Ancient poems about love

The ancient poems are as follows: 1. Remember the blue silk skirt and pity the grass everywhere. Second, falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. Third, scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains. Fourth, after the flowers are picked into honey, whoever works hard is sweet. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Six, bash one's eyebrows coldly at a thousand fingers, bow one's head as a willing ox. Modern poetry, from network to love, love is the wind, blowing all over every corner; Love is a cloud, dotted with the whole sky; Love is rain, which moistens everything on the earth; Love is a tree that blocks the blazing xia yang. Love is the wind, rolling with thick clouds; Love is a cloud that turns into timely rain; Love is rain, which moistens the trees after a long drought; Love is a tree that supports the shade for you. Love is light, it melts the snow in winter; Love is snow, water that moistens the land; Love is water, forming an endless sea; Love is the sea, which contains all the shortcomings. Love is a ray of sunshine in winter, which makes people feel the warmth of the world when they are hungry and cold. Love is a clear spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again; Love is a ballad floating in the night sky, which gives spiritual comfort to lonely and helpless people. Love is the dew that drips on the earth after a long drought, which makes people with withered hearts feel emotionally moist. Love is the spring that knocks on the ice door, making the heart of stone shocked by the soul; Love is a beacon shining in the dark, allowing lost ships to find a warm harbor; Love is a small umbrella held up on a rainy night, which allows people wandering in a foreign land to get the shade of family; Love is a rainbow flying from the horizon, so that people full of sadness can see the beauty of the world; Love is the drizzle in spring, which makes lonely people enjoy the nourishment of their hearts; Love is a tear flowing in a clear spring on a summer night, which makes people who are hot and sleepless appreciate the poetic peace; Love is a glass of ice water sprinkled on the top of your head, which makes people feel dizzy and dizzy with high fever. Love is a piece of milk candy in the mouth, which makes people who drink Huang Lian for a long time taste the sweetness of life.