-Poplar
● When you really love someone, you will forget your own joys and sorrows and only care about each other's joys and sorrows.
-Roland
Love is like Zen Buddhism-you can't say it, you can't say it, and it is wrong to say it.
-San Mao
● Who is a young man who is not good at love? Who is the young woman who is not good at love? This is the most sacred part of our humanity.
-Goethe
Love does have a noble quality, because it doesn't just stop at sexual desire, it also shows a rich and noble mind, which needs to be integrated with another person in a lively, brave and sacrificial spirit.
-Hegel
Love is essentially giving, not receiving.
-Fromm
True love can inspire people and awaken their sleeping strength and hidden talents.
Boccaccio
Love, your words are my food, and your breath is my wine.
-Goethe
Love sublimates people's desire to perfection.
-Dante
Only when people forget themselves and love others can they be quiet, happy and noble.
Leo Tolstoy
If love is mixed with calculations that have nothing to do with itself, it is not true love.
-Shakespeare
Love is real and lasting, and it is the sweetest and most bitter thing we know.
charlotte brontexq
Love can only be produced and existed in a profound, mysterious and intuitive world. Having children is not a problem of love itself.
-Soloff
People have many definitions of love: love is the poem and the sun in life.
-belinsky
Love is another name for understanding and consideration.
Tagore
I need a poem about love from abroad to Kane (Pushkin)
I remember that wonderful moment:
You appeared in front of me,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like a pure and beautiful fairy.
In the torment of despair and sadness,
In the confusion of that noisy and flashy life,
Your gentle voice echoed in my ear for a long time,
I still see your lovely image in my sleep.
Many years passed, with a stormy smile.
Dispel past dreams,
So I forgot your gentle voice,
And your beautiful image like a fairy.
In the backcountry, in the dark life of imprisonment,
My days passed quietly,
No one who falls in love, no inspiration for poetry,
No tears, no life, no love.
Now the mind is beginning to clear:
And then you reappeared in front of me,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like a pure and beautiful fairy.
My heart is beating in ecstasy,
Everything in my heart woke up again,
With people who love each other, inspired by poetry,
With life, tears and love.
3. Seek a foreign poem about the furthest distance in the love world.
The furthest distance in the world
The furthest distance in the world
Not between life and death
Not life and death.
But when I stand in front of you
But I'm standing in front of you.
But you don't know that I love you.
But you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing in front of you
No, I'm standing right in front of you
But you can't see my love.
But you don't know that I love you.
But when we know that we love each other
But knowing that we love each other.
But not together.
But not together.
The furthest distance in the world
The furthest distance in the world
Not in love but not together.
It's not that you can't be together when you know you love each other.
But I can't resist this yearning
But obviously can't resist this yearning.
Pretending that you were never in my heart.
But I must pretend that I don't care about you at all.
The furthest distance in the world
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that you can't resist this yearning.
It's not that you can't resist this yearning.
Pretending that you were never in my heart.
But I must pretend that I don't care about you at all.
But with my indifferent heart
But with your indifferent heart to the person who loves you.
Dig an impassable river
Dig an impassable ditch
I once loved you for the people who love you.
-Pushkin
I loved you.
Love may be in my heart.
It is not completely extinct.
I hope I won't bother you again.
I don't want to upset you any more.
I used to be reticent.
Desperately in love with you
I put up with shyness
Endure the torment of jealousy
I used to be so sincere
Love you so tenderly
God bless you.
Another person will be like me.
love you
Love you-Pushkin
I loved you; Maybe I still love you,
The flame, perhaps, did not go out; however
It burns quietly in my soul,
You should stop worrying about it.
I love you silently and desperately,
Sometimes too jealous, sometimes too shy.
God bless you to find another person who loves you.
Gentle and sincere like me.
4. Find a foreign love poem The furthest distance in the world Author: Tagore (India) The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I miss you so much that I can only bury my heart. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I miss you, but that I love each other but can't be together. The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other but not being together, but pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches growing on the same root can't depend on each other in the wind. The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but that there are no stars far away. The furthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between stars, but there is nowhere to find even if the trajectory meets. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it for a moment, but that you are doomed to meet it before you meet it. The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds, one in the sky and the other in the depths of the sea. Author: Ye Zhi (Ireland) When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down, read it slowly and recall the tenderness in your eyes. How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. He hung his head and whispered sadly about the disappearance of love by the red fire. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars.
