my lover

is a coral-like sunset,

next to my pale face,

showing Vibrant brilliance.

She walked in the radiance of beauty

George Gordon Byron

一

She walked in the radiance of beauty, like The night is clear and cloudless and the sky is filled with stars;

The most wonderful colors of light and dark

are presented in her appearance and eyes:

The dazzling daylight is just too bright.

It is softer and darker than that light.

Two

Adding or subtracting light and dark

will damage this indescribable beauty.

The beauty ripples in her black hair,

or spreads a faint light

On that face, the quiet thoughts

specify Its origin is pure and precious.

Three

Oh, that forehead, those bright cheeks,

So gentle, calm, and affectionate,

That charming smile, that brilliance of the face,

all illustrate a kind life:

Her mind is at ease with everything in the world,

She My heart is filled with true love

But you didn’t

Remember that time I borrowed your new car

But I dented it

I thought you were going to kill me

But you didn’t

Remember that time

I dragged you to the beach and you said it would rain It really happened

I thought you would say I told you so

But you didn’t

Remember that time

I I vomited strawberry pie all over your newly painted carpet

I thought you would hate me

But you didn’t

Remember that time

I flirted with all men

to make you jealous

But you didn’t

Remember that time

I forgot Let me tell you

That ball was in a dress and you only showed up in jeans

I thought you must have given up on me

But you didn’t

Yes, there are many, many things that you have not done

But you tolerate me, love me, and protect me

There are many, many things that I want to repay you

When you came back from Vietnam

But you didn’t

About the origin of this poem: an ordinary American family, mother and daughter depend on each other, and the father of the daughter was born when the daughter was 4 years old He was drafted into the army and went to Vietnam, where he was unfortunately killed in action. My mother lived until she was 80 years old and never remarried. After her mother passed away, when her daughter was sorting out her mother's things, she found a poem written by her mother, titled "But You Didn't."

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