Poems that love only one person.

The poem about the person you love is 1. I have been chasing girls recently. Do you have any poems or beautiful sentences about your beloved? Tell me.

Look for the book of songs, such as-Taifeng drumming "Life and death are rich, Zi Cheng said; Hold your hand and grow old with your son. "

-The Book of Songs, Chen Feng-"Moonrise"

The moon is bright. Beautiful and crowded.

Shu Yao corrected Xi. I'm worried.

The moon rises brightly. Beautiful people.

Relax, worry. Worried.

The moon is shining. Radiant.

Shu Yao Shao Xi. I am in pain.

-The Book of Songs Xiaoya Sanchi

I love my heart, but I don't care if I am far away. If I hide it in the center, I won't forget it.

-The Book of Songs-Jiaxu

The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

Tracing back and forth, the road is blocked and long. Swim back from it, in the middle of the water

It's been a long time, and it hasn't changed for thousands of years. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.

Tracing back and forth from it, the road is blocked and broken. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.

Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

-The Book of Songs-Guan Ju

Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.

Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her.

If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Leisure. Tossing and turning.

Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple.

Shepherd's purse is uneven, and it is left and right. My fair lady. Music of bells and drums.

-The Book of Songs Feng Wei-Papaya

You give me papaya. I'll pay for Joan. Not to thank you, always cherish your feelings.

You want to send me a peach, and I want to give it back to Qiong Yao. Not to thank you, always cherish your feelings.

You give me wood, and I'll take Joan Jiu in return. Not to thank you, always cherish your feelings.

-The Book of Songs, Feng Wang-"Su Parting"

He is separated from Xiaomi. He is a seedling of Xiaomi. The line is decadent and the center is shaken.

Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want.

Heaven is long! Who is this?

Millet is separated, and the ears of millet are separated. Walking is decadent and the center is drunk.

Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want.

Heaven is long! Who is this?

The separation of millet is the reality of millet. Walking decadent, center suffocation.

Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want.

Heaven is long! Who is this?

Touch the fish-Yuan Haowen

Ask the world what love is and teach life and death. Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times. Happiness is happy, but parting is painful. There are more stupid children, and you should also have language. There are clouds in Wan Li, and Qian Shan snows only for whom.

Cross Fen Road, take care when you are lonely. The smoke is still dull, so what's the point of evocation? Shan Gui crows in the wind and rain, and the sky is jealous. If you don't believe in peace, birds and swallows are all loess. The times will last forever. In order to leave it to the poet, I sang and drank and visited Qiu Yan.

2. Poems that lovers dare not reveal.

Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.

Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. Hu's poem "South Village in the Capital" expresses the author's feelings for his loved ones in the past year, but the final ending is still a happy ending.

The story in the middle twists and turns. If you don't dislike it, you can copy it as follows: The title of Chengnan Village written by Cui Hu is very popular, and many people can recite it. However, the poet did not fully realize that there was a touching love story hidden in this poem.

The story is full of the innocence of talented people and beautiful women, and the plot is tortuous and magical. People call it "Peach Blossom Edge". Cui Hu was born in Boling County (now Boye County, Hebei Province) during the Zhenguan period in Tang Dezong. He was born in a scholarly family. He is brilliant, handsome and indifferent. On weekdays, he buries himself in a cold window and seldom associates with others. Even if he takes time to travel occasionally, he likes to be alone.

Cui Hu's poetics This year in Tomb-Sweeping Day coincides with a rare sunny day. Outside the house are pink and green flowers, butterflies flying, bees flying, the breeze blowing slightly, and the spring is lingering. In the afternoon, it is a warm spring. Cui Hu, who studied hard all morning, was deeply infected by the breath of spring and decided to go to the suburbs to enjoy the hospitality of spring.

So I put down my books and walked out of the city alone with great interest. Along the way, willows danced, warblers sang, the sun was warm and the weather was beautiful.

Study hard, I don't know that spring is already strong, and he suddenly feels refreshed. Along the way, endless red flowers and green grass, spring mountains and spring water, he enjoyed the gifts given by nature without knowing the distance of the road.

Unconsciously, he had left the city and suddenly felt a little sour and thirsty. He wants to find a rural farmer to have a rest and ask for some water so that he can return to the city before sunset. This place is remote and farmers live in scattered places. He looked around and saw a corner hut in the middle of a mountain not far away, so he stepped up and walked towards the mountain.

