A love poem

Love poems written by Lu Xun

My love is on the mountainside;

To find her, the mountain is too high,

You can't tear your clothes with your head down.

My lover gave me a hundred dishes of towels;

Give her back what: an owl.

From then on, you turned your back on me,

Somehow it scares me.

My love is in the city;

There are many people looking for her,

I can't cry when I look up.

My lover gave me a map of Shuangyan;

Give her what: sugar-coated haws.

From then on, you turned your back on me,

I don't know why this confuses me.

My love is by the river;

To find her, the river is deep,

The crooked head can't touch the sleeve with tears.

My lover gave me a gold watch;

Give her back what: antiperspirant.

From then on, you turned your back on me,

Somehow it makes me nervous.

My love is good at home;

Trying to find her. She doesn't have a car,

You can't cry when you shake your head.

My lover sent me roses;

Give her back what: practice the snake in red.

From then on, you turned your back on me,

I don't know why-let her go.

Byron wrote love poems.

In the past, I was reluctant to say goodbye, and my tears were silent; I have hated my liver and intestines for several years. Cold cheeks are startled, and a kiss is even colder; The future sadness has been predicted at this moment. The cold dew is heavy and the eyebrows are cold-

It was announced at that time: sadness is today. Is Mengshan safe now? How contemptible your name is! I am ashamed of your reputation. Smelling your bad reputation is like listening to the death knell. I can't help but feel anxious—

The past is too strong. Who knows the old days? I know too much. This is a long-term hatred, and it's all in the words. I used to like trysts, but now I hate silence. You forget the old love, infatuation is unlucky. Farewell after many years, or reunion, meet what language? Tears flow silently.