Modern and contemporary love poems seek a little Buddhism and Zen

I found six songs, although I didn't say Buddha, but they were ethereal and far-reaching, quite Zen, and they all became famous at the moment. I hope the landlord will like it.

1, smile at the sky> When you are old, when you are old, dear, I miss you, too. I can't run any longer. Sitting on the lake that was once full of lotus flowers, let it wander along our past footprints. When you are old, dear, I dare not visit you. I can only wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and then walk with your still beautiful shadow under the full moon decades ago. When you are old, dear, I will keep it.

2. Smile at the sky> Go far away and miss the people around you with your body fragrance. Walking on the distant green grassland feels close to the sky. Looking up means looking down at heaven. I saw a grass supporting a beautiful temple, dedicated to the looming gods to ignite themselves, like candlelight, between two blades of grass, the surface is independent in an invisible place, intertwined forever.

3. Cao Baohua & gt Her nod is a glass of rose wine; It poured into my throat and dispersed a quiet cool breeze; I fiddled with the taste, carefree, like a herring floating on the lake after the rain. Her nod is an ivory boat; Taking away my troubles, I was transported to Jasmine's beautiful show; I stood on the steps and saw the beautiful universe in an instant.

4, Gu Yue's "Scar" autumn wind flying, a thin blue coat can not cover the haiku flowing behind the railing. What's more, it is a lonely shadow in a foreign land at dusk, and the temples are full of tears. Putting pen to paper is lyrical acacia, so the lingering trace is deep and bottomless.

5. When you are old, Ye Zhi (Irish), when you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the softness of your eyes and their heavy shadows in the past; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim's soul and your aging face.

6. Dai Wangshu: Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She has the same color, fragrance and sadness as lilac, and she is sad in the rain.