Poetry about love everywhere 1. Looking for famous aphorisms about love everywhere.

It is a kind of happiness to be concerned by others, and it is also a kind of happiness to care about others.

Money is not everything. Caring needs social attention. Care is care and love, and it is everywhere.

Each of us needs care and life is indispensable. If others give us care, then we should also care for others, so that the world will be full of love! Caring is a kind of dedication, caring is a kind of dedication, caring is a virtue. Let's start with the little things in life, learn to understand, learn to care, and learn to be a man. "Love" is a sail, "Love yourself" is a ship. Only by promoting and supporting each other can love last forever.

Caring for others means caring for yourself, because only if you care for others will others repay you when you need help. Caring for others is actually caring for ourselves, and caring for others is the premise for us to be cared for by others.

Being a man is for yourself.

2. Love is everywhere, and there are many poems to express it.

To the oak tree-Shu Ting If I love you; Never learn to climb Campbell, show off yourself by your high branches; If I love you; Never imitate spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not just like a fountain that brings cool comfort all the year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.

Even sunshine and even spring rain, no, these are not enough. I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, clinging to the ground; Leaves, touching 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 shafts, like knives, swords and halberds. I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, and like a heroic torch, we share the cold wave and lightning; We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; It's like being apart forever, but it's a lifetime dependence. This is great love. This is loyalty. Love not only loves your stalwart body, but also loves the land under your feet. Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, thunder and lightning in winter and rain and snow in summer, and heaven and earth are one, but dare to be with you! Red beans When those red berries come in spring, they bloom in your southern branches. Take them home for me as a symbol of our love! The furthest distance in the world is not 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 stand in front of you, but that you don't know I love you, but that you can't say I love you even though you are obsessed with it. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I miss you deeply, but that I can't be together. The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other but not being together, but pretending you don't care when you know that true love is invincible. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't resist this yearning, but that you have to pretend that you don't care at all, but that you have dug an insurmountable ditch between you and the person who loves you with an indifferent heart. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow from the same root, but can't meet in the wind. According to the furthest distance in the world, it's not that branches can't depend on each other, but that the stars who know each other don't intersect. The furthest distance in the world is not that even if the tracks intersect, you can't find anywhere in an instant. The furthest distance in the world is that fish and birds are separated from each other, but they are underwater. Motherly love has a kind of love. No matter where you are, you can feel her warmth and heartbeat. You are happy, and she is happy.

You are sad and she cries. Only she never needs to be treasured, but she will never forget the author: good winds often sing.

3. Poetry praising water everywhere

Falling flowers are intentional, and running water is ruthless.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

The mountain is the collection of eyebrows, and the water is the eyes. From a distance, the mountains are high and the clouds are light, and the colors are bright. When you look closer, you can only hear the sound of water, but there is no sound.

Rivers are thousands of miles away, and there are clouds in Wan Li. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.

The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.

Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. On March 3rd, Spring Festival, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful people gathered in Qujiang, Chang 'an.

Autumn waters * * * sky color, sunset lonely Qi Fei. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.

The geese never answered me, and the rivers, lakes and seas were flooded by rain. I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.

Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water. Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.

Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves. This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.

Jun Qing asked the flowing water in the East if it could go further than the love of friends! . The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.

I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. The water in the rough waves is crystal clear, you can hold my tassel; The water in the rough waves is so turbid that it can be used to drown my feet.

The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. (The Book of Songs? "Jiaxu") What is water? The mountain island is towering.

(Cao Cao: "Looking at the Sea") White hair floats with green water, and red palm stirs clear waves. (Luo: Ode to the Goose) Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River.

(Li Bai: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain") The mountains and rivers have not recovered, and there is another village. (Lu You: A Tour of Shanxi Village) Taohuatan is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as deep as Wang Lun.

(Li Bai: A gift for Wang Lun) The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi: "Zhi Zhu Ci") At sunrise, the river is red as fire, and in spring, the river is blue.

(Bai Juyi: "Remembering Jiangnan") Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. (Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi") Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the duck prophet of Chunjiang plumbing.

(Su Shi: The Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong) One river and spring water protect the ridge of the field, and two mountains are covered with green flowers, asking where the canal is so clear. Only flowing water comes from the source. Wang Changling entered Wu Hanyu into the river at night, and relatives and friends in Luoyang asked each other, and there was Bing Xin in the jade pot. Li Bai was about to leave by boat, but suddenly he heard someone singing on the shore. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun. I can only see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. Su Shi Niannujiao Dajiangdong is a romantic figure through the ages. Therefore, the humanities in the west of the base are the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang, the Three Kingdoms. Rocks are flying in the air, and the waves hit the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time. Looking back at Gong Jin, Xiao Qiao is handsome and handsome for his first marriage. He was surrounded by a feather fan and a black silk scarf, talking and laughing. Therefore, his country was fascinated. On the day of Xu Zhimo's "Traveling in the Clouds", you wandered freely and lightly in the sky. You don't want to stay on the other side of the sky or in the corner of the earth. Your happiness is unimpeded, and you inadvertently have a first-class stream on the humble ground, although your brilliance touched his ethereal spirit when crossing the road, awakened him and embraced your beautiful image. What he holds tightly is a dense sadness, because it can't stand still in the beautiful scenery; He wants you to fly over Qian Shan and cast a wider shadow of the lake and sea! He is wasting for you, that first-class stream, in the hope of incompetence, I hope you fly back! Yesterday, I had to leave Bolt and me to say goodbye to Minister Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou. It hurts my heart even more today.

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.

We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.

Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow. Guan Yu > Guan Heming's osprey, a small state with a 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.

Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again. Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right.

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

A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her. Jia Jian > White dew is frost.

