Modern poems with the theme of parting. Express parting modern poetry

A Parting" The sun is fierce I don't know who I want to talk to.

She stroked a piece of paper and a pen for a long time.

But he didn't write a word.

She just got her hair cut and went out.

She looked up at the cloudless sky.

And he looked down at the earth beneath his feet.

She simply ignored my existence.

The house behind her She doesn't seem to be nostalgic at all.

The sun was fierce and she jumped into a car.

She shut out the sunny world.

I wanted to look at her through the window.

A curtain was drawn to a full end earnestly and persistently.

That night, I went home alone.

Look at the white paper and the pen on the table.

I just wanted to light a lamp, but it was empty.

I couldn't find a match to light the light.

Can't say goodbye.

It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong.

Whether it's resentment or love doesn't need to be revealed.

What is more important than the needs of the two hearts.

How can tenderness and intimacy be missing.

Whether it's advancing or retreating, it's like a frenzy.

Whether it's pain or love, it doesn't need to be published.

I didn't want to dream of you.

Since then, the rumors have been known in my heart.

The more romantic this relationship is, the more wonderful it is.

Parting is the most unbearable.

I can't bear to see you turn your back to me.

If you want to go for a moment, please don't have a lot of nostalgia.

The ups and downs of the waves are like a crowd, and there will be no thoughts.

You and I are so sad that we can't say goodbye.

Can't say goodbye.

Don't" in the spring.

You wave your handkerchief.

It's to get me away.

Or will you return right away?

No, nothing.

Nothing because.

It's like a falling flower in the water.

It's like dew on a flower.

Only the shadow understands.

Only the wind can experience it.

There are only butterflies that sigh and startle.

is still flying in the heart.

Hehe, I didn't expect such a coincidence, I just wrote one...

Drunk heart 0 2

Melt in drunk liquor 0 2

Wet eyes 0 2

But it can't hold the sorrow of getting wet 0 2

June Wind Ah 0 2

Blowing drifting clouds 0 2

But he can't blow and wave other sleeves 0 2

Shallow turn 0 2

Take another look at the grass and trees 0 2

Looking back 0 2

Fill with memories of Yoyo 0 2

Parting can weaken shallow feelings, but make deep feelings deeper, just as the wind can blow out the candlelight, but it will fan the fire more vigorously. Below I have collected modern poems that express parting for your reference.

"Accidental".I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the heart of your waves—you need not be surprised, and you need not rejoice

In an instant, all traces were wiped out.

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

It's good for you to remember, it's better for you to forget, the light that shines on each other at this rendezvous.

"The most is the sorrow of parting".Dew drops on bamboo leaves.

Swinging in the breeze.

Bleak slippery. Every swing.

Say a word of cherishment.

There is infinite sorrow in every wave.

There was a heartfelt blessing in that cherished voice.

Every swing.

Say a word of cherishment.

Every wave is accompanied by reluctance to leave the sorrow.

There was a sweet expectation in that cherished sound.

Goodbye, see you again someday.

"Farewell to Cambridge".Gently I go, as softly I came;

I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky.

The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset;

The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of the Cam River, be willing to be a water weed!

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;

Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a penny and wander towards the greener grass;

Loaded with a boatload of starlight, singing in the starlight.

But I can't play songs, quietly it's a parting sheng flute;

Xia Worm is also silent for me, silence is Kangqiao tonight!

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

Do not take away a single cloud.

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Flowers fall in the wind. Reluctantly, fill the sockets of the feet with one step and three turns.

The gentle wife told me a thousand times.

The toddler daughter called "Daddy".

There was also a pair of stumbling parents who burst into tears.

Can't help but leave, because.

A strong body, shouldering the care of his lover.

Carrying his daughter's floral skirt on one shoulder.

Both hands also have to support the old age of their parents.

The bags behind are stuffed with worry and attachment.

The days hang on the branches, and the wind blows and the sun shines.

In a foreign land, thoughts begin to be jointed.

A family photo comforts the restlessness of the night.

In the reinforced concrete, find a cone of land.

Squatting or sitting, chewing in steamed rice for days.

A bowl of egg drop soup to drink away all indifference and disdain.

Oily black fingers resuscitate at the bottom of the bowl.

Touching the shriveled pocket, his mind began to calculate.

Tomorrow I will start quitting smoking, for the bow on my daughter's head.

For that beautiful promise.

When the spring flowers are blooming, let's go to see the sea together.