Near the foot of the mountain, the huts that can be seen in the distance are covered with peach trees at the moment, leaving only a magnificent peach forest in front of us: peach blossoms are burning, covered with branches, the breeze blows, and the fragrance lingers around people, making people suspect that they have strayed into the peach blossom source. Walking along the winding path between peach trees, there is a small courtyard surrounded by bamboo fences in a small gap, which is simple and elegant.

There are three huts in the yard, all made of bamboo boards and thatch, which are simple but neat. Cui Hu thought, "Who is the master, living in such a unique place?"

A poem with wet ink, which reads "Yongmei's five-character quatrain"; Plain, bright, Leng Xue, fragrant, Ren Xiaofeng. Poor muddy like me, scattered in this mountain.

This poem must have been written by the owner here. It seems that he is lamenting his bumpy life experience, sadness and helplessness through plum blossoms. What kind of characters live in seclusion here? What kind of mood and experience led to such helpless words? A series of question marks floated in Cui Hu's mind, which made him interested in the cottage surrounded by peach blossoms and its owner. He wanted to find out.

At this moment, the girl came out of the kitchen with a tea tray. She gracefully walked up to Cui Hu and saw the other person staring at the couplets on the wall, as if commenting. She smiled knowingly and gently called, "Xianggong, please have tea." Cui Hu turned her head from thinking and saw the girl coming towards her. Her face is white and red, with eyes all over her face. She didn't wear makeup, and the plain cloth set off the innocence and beauty of the girl, just like a peach blossom in the spring breeze, showing people the elegance of life.

At that time, Cui Hu some tybalt slain, the girl seemed to perceive his intention, immediately lowered his eyes. A little shyness embellished her more touching, and Cui Hu couldn't help but float, almost unable to support herself. But after all, he is a scholar who reads a lot and is considerate. Cui Hu tried to stabilize her emotions so as not to be rude in front of girls.

He politely took the teacup, took a sip of tea, pretended to indicate his surname and village calmly, and then politely asked the girl's surname and home. The girl seemed reluctant to mention this, but simply said, "Little Red Mom, she lives here with her father."

Not to mention the surname and family background, there seems to be something to hide, and Cui Hu is naturally inconvenient to ask more questions. However, the couplets on the wall, the poems on the table and the people in front of us all reveal that the owner of this hut must have an extraordinary origin.

Cui Hu's mind formed a fog, but since people didn't want to talk more, he had to put it aside. They were silent in the room for a while, and Cui Hu turned the topic to the scenery. He praised the pleasant scenery here, just like a fairyland, which is a rare place for spring outing.

The girl just listened to him, smiled and nodded as if she agreed, but didn't speak. Speaking of spring, Cui Hu is full of poetic sentiment, commenting on famous sentences about spring outing in ancient and modern times. Finally, he said, "When the flowers bloom, you must pick them straight, and don't wait for them to be empty." .

Say that finish, he looked at Cui Hu Chai Men's poem Jiang Niang meaningfully, waiting for her reaction. Hui Ling's crimson mother certainly understood what he meant. In the spring season, in the face of such a young, imposing and talented young man, why not fill her heart with spring in Seeds of Love? But how dare a girl who knows books and manners open her heart in front of a strange man? She sat there shyly and silently, and two pieces of Xia Hong dyed her cheeks red. She occasionally glances at Cui Hu with affectionate eyes, and when she meets Cui Hu's eyes, she quickly takes it back.

Looking at your toes more shyly will look cute. Facing the girl's confusion, Cui Hu didn't know what to do. He couldn't do anything more enthusiastic and frivolous after reading the sage book.

Cui Hu, who rarely contacts girls at ordinary times, naturally doesn't quite understand girls' minds. Seeing the girl was silent for a long time, I thought I had offended her. So I secretly guard myself, and unconsciously I have some convergence in my words.

At that time, it was very important to pay attention to "men and women giving and receiving without kissing". It is an exception that an unmarried man and woman can serve tea and be alone in one room. It doesn't matter in the country, but it's a big mistake in the city.

Two young and ardent hearts are stirring in the warm sunshine in the spring afternoon, and they are deeply attracted to each other. However, these two young people who have received etiquette education have no further deviant behavior. Seeing that the sun had set, Cuihu got up, thanked her earnestly, and reluctantly said goodbye to the girl.

