Modern poems about friendship, hurry!!!!!

Sleep alone at night.

Thousands of miles of remembrance.

Lady with a single couch.

Relatively speechless.

The lonely shadow complains that the night is long.

Lovesickness is longer.

There is also oriental white.

Acacia ruler is hard to measure.

Sleep alone at night when the lights are dry.

Walk through a thousand mountains with your dreams.

The reunion was speechless, and the tears were wet.

The frozen dream is short, and the nostalgia is sad.

Unprovoked hatred of magpies.

The windows are white and cold.

Modern poetry --- friendship.

That day you put the mole of friendship.

dot on my forehead.

Since then, the warm sun has shone on me.

The warm spring breeze took my arm.

The road to the future.

That day you put the fragrance of friendship.

Stuck in my sideburns.

Since then, the gentle rain has moistened my mood.

The deep sea soothed my exhaustion.

Accommodating me more.

A lot of pain, a lot of trouble.

A lot of joy, a lot of happiness.

The murmuring worm whispered your name.

The chattering autumn breeze whispers your name.

Friendship is a bouquet of aroma.

A clear spring.

How can you forget your old friends Can you not think about it in your heart How can you forget your old friends Friendship lasts forever We used to wander all day long on the green hills of our hometown We have also experienced hardships Wandering around We have also disappeared all day long Paddle on the blue waves But now we are flying apart Across the sea and ocean, we used to be like-minded Let's shake hands Let's raise a glass and drink Long live friendship Long live friendship Long live friendship Raise a glass and drink Sing the praises of friendship for a long time. Okay.

My cherished friendship is a work of art.

I unintentionally picked up from the waves of time, hung on the hurried stagecoach of life, sometimes almost drifted away with the wind, but not lost;

and was emotionally handedly under a chance encounter.

Repeatedly discovered, the farther back the more precious I feel, because it reverberates with my lost youth, and gives me the aftertaste of the intimate past;

The delicate sculptures, inspired by letters and empathy, are placed in the window at the end of the old year, not only embellishing the loneliness, but also reflecting the world outside the window like a mirror, making the rough world seem so soft.

The Prosperity of Love" You say that you are a flower floating in the world.

My weary wanderer is crazy to take you off.

Thou hast hindered my pace with the lies of passing on words and rhyme poems.

The green trees and red flowers outside the window worked hard to bloom all summer.

When will the wings that once flutter come to pick up a prosperity?

Lonely to the point that the red suit wants to be removed.

Complete the last summer of twenty years old.

Stop at a myth that you always praise my genius.

Encouraged me to be my own audience for many years of falsehood.

Ignore your worries by moving to other cities.

I will also talk to strangers when I am exploring my way.

but they will not be able to abstain from the punishment that will be brought about you.

It turns out that love has to struggle hard to realize how great you are.

By then, I had already wandered to the end of the world.

Recalling the angry words at the beginning, I regretted that I couldn't extricate myself.

A rainbow fell in the vast sea after some rain.

I made a wish that I would love her even if I was silent for the rest of my life.

You are the flower that will never die in my soul.

Just quietly, the button failed, I buttoned Coca-Cola, and your husband Coca-Cola, you can take a look.

You and I go together.

You and I have dreams together, and we wander between heaven and earth.

Although they have not joined hands, their hearts have been connected.

Thoughts are transcendent and pure.

Cleanse the face of life.

Pursue spirituality. Answer: Abundant, to achieve the original intention of the youth.

Despise the vulgar and the ugly, and the soul looks to the starry sky.

Walk through the canyon of life and expand the vast and calm.

With the chanting of poetry, romantic feelings are born.

Hazy on the water side, Tianwen still haunts my heart.

Han Fu Huazhang swan song, Sima Shiji peak.

Jian'an has a clear wind and bones, and there are traces of Jieshi in the east.

The water of the canal is surging, and the water of the Yellow River is pouring into the sky.

The great river has gone to the east rapidly, and the light boat has crossed time and space.

Yuanqu Dou'e has grievances, and there are pavilions for resentful peony.

The Ming and Qing dynasties have their own chapters.

Culture is a great combination.

Drawing on the milk of thousands of years, you and I will strengthen our bodies and souls.

I like the peach orchard ploughing the fields, and the poems and books are harmonious.

You and I are now sucking in the dew, and suddenly I feel that the gods are vulgar.

The poems release the true beauty, and the thousands of feelings return to the roots.

Friendship is like L'Oréal Paris, you deserve it! Friendship is like Yida, caring for teeth cares more about you!

I also think Xi Murong's "Invitation" is not bad.

Gift to Wang Lun (Li Bai).

Li Bai was about to go on a boat, and suddenly heard the sound of singing on the shore.

The Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love.

The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. —Li Bai "Yellow Crane Tower Sends Meng Haoran to Guangling".

Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west. —Wang Wei, "Weicheng Song".

Open the noodle garden, and talk about the wine. —Meng Haoran, "The Old Man's Village".

Immediately meet without paper and pen, and report peace with the words of the king. —Cen Shen "The Envoy to Beijing".

The old man Gu Ji invited me to Tian's house. —Meng Haoran, "The Old Man's Village".

The old man entered my dream, and I remembered my appearance. —Du Fu, "Dream of Li Bai Two Songs: Part I".

The table came together from afar.

That's how I got to know you, who were at the table.

You're a bubbly girl.

Filled with youthful vibes.

I'm a melancholy boy.

Closed off the self that should be happy.

You say I'm tired of living.

There is not a bit of vigor at all.

He also advised me to say goodbye to the past.

Open up your own broad world.

I said you're right.

I'll be myself.

Take every day of life seriously.

Because life is like a play that is too short.

You look at me. I'm looking at you.

I look in your bright eyes.

I read sincerity.

You must also be from my smiling eyes.

Understood what pure friendship is.

You at the same table. I'm at the same table.

Cherish each other. Days of living together.

Eternal memories of this life.

Also: you at the same table.

On the edge of trivial memories.

Dreams always linger, I miss you.

On that picturesque morning.

There is a tweed greeting.

Knock on the window of my heart.

It's the endless shade of the leaves.

It's still the greetings of people coming and going in the classroom.

The teacher came and erased the blackboard.

Let you dance like a butterfly.

Reciting the article. Ay! I've always been an observer.

From yesterday to the present.

I want to turn the clock of time.

So that the flowers of spring are gorgeous.

Bloom on our table.

Now, I'm with a long sigh.

What a chance encounter.

It's like the hand of a muse.

Let the past love be missed.

It's all buried in the heart.