You can keep me in your heart forever.

It’s really hard to be in words when you love in your heart, but there is no name for it, but you are almost infatuated with Mr. and Mrs. Bai Langning, a pair of poets. Love is the most poetic, but now the poetess also writes in her love poems.
You want to love me with all your heart. Don’t what?
It is love that loves me.
We might as well read a letter she wrote to her fiance after her engagement, May 1, 1846, and see what kind of confusion she experienced in her first love.
When you first met me, I was dissatisfied that you loved me because of my poetry. No, I didn’t. I just didn’t believe that you would love me. No matter what your reasons were, what else did people love me? I don’t think I care much. I really don’t have enough reasons to love me. I just hope that this is my confession again and again. If there is a reason, then it’s no different to make you happy. My shoes love me. I’m afraid that my shoes are worn out. I didn’t love me at all.
She has expressed this feeling in her first poem in pain and anxiety in several love poems.
When the golden sun rises and shines for the first time
You love the Covenant, I’m looking forward to the moon.
It’s too early and too urgent to get rid of that complex
The third poem
Now this poem is written in the middle. Later, when she became calm and firm in her mood, she saw the love stage before the 36th poem. Love was just love, but when she didn’t know her love, it was very warm, but it seemed very impulsive and superficial. The poetess expressed such a tortuous mental journey because of her special life experience, which added a dramatic color to their devotion and lifelong love.
The 40th song
This is a poem by the richest man in the society. A spiritual virtual world shows that a disease is that there is no love flowers there, and there is no shining, and the glory will never fade.
Yeah, we love each other a lot in this world.
The poetess was born in the middle class of England. How do those guys and girls love each other? Listen to a love story of the Duchess of Bewick in Wilde’s play Windermere’s Lady Fan 189.
It’s really scary that Bewick kept talking about killing me. I just accepted his proposal, but within a year, if a woman is always young, beautiful or ugly, he will cling to the fact that I caught him making eyes with my maid before the honeymoon was over.
The duchess arranged for her daughter to be married to an outbreak in Australia, and her precious daughter Agatha is a little thing with pale feelings and no personality. In a play, she will say that her mother has reached an easy-to-buy marriage for this money family with no emotional foundation, but her client still says that she is her mother, which means that she promised to come. This is her lifelong event, but the tone is still so dull and dull.
What a profound criticism of the poetess’s lines on that spiritual emptiness!
Never wanted to call this.
Love things side by side with their hatred.
Or compared with indifference
They fall in love as if they were playing a game, and when they smile, their handkerchief falls over, but when they cry, they break the rules of flirting, and no one can.
Only a noble-minded person can truly love each other and sublimate love to a very high spiritual level. This spiritual beauty is like a white lotus stretching from the top of the mountain to the top of the world.
Mud is not stained with a white lotus, which is also a love poem and impressive.
lli
Quoting Liang Zongdai’s Translation of Sonnets Shakespeare Volume 11
lil
one
I remember that Greek poets used to sing.
Those lovely and warm years are eagerly awaited.
Every year brings a generous gift in turn.
Give it to the people of the world, old and young.
When I think so, I whisper the rhyme of ancient poets.
Through my tears, I gradually raised my illusion.
I saw the happy years, the sad years, and I have put pieces of light and shadow one after another.
Passed by me, and then I realized I was crying.
A mysterious shadow is moving behind me.
And grabbed my hair and pulled it back.
I also heard a scream that I was struggling.
Who caught you this time? Guess what. Answer me.
Listen, the silver bell echoes, not death, but love
lli
The Greek poet Wen herius Shokrites, a Greek pastoral poet in the third century BC, described the scenery, customs and customs of Sicily and Greece as full of life. An elegy in the fifteenth volume of pastoral poetry said that Aphrodite, the goddess of fashion, finally brought Adoni to you from the shade in the twelfth month. The most lovely goddess came late, but finally came in earnest expectation, because the goddess of fashion always brought some gifts to all the world.