行情范文

中国梦是中国人民的，也是我们年轻人的，随着时代的不断变化人民对生活有着无限的憧憬和期待；每个中国人都是中国梦的参与者、创造者。随着祖国日益强大，我们也变得激情澎湃，顺应时代的快节奏也诞生了简易的三行情书，下面一起来欣赏下赞美祖国的情书吧。

第一封
到哪去找一个血脉相连的地方寄托涓如流水的思念
到哪去找一个文化辉煌的地方寄托与生俱来的骄傲
是这片国土我的归属永不疏离

第二封
鲲鹏展
九州览
一剑锋光天亦寒

第三封
红是你夕日的鲜血
红是你今朝的明霞
红亦是吾心的色彩

第四封
揖一束鲜花，剪一段流锦
于您音碟之年
共祝福

第五封
你把这梦看得遥不可及
你把自己看得无足轻重
这“红专”的梦却把每一个你视作唯一

第六封
壮我黄河激荡腾祥龙
阔我黄土万里播种复兴梦
饮我黄酒一杯华夏子孙欢乐同

第七封
壮我黄河激荡腾祥龙
阔我黄土万里播种复兴梦
饮我黄酒一杯华夏子孙欢乐同

其实人生简简单单才最真，不需要过多的话语。俩人相爱，就算只是三个字也能够令她感动无比。最感人的三句话情书说出来也足够表达你的真心。下面带来古风版最感人的三行情书，试着用古人的诗句来传达自己最真实的感情，大多数的甜言蜜语其实也抵不过几行真诚的语句。
第一首
一曲相思
半点离愁
如何与君共白头第二首
吾愿倾国以聘
许汝
碧落黄泉两不忘第三首
富贵可离
权柄可逆
独独是你不可弃第四首
青梅枯萎
竹马老去
从此我爱的人都像你第五首
放手佳丽三千去
不过为你
一人一心两不疑第六首
倘有来生
若非死别
绝不生离第七首
孤身只影中
等你
出入成双第八首
桃之夭夭
灼灼其华
佳人当与成家第九首
阁楼窗
砂朱帘
静待君郎还未还第十首
倾君三年又五载
春去冬来再一秋
常忆相思长相忆小结：其实偶尔情书换换风格能更显浪漫，上面的古风风格的三行情书也许才适合你哦，准备好给爱人献上一封情书了吗？赶快行动起来吧。

大学是我们一生最珍贵的日子，大学时间的四年是我们一生的财富。大学四年中，舍友，对我们而言，不仅是朝夕相处的同学，更是最知心的朋友与亲人。学习上的互帮互助，生活中的嬉戏打闹，无一不是我们与舍友之间培养深厚感情的桥梁。接下来和小编一起看看情书大全中写给舍友的三行情书。

第一首难得深情仍忆初见懵懂时不堪回首何当同床拉下限岂不美哉第二首习惯到没感觉。即使过往再走一遍，也不会回到以前。第三首我床板你第四首I'm not happybecausefck在大学的四年生活中，舍友对我们的影响是很大的，它直接影响了大学生活的质量。在大学期间能否同室友建立良好的关系，是你拥有一个开心的大学生活的关键，在你要和朝夕相处的舍友离别时，写一首三行情书，体现浓浓舍友情。

在中国每年的母亲节、妇女节、儿童节都是表达自己情感的节日，但对于父亲节却略显不足。不是忘记，面对常年一脸严肃的爸爸，却表现出“爱你在心口难开”的尴尬。写一首简短的三行情书来表达祝福再好不过了，接下来一起看看怎么写三行情书吧。
第一首
请你
等我
长大第二首
累了就回家吧
我养你
这话只有你是认真的第三首
你老了越来越像个孩子
可是我知道
你比我小时候好哄多了第四首
给一万次机会还是说不出爱你
情愿让自己欠下情债
这样我们就有了来世之约第五首
我爸老了，但他还是很酷
他把到的妹也超正
因为那是我妈第六首
我一直都知道
这世界对我最好的男人
已经有我妈妈了第七首
你爱我十九年
以后我定护你周全
为你撑起一片天第八首
爸
这辈子
再也没人答应我了小结：严厉的父爱就如同高山，他们往往将自己的感情埋藏在心底。时光飞逝不要等到失去才懂得珍惜。

十四行诗源自于意大利，属于一种抒情短诗。其结构十分严谨，对诗人而言，结构越严谨那就越难抒情。而莎士比亚却是一个例外，毫不拘谨，自由奔放，几乎每首诗都有独立的审美价值。在此小编为大家奉上莎士比亚十四行情诗第122首，与君共赏。

摘要：哦，哪怕直到，每一页纸都被遗失……

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain

Full charactered with lasting memory,

Which shall above that idle rank remain,

Beyond all date, even to eternity:

Or, at the least, so long as brain and heart

Have faculty by nature to subsist;

Till each to razed oblivion yield his part

Of thee, thy record never can be missed.

That poor retention could not so much hold,

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,

How to divide the conquest of thy sight;

Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,

My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.

My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,

A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes,

But the defendant doth that plea deny,

And says in him thy fair appearance lies.

To 'cide this title is impannelled，

A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;

And by their verdict is determined，

The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part:

The other two, slight air, and purging fire.

Are both with thee, wherever I abide;

The first my thought, the other my desire,

These present-absent with swift motion slide.

For when these quicker elements are gone

In tender embassy of love to thee,

My life, being made of four, with two alone

Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;

Until life's composition be recured

By those swift messengers return'd from thee,

Who even but now come back again, assured

Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:

十四行诗源自于意大利，属于一种抒情短诗。其结构十分严谨，对诗人而言，结构越严谨那就越难抒情。而莎士比亚却是一个例外，毫不拘谨，自由奔放，几乎每首诗都有独立的审美价值。在此小编为大家奉上莎士比亚十四行情诗第108首，与君共赏。

摘要：那永恒的爱，被锁在长青匣里，既不蒙受尘土和岁月的...

英文正文：
What's in the brain, that ink may character,

Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?

What's new to speak, what now to register,

That may express my love, or thy dear merit?

Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,

I must each day say o'er the very same;

Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,

Even as when first I hallowed thy fair name.

But wherefore do not you a mightier way.

Make war upon this bloody tyrant time,

And fortify yourself in your decay

With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?

Now stand you on the top of happy hours,

And many maiden gardens yet unset

With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,

Much liker than your painted counterfeit.

So should the lines of life that life repair

Which this time's pencil or my pupil pen

Neither in inward worth nor outward fair

Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.

Who will believe my verse in time to come.

If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?

Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb

Which hides your life,and shows not half your parts.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes,

And in fresh numbers number all your graces,

The age to come would say this poet lies,

Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.

So should my papers,yellowed with their age,

Be scorn'd,like old men of less truth than tongue,

And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage,