Modern Poetry of Lovers

That year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not to see you, but to stick to your warmth. In that month, I turned all the prayer tubes not to cross but to touch your fingertips. At that time, I turned the mountain not to repair the afterlife, but to meet the oak tree with you on the road. If I love you, I will show off myself by your high branches: if I love you, I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even during the day. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd, I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch, and we share the cold wave, storm and thunderbolt; We * * * enjoy the mist and rainbow, as if we were separated forever, but we were dependent on each other for life. This is great love, and here is firmness: not only love your stalwart body, but also love your stand and the land under your feet. what is love ? what is love ? What is a gorgeous dress? We are crazy about her in thrilling feelings. what is love ? What is a century-old classic song? How many people sang love for her in the glorious years? What are the allusions of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai? In the long river of history, let's think about what love is. What are the two free birds flying in the sky in the vast world? what is love ? What is the midnight storm? Rain taught us what strong love is where we didn't escape. What makes the world feel dejected by the touch of sunset at dusk? what is love ? What are the milestones in our life journey? What is the love that grows with us on the journey? What are the billowing waves in the sea? Even brave sailors will lose their way. what is love ? What is boiled water? But you must drink it every day. Love is strong coffee, bitter but fragrant. Love is hard liquor, which will make you feel groggy. Love is warm as spring, but it is also full of spring. You caught a cold by accident. Love is a gentle kiss after a big storm. Love is the flame that burns you. Love with wisdom makes you tired and stupid. You will feel pain when the rubber man strikes hard. Love is a book you can't finish reading, no matter how high your education is. What is love without words? What is the convergence of desire? Don't sing free songs under the banner of love. The style of love is the rhythm of romantic life. what is love ? What is sweet talk between lovers? What is true love between husband and wife? Is it a love transaction? Who can answer what love is? Actually, I don't need to know, because I just need to do it with my heart. China's modern love poems have been hurting me, and I can't find the future direction. Maybe I can only be so lonely to realize my dream. Always give yourself an excuse to play, and finally all your efforts are in vain! Once the scenery, now the bleak, just to prove that they are young and frivolous! The way my parents look today hurts me. I want to fly with the wind, but I am bound like a kite. I don't know when I can fly freely in the blue sky ! ! Don't ask, why am I full of melancholy and often depressed in joy? Why am I worried about everything? I'm not dreaming about my life. Don't ask, why am I cold? I am not infatuated with that kind of happy love, and I don't call anyone I have loved dear, but now I won't love the happiness I have enjoyed. The happiness that has been lost to us is just fleeting youth. Happiness and desire will disappear sooner or later, leaving us only a hesitation and a sigh. My two smiles, I live in this world. There are two smiles, one is the moment when I inadvertently look back at you and look at you, and the other is the moment when I meet you in your dream and hug you. These two joys have been completely remembered in my heart for three years. I'd rather listen to the sound of heartbreak than stop thinking about your heartbeat. I want to forget those smiles, but I have countless troubles. Snow, snow, I looked up and a snowflake hit my face, cool and thick. Snow creaks like a quilt. Looking at the fog in the distance, heaven disappeared. I tried to find the place where you disappeared. Your faint smile is engraved on my heart, and your soft voice haunts my ears. You left me that winter. That winter, I froze my tears. My heart is freezing. Three feet of ice can't penetrate cold and sub-zero temperatures. Love is not warm. It's snowing. Are you okay in another country? The dream of parting, please. Forget your fatigue and linger with me in my dreams. The wind gently soothed my face. Let's swing together, connect love in series, let kites fly farther, let love hang on the horizon, accompany you through the vicissitudes of life, and tell you our wishes and vows made to each other in the bright starry sky. I firmly believe that this love will not change, but everything will be turned into a cloud by you. My tears linger in your smile. My belief is too firm, but it is easy to be deceived. Watch you disappear into my empty space. Suddenly, long hair stung my eyes, tears blurred my vision, and the wind gently soothed my face, but you have left my world. I should wake up from my dream. Love is not forever, or can't stand the test. How can we forget to let sadness blow away good memories like the wind in November? Why can't it last like the four seasons? When all the good things are gone, the wind can only blow away my thoughts of you. The open heart window opened and I talked to myself. Last night, I was dusty and heartbroken. I imprisoned the window of the soul. All my fantasies are like a tree and snow. The scenery was silent and slowly extinguished in the isolated cold. Bare branches sank into the quiet cemetery in the wind, leaving only the sound of empty footsteps and the vicissitudes of life all over the ground after the rain. Today, it is your sudden skylight that illuminates the bottom of the valley and makes the pine forest green. It is your rich fragrance that makes you cry. The endless energy burning in my life makes my blood flow freely. I am your open window, stepping on the moonlight reflected in the snow, and I will play a love legend with you, create a myth of the world of mortals, write a beautiful chapter, and play a swan song among the gods. . . . . . Lost memory The moon hangs in the night sky like a smiling face, scattering warm light. There are ripples on the window of my cabin. The crackle of candles is the only note in my room. I picked up a flute full of stories and gently played the lost memories to commemorate the dead love. I was lonely and lost track of time. My call drowned my sight. Tears linger and I can't remember my promise. I miss holding hands yesterday, and suddenly everything is gone. I can't keep your love, but I can't get rid of our past. I am willing to be sad and drunk alone. If there are no stars and rainbows in the sky, all vows are just lies. Who owes who? The faint smiling faces in the scattered snow in winter will not disappear. I can't see through your thoughts, but I can't restrain my attachment to you. I never wanted to be alone.