The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from it, in the middle of the water

(Everything else has a province) Liu Yuxi's bamboo words are pink, and the water in Shu hits the mountain stream. A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, and infinite sadness was like this endless river of water.

Mr. Li Shangyin's "Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night" asked about the untimely return date, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. When * * * was cutting candles at the west window, he talked about the late rain. When Yuan Zhen left, he thought that the sea was difficult for water, and forever Amber looked back at Hua lazily, partly because he was a monk. Bai Juyi's Sauvignon Blanc, swimming in the water, flows to Guazhou Ancient Ferry, and Wu Shan is a little sad. Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building.

The wind blew through the Golden Gate in Feng Yansi, blowing a pool of spring water. Wandering in the fragrant path of Yuanyang, stroking the almond core with your hand.

Leaning on the railing by the pool, watching the fighting ducks, the Hosta on his head hangs obliquely. He missed his sweetheart all day, but he never came back, and suddenly he heard a magpie calling.

Li Chi Ngai Operator I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the tail of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.

The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.

Li Qingzhao cut plum, red lotus root and jade. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.

Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Back to operator Li Chi Ngai, I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and Jun lives at the end of the Yangtze River.

I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred.

I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. Su Shi visited Qingquan Temple in Huanxisha, with the temple facing Lanxi and the stream flowing west.

Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free. At dusk, the rain is whispering.

Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age! I dreamed of washing and dressing in Jiangnan, leaning against Wangjianglou alone.

Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear. Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.

Niannujiao (Mochou Lake) Zheng Banqiao Yuanyang is a story widely circulated among ladies, but is it true? How many heroic sons and daughters created a disaster. Golden lotus in the front hall, Yushu in the back court, both wind and rain.

Liu Jia is happy, a song for a long time! In today's Ruyan Liu Lake, the lake clouds are like a dream, and the lake waves are thicker than wine. At the foot of the mountain, vines and sleeves are dancing in the green belt.

Peach leaves are small, Mochow is small, and there is a loanword population. What is the sin of romance? No honor, no shame, no blame.

When will Su Shi, the head of Shuidiao Song, have a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. It's unattainable! Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. .

4. Poems describing love but not being together

1, the time was long before I met her, but it was longer than we were apart. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . From the Tang Dynasty: Untitled was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer because of Li Shangyin.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to part when breaking up. Moreover, the weather in late spring, when the east wind is about to harvest, makes people feel even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear.

Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.

2, thin clouds are clever, flying stars spread grievances, and silver is dark. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? -From the Song Dynasty: Qin Guan's "Qiao Yun, the Fairy of Queqiao"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: thin clouds change in the sky, meteors convey the sadness of acacia in the sky, and tonight I quietly cross the distant and boundless galaxy. Tanabata meeting in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples who are together in the world.

* * * v. Acacia, tender as water, short will be like a dream, can't bear to see the magpie bridge road when leaving. As long as two people love each other till death do us part, why do you want to be very much in love?

3. Ten years of life and death is incredible and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. -From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi recalled the dream on the twentieth day of the first month"

Interpretation of the vernacular: The two died for a lifetime and were isolated for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

Vernacular Interpretation: Jinse, why do you have fifty strings? Every string and paragraph reminds people of the year of Huang Jinhua. My heart is like Zhuangzi, confused by butterfly dreams; Another example is watching the emperor, turning the cuckoo into a cuckoo. Hai Ming Yue Ming, Jiao Ren's tears are pearls. Lantian is sunny and warm, and you can see good jade and good smoke. The feelings of joys, sorrows and sorrows cannot be recalled today, but they have been inadvertently long ago.

5, spring is as old as ever, people go empty and sparse, and tears are red. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo! -From the Song Dynasty: Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix Red Crisp Hands

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Spring is still bright, but people are languishing in vain. Tears washed away the carmine on his face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms in Man Chun fall on silent and empty ponds and pavilions. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!

Love is everywhere, and there are many poems to express it.

To the oak tree.

-Shu Ting

If I love you;

Never learn rock climbing, Campbell,

Show off yourself with your tall branches;

If I love you;

Never imitate spoony birds,

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

It's not just like a fountain.

Send cool comfort all year round;

Not just a dangerous mountain,

Increase your height,

Set off your dignity.

Even sunshine.

Even spring rain

No, these are not enough.

I must be a kapok beside you,

Standing with you as the image of a tree.

Roots, clinging to the ground;

Leaves, touching in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other.

But no one

Understand our words

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.

We share cold waves and lightning;

We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow;

It seems that we are separated forever, but we are dependent for life.

This is great love,

Loyalty is here.

love

Not only love your strong body,

I love your stand, too.

The land under your feet.

Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, thunder and lightning in winter and rain and snow in summer, and heaven and earth are one, but dare to be with you!

Red bean shrub

When those red berries come in spring,

Wash your southern branches.

Give me a hug and go home,

As a symbol of our love!

The furthest distance in the world from Tagore

The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death

It's that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.

The furthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.

But I love you so much that I can't say I love you.

The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you.

I miss you deeply, but I can only bury you deeply in my heart.

The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I miss you.

But love can't be together.

The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other, but not being together.

It's knowing that true love is invincible, but pretending not to care about you at all.

The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't resist this yearning, but that you have to pretend that you are not in your heart at all.

But with a cold heart, I dug an insurmountable ditch between you and the person who loves you.

The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees.

But branches born from the same root can't depend on each other in the wind.

The furthest distance in the world is not that branches cannot depend on each other.

But the stars that know each other have no intersecting tracks.

The furthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between stars.

But even if these tracks meet, there is no place to find them in the blink of an eye.

The furthest distance in the world is not that there is nowhere to be found in an instant.

But we are doomed not to meet before we meet.

The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird.

One is in the sky and the other is in the deep sea.