Modern poems about missing, modern poems about missing

Perhaps, one day suddenly, perhaps, finally failed to meet, in fact, there is no hindrance, just quietly miss in the years.

If you wait for me, I will cook a cup of tea and wait for you, if you look for me, I will make a cup of time like a song waiting for you.

As long as you come, I will devote my heart to you.

In fact. Sometimes it's not that I don't want to, it's not that I don't want to read it, it's just that I don't want to say it, and I'm ashamed to say it.

Sometimes, when encountered, it is just a glance, so simple that it is impossible to avoid.

However, just by looking at it, you can smell the familiar and the same smell in your soul.

At this time, perhaps an accident, an unexpected person appears, just as you have no intention of looking at the color, and your eyes have been dyed, no matter how independent you are, and the inevitability of his life, you will inevitably be unable to avoid the meeting.

margin, not in depth;

Love, not near and far, love, not in the morning and evening.

How much prosperity and brightness, how many fresh clothes and angry horses, will eventually return to dullness, and there is nothing strange in the fireworks.

Only the encounter in the confusion is just like a long stream of accompaniment, in a case of paper and pen, the full point of ink and blue and white under the book, deducing the most beautiful friendship into the vicissitudes of life.

The years are on the left, and the time is on the right.

What is owed, it will be repaid in the past;

I owe it to me, tear the note and touch the marks.

Only pick up the fallen flowers, seal the pillow for safety, and then, the water and the moon are full of arms, will be a deep seed, and wait for it to take root in Tucui, only the weight of life, and no mulberry field of years.

Cherish, those who give me warmth, gently put away, in every depression or depression, grateful for the encounter and acquaintance.

Thanks to those who have given me warmth on the journey of life, every scene is a record of the years and has long been engraved in my heart.

The years are silent, and the time is silent.

Only quiet a plain heart, bow your eyebrows in the fireworks, be quiet in the red dust, and let go in the years.

Then, meditate, silently warm, and quietly think.

There are beauties, never forget when you see them, you don't see them for a day, and you think about them like crazy. - Anonymous "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix Qin Song".

There is a beautiful woman in my heart, and it is a habit to miss you.

1. You are my only oneBecause of the gaze of that moment.

You have remained on the picture screen of my memory.

became a lingering theme.

You're smiling.

Into my night.

It made my dream come true.

Maybe you don't care.

Maybe you feel the same way I do.

Whatever the choice.

You are the only one for me.

The mountains are high and the road is long. The persistent pace never stops.

The water is deep and surging. A sincere soul travels with the sails.

If you are stumbling and the road is blocked.

If the waves hit the bow of the ship, the sail is broken.

The unchanging flag of the heart always rises towards the sun.

Tonight, the moon is thick and the flowers are dripping.

2. InsomniaI don't know who stole the moonshine.

Only the rain was left dancing on the roof.

Tossing and turning.

Wrapped in the passing years.

Walk to the fork in the road of time.

No matter which direction it is facing.

There is a confused scene.

The past lies overhead.

The rusty look.

I want to polish it with my heart.

Simply put sleep aside.

Until dawn. 3. Far away, my thoughtsHow many full moon days have passed.

I can't always go into a distant artistic conception.

A complex that grows in the cold and the summer.

There is always that longing for a long time.

The evening breeze swept by, leaving behind a wave of pain.

The night was hazy, rolling down the rows of tears.

A lone shadow standing under the canopy.

Still looking at the scenery in the distance.

Far away, my thoughts.

Heartbreak, when does it expire?

1, "Far and Near" (Gu Cheng).

You, look at me for a while, look at the clouds for a while.

I feel that when you look at me, you are far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are close.

2, "Accidental" (Xu Zhimo).

I am a cloud in the sky, projected by chance in the heart of your waves.

You don't need to be surprised, let alone rejoice, to be wiped out in an instant.

You and I meet on the sea of night, you have yours, I have mine, direction;

It's better for you to remember, it's better for you to forget, the lights that shine on each other at this rendezvous!

3, "Mistake" (Zheng Chouyu).

I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower.

The wind does not come to the east to eliminate slag.

The catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The trampling sound is silent. The spring of March is not revealed.

Your heart is a little window closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

I'm not quietly returning to people, I'm a passerby.

4, "Alley" (Gu Cheng).

Alley. It's curved and long.

There are no doors. There are no windows.

I'll take an old key.

Knocking on a thick wall.

5, "Weight" (Han Han).

She put the bloody head on the scales of life, so that all the survivors lost their weight. 6, "Arc" (Gu Chengqiao Reform).

Birds in the wind.

Turn quickly. The boy went to pick it up.

One cent. Grapevines due to fantasy.

And the extended filaments.

The waves retreated.

And the towering back.

7, "Far Away" (Sanmao).

How far away is it?

Please, please tell me, to the ends of the earth, is it far?

Ask your heart, as long as it promises, there is no place, it will not be so far.

8, "Homesickness" (Yu Guangzhong).

Hours. Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm on this end. Mother is over there.

When I grow up. Nostalgia is a narrow ticket.