The girl saw him out of the gate, leaned against Chai Fei and silently watched Cui Hu gradually walk away. Cui Hu also.

3. Excuse me, can you provide poems describing your beloved, a beautiful woman with deep feelings?

Li Chunyu shangyin

When spring comes, I wear a coat with a white lining, but I only think about the white gate city where I can't go.

There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.

The long road ahead will be full of new hardships, and the residual clouds are still vaguely like dreams.

Why, I see a lone goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.

Li Shangyin traveled alone in Qujiang in late autumn.

Lotus leaves hate life in spring when they are born, and hate life in autumn when they are dry.

I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.

Nalanxingde, Caisang people.

Now I am wrong at that time, my mood is sad, my red tears are dripping, and my eyes are full of spring breeze.

Knowing that I have no plans after that, I still insisted on a happy period, saying that I was like this, when I was down, I lost my life.

Nalanxingde, Caisang people.

Leng Xiang dreamed of Hongqiao and the city. Peach blossoms on the moon, and spring rains break the yan house.

Who can beat drums and break their hearts after a long farewell? Dark loss of youth, a wisp of tea smoke through the blue yarn.

Nalanxingde, Caisang people.

Cool dew, fragrant and moist, flowers are dripping, who shakes the curtain, swallows silk and sticks wicker.

Dressing case, dancers, always wearing masks, careless drying powder, tears streaming down her face. Last night, she felt like a dream.

Li Shangyin's Untitled Four Poems

Lingluo of Pteris, thin; Never put off till tomorrow what you can, I chased it late into the night.

It's too late to cover up the encounter with a fan; But you drove by, speechless.

Once lonely and sleepless, I missed candles; But I haven't heard from you until the pomegranate blossoms.

I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river and stay in the southwest.

The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer.

Fairy's life is a dream, if they don't bring lovers into their rooms? .

I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves.

Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.

You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.

The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.

The blue candle burns its jade feather lamp, and the musk deer embroiders the hibiscus slightly.

But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.

The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.

There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.

Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.

Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .

The peony of Zhong Hui was defeated by the rain. Li shangyin

Second, don't laugh at pomegranate flowers blooming late, let alone catching up with Fangchun. It is a kind of human sorrow that peony withers prematurely.

Its corolla is like a white jade plate, with tears splashing and sadness repeatedly; Ruthless wind and rain are like sad guzheng, string string, broken dream.

Clouds are gathering, there is no flower bed in the past, and a good life in a year has been given to the sludge and dust early.

Looking back at Qian's strike in the afternoon, I feel that all the powder is new now.

4. Classic sad love sentences

1 One is a gorgeous and short-lived dream, and the other is a cruel and long reality.

2. How can we get back the lost years? You once smiled, but you couldn't get rid of it in your memory. I didn't learn to cry before, but now I often burst into tears.

In the old photo in the pocket watch, there is a woman who said she would meet me in heaven. I put her smile in the nearest place to time.

I just want her to smile in my time and keep smiling. I am just a child who shines with the stars and is lonely with the night. 6. Everyone who yearns for the sky is lonely.

7. I like fairy tales because I regard them as my childhood. 8. When the kite is tired of the sky, will it fall into the sea without hesitation? 9. When I want to say something most, it is often the time when I am most silent.

10. Fairy tale world at sunset. 1 1. When you really wait for someone, that person will never appear 12. If heaven is too crowded, then we will go to hell together 13. Maybe I will love you again when it clears up 14. Talk to loneliness, but I just don't want to believe you have left 65438.

16 On the day I left you, you were as embarrassed as a child who only needed my comfort. 17. As the years passed through my fingers, I felt my star slowly falling from the orbit.

18. Without happiness, the smile is still there. There are no fairy tales, and childhood is still there.

19. The more you want to keep something, the easier it is to lose something. At that moment, I seemed to see the whole world collapse in front of me. The tiles in the ruins, engraved with vivid memories, are now quietly attached to the earth. Even if I keep walking quietly, I will eventually find that I am just a person exiled by memory.

2 1. Tears are to miss someone, and trying to miss someone is to remind yourself that at least one person is worth your tears. 22. Who can resist the drift of life? 23. The summer engraved in my memory is the tears we shed together in the sun.

24. Who will take me back to the days when there were only fairy tales? 25. When you really do something, it is often the time when many things can't be turned back. 26. When you really want to forget someone, that person has been engraved in your heart.

