A poem suitable for two people.

Here are some poems I recommend. I hope you like them. 1. "Let's find a lamp" (Author Gu Cheng, A: After walking so far, let's find a lamp. You said the curtain was surrounded by a pure white wall. Wildflowers removed from dusk will turn into another color. After walking so far, let's look for the lamp. You said you were watching the weeds around you at a small station, letting the train pass quietly and taking away the tender memories. After walking so far, let's look for the lamp. B: You said it was near the sea, like kumquat. It's so beautiful, my favorite children will grow up in the morning: after walking so far, we will find a lamp. 2. Believe in the future (Author: The forefinger is selected from believing in the future) A: When the cobwebs turn off my stove mercilessly, and the smoke of ashes sighs the sadness of poverty, I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future B: When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, my flowers snuggle up in other people's hands. Feeling: I still stubbornly wrote on the desolate land of frosty vines: Believe in the future. A: I want to wave to the horizon with my finger. I want to hold up the sea of the sun with my palm and make the dawn. That warm and beautiful pen, written with a child's pen: Believe in the future. B: I firmly believe that the future is the eyes of future people. She has eyelashes that push away the dust of history. Her students have seen through the chapters of the years. A: It doesn't matter. People are all rotten people to us. Rotten flesh, those lost sorrows and the pain of failure, are they sent by touching tears, deep sympathy or contemptuous smiles and bitter ridicule? B: I firmly believe that people will give enthusiastic, objective and fair comments on the countless explorations, lost paths, failures and successes of our spine. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments. A: My friend, I firmly believe in the future. Believe in indomitable efforts. Believe in the young man who overcame death. Believe in the future. Love Life is suitable for two people, such as Farewell to Cambridge by Xu Zhimo, Rain Lane by Dai Wangshu, To the Oak by Shu Ting, and Aria, but I think others may watch these classes. Choose for yourself ~ 3. Farewell to Cambridge I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant! That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated. Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass; Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight! I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. 4. "Rain Lane" (Author: Dai Wangshu) A person walks in a long and lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is as sad as lilac, as sad as lilac, wandering in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. She is as cold and sad as I am. Disappointed again, she walked silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She is drifting like a dream, sad and confused like a dream, and like lilacs floating in a dream. This girl drifted past me. She walked away silently, far away to the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, and her fragrance dissipated. Even her sighing eyes, lilac-like melancholy, supported the oil-paper umbrella. Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk. Shiliting is full of frost, when will the hair be white? There is no regret in this life, and there is fate in the afterlife. Smile like a flower, how can it be lingering like water? Feeling so deep that I just miss home and dance freely in Pengshan. Now I recall the benefits of Jiangnan, when the wind was young, the spring clothes were floating and the manners were graceful. I rode my horse in Damascus and leaned against the bridge. The women on the ground were conquered by my heroism. The boudoir barrier twists and turns, setting off the deep, which is where I am intoxicated. Now if I can be like that again, I won't want to come back until I'm old. How many beauties have been worn out and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood-stained ink to cry in chaos. Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips. There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that. Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night. A flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life. If life is just like the first time, being a Taoist is not the same. I don't like dust, but I seem to be mistaken by the frontier. When flowers bloom, you always have to look at the oriental monarch. If you go, you have to go and live! If you get a mountain flower, Mo Wen will be a slave. Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. Mountains have no edges, rivers are endless, winter thunder bursts, summer rain and snow, and heaven and earth are in harmony, so I dare to be with you. I wish to unite as one and never give up, but I will keep your eyes open all night, and that lifelong trouble will stay in your brow. From then on, if there is no love night, let him go to the West Chamber under the bright moon. Whoever reads the west wind alone is cool, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window and reminisce about the sunset. It was unusual at that time to have a bad sleep when you were drunk, and to gamble on books and pour tea.