I would like to be a torrent: petofi (Hungarian) I would like to be a torrent, a mountain stream passing on a rocky road, as long as my lover is a small fish swimming happily in my waves, I would like to be a barren forest on both sides of the river facing a gust of wind, as long as my lover is a bird chirping among my dense branches, I would like to be a silent destruction of ruins on a steep cliff. It won't make me feel depressed, as long as my lover is the green ivy climbing on my desolate forehead, I would like to be a thatched cottage damaged by wind and rain at the top of a deep valley, as long as my lover is a lovely flame flickering slowly in my stove, and I would like to be a gray broken flag drifting around lazily in the vast air, as long as my lover is a coral sunset glow beside my pale face. Brilliant Wild Rose Author: Goethe (Germany) teenager saw such a delicate little rose among the rose bushes. The teenager rushed forward and looked very happy. The little rose boy in the rose wilderness said that I would pick the little rose in your wilderness and that I would stab you so that you would never forget that I didn't want to be picked by you. Picking her little rose in the wilderness and stabbing him to death in self-defense. Is the rose white and sad or broken? Little rose in the wilderness, red rose, please say I love you again. Author: Mrs Browning (UK) Say it again, please tell me that I love you. Even if you repeat it over and over again, you will think of it as a cuckoo's song. Remember that it is between green mountains and forests, in valleys and fields, if it lacks that string of cloth. The syllables of cereal birds are not perfect even if they are dressed in green in fresh spring. It is so dark around love that I only hear the voice of fear in that painful anxiety. I cried and said that I love you again. Who would think that there are too many stars, and every star is spinning in space? Who would think it's too much? Every flower is full of spring, saying you love me. You love me. Just remember to ring the bell with your soul. To Yanni Author: Marx (Germany) Jenny von westphalen laugh, you will be surprised why all my poems have only one title of Yan Ni. You know, you are my only source of inspiration, the comfort of my genius, and the brilliant thought shining in the depths of my soul. It's all hidden in your name, Yan Ni. Every letter of your name is amazing. Every sound it makes is so beautiful. Every chapter of music lingers in my ears, like a kind and beautiful god in a fairy tale, like a bright moon in Yin Hui on a spring night, like the subtle sound of a golden string popping up. Although there are countless pages, I will let your name fill thousands of books, let your name ignite the flame of thought, let the will to fight splash with the fountain of career, let the eternal and lasting truth of real life be revealed, and let the whole world of poetry be recorded in human history. At that time, may the old century mourn and the new era rejoice, and let the universe shine forever. Even if Yan Ni's name is engraved on the sand-like dice, I can read it as a breeze. The name Yan Ni seems to bring me a message of happiness, and I will always praise it. She let people know the embodiment of love, and this is the name-Yan Ni Haitao Author: quasimodo (Italy) How many nights I heard the gentle waves of the sea. The gentle waves beat against the soft beach, expressing warm and soft words, as if a kind voice had passed through my memory from the past years, giving out lingering echoes, like the long and deep cries of seagulls. Perhaps the birds fly to the plain, greet the charming spring and sing softly. In those unforgettable years, with the whispers of the waves, you and I were so close. How I wish to hear the echo of my thoughts. Just like the light waves of the sea drifting to your side in this dark night, Lorelei Author: Heine (German) I don't know why I am so sad. An old myth lingers in my mind. The Rhine River flows quietly in the twilight, and the breeze blows gently. As the sun sets, the peaks shine brightly. A beautiful girl magically sat on the top of the mountain. She combed her hair with gold jewelry. When sending songs, the tunes are very beautiful and touching. The boatman sitting on the boat caused countless sorrows. He didn't look at the rocks ahead, but looked up to the heights. I think both the boat and the boatman died in the waves. This is the girl writer of Athens caused by Lorelei Banshee's singing.
5. A poem about love written by a foreign poet, a famous foreign love poem 1;
I loved you.
-Pushkin
I loved you.
Love may be in my heart.
It is not completely extinct.
I hope I won't bother you again.
I don't want to upset you any more.
I used to be reticent.
Desperately in love with you
I put up with shyness
Endure the torment of jealousy
I used to be so sincere
Love you so tenderly
God bless you.
Another person will be like me.
love you
The author introduces:
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin (александрсергевичпу)/kloc. His masterpieces include Ode to Freedom, Ode to the Sea and Ode to Chaadayev. Poetic novel yevgeni onegin, novella The Captain's Daughter, etc.
Main poems:
1. Dagger
2. Tears of Bakshi Salai
Step 3 go to the seaside
4. Bronze Knight
5. To Kane
6. The Story of Fisherman and Golden Fish: The Complete Poems of Pushkin
7. Flowers that bloom late are more lovely
8. October 19th
9. Give in vain
10. Free gift
1 1. You and you
12. When I open my arms.
13. When I hug tightly
14. Elegy
15. Cigang
For the coast of the distant motherland.
17. That's enough, that's enough, dear.
18. My friend, time waits for no one.
19. If life deceives you.
20. I once loved you
2 1. Ode to Freedom
Foreign love poems ii
I'd rather be the rapids.
-petofi.
I'd rather be the rapids,
This is a river in the mountains.
On the rugged road,
Pass over the rocks ...
As long as my lover
This is a small fish,
In my waves,
Swim around happily.
I'd rather be a barren forest,
On both sides of the river,
For a gust of wind,
fight bravely ...
As long as my lover
It's a bird,
In my dense
The branches are creaking.
I would like to be a ruin,
On the steep rocks,
This silent destruction,
Doesn't make me depressed. ...
As long as my lover
Is the ivy of youth,
Along my desolate forehead,
Intimacy climbed.
I'd rather make a cabin,
At the bottom of the ravine,
On the top of the hut
Be attacked by wind and rain ...
As long as my lover
Is a lovely flame,
In my stove,
Blink slowly and happily.
I want to be a cloud,
This is a broken gray flag.
In the vast sky,
Wander around lazily ...
As long as my lover
A coral sunset,
Beside my pale face,
Show a bright luster.
1 847 June1to 10 in Sorenda.
(A love poem dedicated to my beloved wife You Liya)
About the author:
Petogfi Sandor, formerly known as Peter Fei, is a patriotic poet and hero of Hungary, a great revolutionary poet of Hungary, the founder of Hungarian national literature and a bourgeois revolutionary democrat. 1 82365438+1October1was born in a butcher's family. As a teenager, he lived a wandering life, worked as an actor and a soldier. From 65438 to 0842, he began to publish poems and began his writing career. Poetry is written in the form of folk songs, developed in form and refined in language, and many excellent poems have been created. He believes that "only people's poems are real poems". Among his early works, there are more than 50 poems, such as Millet Ripe, I Walk into the Kitchen and Dusk, which were set to music by composers such as Liszt and became Hungarian folk songs.
Main poems:
1. National anthem
2. Freedom and love
3. My tears