27. People who have never experienced it mean nothing to him. 28. People who say they are realists often say that their ideals have gone deep into reality. 29. Sometimes they say they don't like it, in order to make themselves look precious when they say they like it. 30. Am I too concerned about her? Or she just doesn't care about me. 3 1. We all exist in each other's memories.

32. What can shallowness and depth represent? Just forget it early and forget it late. 33. Some people exist. Because of fate.

So he shouldn't complain. Even if you are drunk, it is a memory, because you will never forget anything.

35. When I can't leave you, you have left me. 36. We forget each other in each other. 37. Because we have never known each other, we have never been sad.

Never happy. 38. With your cold fingertips, you gently wrote down the dependence in my palm.

39. Even tears are a memorial. Even if you shed tears, you can't go back to your childhood.

40. Cold vows sleep in fairy tales 4 1. Breaking is not the cruelest thing. The most cruel thing is to step on these fragments, pretending to be painless and stubbornly looking for them.

42. A person's existence is often manifested long after he disappears. 43. Sometimes, you can get something by giving up something, and then you want to give it up. 44. She taught me to smile, he taught me to cherish, and who taught me to forget? 45. Loneliness is just a gorgeous bluff. 46. Without you bothering me, I began to bother myself. 47. A lot of things are slowly dismantled and pieced together in my heart, and then things change. 48. I forgot you in the place where we once knew each other.

49. If you want to say something, you will naturally say it. If you don't want to tell, all you hear is lies. 50. You can sigh as beautifully as a smile. How can I draw you so sad? 5 1. Actually forgetting is just a joke. When you think you have forgotten someone, you will find it more painful than remembering her.

If you don't miss it, you can accept it calmly. 53. Should I count your thoughts with the stars, or should I count the stars in the sky with you? 54. When I really want to protect someone, I will find that I have been silently guarded by that person.

I always can't understand your expression, even if you are smiling, I will feel very sad. 56. Who knows whose smile disappears in whose sight after happiness? 57. Xiaoxi said that she saw the bright sunshine shining on the mountain.

I just smiled at her, and didn't say that I saw the whole sad outline pressed against the abrupt green shadows of the mountains. 58. When I cry, you are crying. I don't think you are as lonely as me.

When I smile, you are still crying. So you are lonelier than me.

59. Happiness and sadness are stories told to yourself. 60. I am used to migrating with migratory birds, but I am a little nervous.

6 1. When everyone is talking about how lonely they are, I think they are happy. 62. To say that they are all gone is to let them come back one by one in the most lonely time.

63. To say that you have lost your courage is to wait for others to give you strength. 64. In order to better understand the road ahead, I lost myself once. 65. The only thing an injured girl can learn is to be strong.

66. In order to survive, I began to learn to give up. The loneliest person should be the forgotten person in my memory. 68. It's not just tears that represent sadness, and it's not just you that represent love. 69. If you think you have forgotten someone, then you won't be stupid enough to mention her by forgetting. 70. People who say they have forgotten are often remembered. 6638+0. Happiness stops at. 73. Smile, not because you have been happy for too long, but because you have forgotten your sadness for too long.

74. A lonely person, you will never feel how lonely he is. He just appeared in your life and then disappeared. 75. Protecting a person is not because you like someone. 76. With expectation and curiosity, I seriously learned to use pure in the fourth grade of primary school.

5. Who knows the whole poem of Zhang Ziyang's lover?

Zhang Ziyang's Beloved Last night, lying in bed, looking at the stars all over the sky, I sighed to the sky: Why don't I have love?

Today, sitting next to the computer, looking at the colorful screen, I thought to myself: actually, I am quite loving. Ironically, I don't understand whether unrequited love is love.

When I got up today, I suddenly felt a strong feeling wandering in my heart, with unexpected pain, but I couldn't express my sadness in the right posture. Everyone has a variety of stories more or less. Although not necessarily enviable, it must be amazing.

When I told this story, the heroine had already disappeared in the past, leaving only the hero who was still saying stupid things. Why is it that every time we are together, we are always in a dream ... I miss you again and again in the scorching sun in the desert, and I miss you in the wind in the snowy mountains. I pour the true feelings of loving you into every drop of my blood, and I engrave your sincere love in every ditch of my brain, and regard this only person I love as the love I have gained in my life.