A poem that expresses endless longing, a poem that expresses longing

There is no poem, but there is a love letter, I just wrote it, and I will never find the same:

Some people say: butterflies can't fly in the sea.

It's not that butterflies can't fly in the sea, but the end of the sea, and there is no waiting.

Don't like to say"If"I don't like to assume meaningless past and future. But after meeting you, I often think"If".If my relationship with you is more than a rub shoulder; If you're not my stranger, I'm not your stranger; If I could greet you with a smile, no matter how many years go by, no matter what happens.

IfIf life is a cycle of encounters and dispersions, the past is blown away by time and becomes a pain that flies in memory. Thousands of sails have passed, leaving only the scars of the bottom of my heart.

Why did your glimpse make me see the tearful eyes of the small bridge of independence and me across the rain a few lifetimes ago? Why did that glance make my heart frightened and lonely with nowhere to hide?

The mood is getting older day by day, and I want to give up, but I can't bear to forget.

I started thinking again"If", if there is any"If", I think I'll go out of my way through even a thousand-year obstacle. Just for me to find the eyes of a thousand sails in your dreams. The reincarnation of eternity can't withstand the moment of longing. Three thousand weak waters, if you are lonely.

It's not that butterflies can't fly in the sea.

It's the other side of the sea, is there any waiting for you to see through the autumn water?

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king

Lonely love, nostalgia for Wan Fanghui.

Purple smoke flies on the blue lake.

Yinghe pondered the moon.

Tingting danced solo in the group.

I like this one under it, but I don't miss it. Huh).

Nostalgia for Wan Fanghui.

Purple smoke flies on the blue lake.

The cranes chase the moon in the sky.

Tingting danced solo in the group.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

If you like it, you have to fight for it, so sad and useless.

I always thought that happiness was in the distance.

In the future that can be chased.

My eyes kept looking.

My ears listened carefully.

Lest you miss it.

It was only later that I found out.

Those who shook hands.

Tears that have been shed, people who have been loved.

The so-called ever.

It's happiness. Beautiful moonlit night. There are no flying flowers. Only fallen leaves.

The faint light of the moon. There is no warmth. Only coldness.

On such a poignant night.

MY LOVE FOR YOU ... There is no turning back ...

I had to get out of my boat. Time has been spent on the shore, unbearable me!

Say goodbye to the flowers in the spring. Now it's all over the place, but I'm waiting and staying.

The sound of the tide is getting louder, and the yellow leaves are falling on the shady beach on the riverbank.

What emptiness you gaze at! Don't you feel a surprise and the distant song of the other side wafting from the sky?

Rabindranath Tagore's. And many more, for yourself. I like this song very much.

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Dear, I'm glad to answer for you: Missing is a poem that allows you to read the rhyme in an ordinary day; Thoughts are a shower of rain that moistens you on a dull day; Thoughts are a piece of sunshine that brightens up your gloomy days. When I think of you, the wind is soft, when I think of you, the clouds are soft, and when I think of you, even the air is sweet.

Missing is a poem, tasting the ups and downs, missing is a glass of wine, containing a different charm, missing is a song, telling endless sorrow.

Missing is a poem.

Dear, I'm glad to answer for you: Missing is a poem that allows you to read the rhyme in an ordinary day; Thoughts are a shower of rain that moistens you on a dull day; Thoughts are a piece of sunshine that brightens up your gloomy days. When I think of you, the wind is soft, when I think of you, the clouds are soft, and when I think of you, even the air is sweet.

Missing is a poem, tasting the ups and downs, missing is a glass of wine, containing a different charm, missing is a song, telling endless sorrow.

I don't understand. There is no song on it. There was no wine either.

Kiss, do you want a poem about love, with songs and wine in it?

Explanation, meaning.

It's not a song, it's not a wine.

Missing is a mood. Poetry is a kind of artistic conception, and longing is a poem that expresses a feeling that is not controlled by reason, just like the meaning of a line in the play, love and cough cannot be hidden. You don't need a reason to love someone.

Your reason tells you not to go that way, not to think about that person, not to do that, but your heart doesn't agree. The poem has an inner struggle and the sweetness of falling in love.

Verses that express longing (examples of parts).

Do you know that you miss him in the spring, leaning on the railing under the begonia flowers? ——Zhou Wenzhen, "Plum Wind, Small Towers".

I miss my hometown and am depressed. - Anonymous "Song of Sorrow".

I miss Yingluxi, and I still look at it. - Liu Xiang, "Nine Sighs".

Remember when you stay away from farewell, miss the narrative. - Qin Jia's "Three Poems for Women".

The clouds are not different from the country and the country, and the children are taught to cover the cup in the palm. - Du Fu's "Little Solstice".

You don't need money to brag, just blow round.

Even though it was blown into snow by the spring breeze, it was crushed into dust by Nanmo. ——Wang Anshi, "Apricot Blossoms in the North".

The child's snort was thunderous. - Su Shi "Linjiang Immortals, Night Drinking Dongpo Awakening and Getting Drunk".

The heart is not mixed, and the miscellaneous is unreceiving; The heart does not want to work, and the spirit is tired when it works. -- Aphorisms and Learning

The skewness of the scholar can still be said. - Anonymous "Hooligans".

If you have talent, you must hide it, such as gold and jade, and the secret and day chapter is also - "Fireside Night Talk: The Fourteenth Rule".