Poetry about missing modern poetry 1. Ask for a modern poem about missing.
Modern poems about missing are as follows:
Poetry 1: Missing in Summer by Jean Dong Qing.
Let me hold a summer rain.
Moisten your heart after a long drought
Let me enjoy the cool breeze.
Brush away your fatigue.
Let me have a look at the clear spring
Give you endless sweetness
Let me pick a lotus.
Warm your beautiful smiling face
Give you everything.
Let you have a refreshing summer.
My thoughts
Since the summer when I met you.
Inside the exhibition hall
pool
Meet in the rain and hold hands.
Your bright smile
Jade is like the moon.
Your white dress
Like a lotus or a cloud.
Your beautiful voice
Such as string playing.
Since then, I have asked for it thousands of times.
everlasting
Poetry 2: Wu's "Thinking of Old Friends on a Moonlit Night"
this evening
When the moon rises,
The bright moon in Tang dynasty
Still in the window
Visit me and study tirelessly.
You recognize me by my birth name.
This moment, the door of memory.
Never closed again.
That year, Na Yue, that man.
And those memories of youth.
Unlike cigarettes.
Those seeds sown in spring
The sound of green
As soon as it is called, the picturesque countryside will be green.
The vast plains and the hometown of the sea.
The swaying poems are accompanied by the fragrance of laurel trees.
That's my home, my lost youth.
In the deepest part of the world of mortals, you are
An irreplaceable orphan in this life
I am willing to wait
The full moon is a painting, and the lack of the moon is a poem.
Poetry 3: Bai Yanyan's Missing
On a calm day.
I only long for one touch.
But all expectations
After all, it is extravagant hope.
I used to laugh like the wind
I used to cry like rain
All the hearts of bloom fall.
Inexplicable thoughts are as rich and fragrant as flowers.
Blooming in the branches of the years
It smells good every season.
Looking back on yesterday's dribs and drabs
Who will stay for me?
Even a shallow smile.
It will also make my whole heart throb.
Now hovering on the horizon.
Missing is precipitated by years.
There are no more days of high tide.
I have to stand on the edge of time.
Wait patiently for your news.
Poetry 4: Xiang Xue's Shadow of Classmates
All the days
There is a shadow of classmates.
Gentle eyes
Based on my shyness,
The shadow of classmates is ethereal.
recently
The shadow of my classmates disappeared,
It's hard to forget the scene of getting together.
The Eye of Silence
Leave the camera,
The classmates left.
The farther you go, the closer you seem.
When I prayed a thousand times
All along,
accidentally
Everyone has a classmate's shadow.
Poem 5: Xu's Forever Missing
Time flies.
Through the time and space of history, I left my thoughts.
It's late autumn and early winter, and it's the Cold Food Festival again.
October 1st of the lunar calendar.
Caring and missing haunt traditional folk customs.
Burn a piece of paper, send food, drink and cold clothes.
Entrust the souls of distant ancestors.
Every household is no exception, as everyone knows.
Sacrificing ancestors to burn paper and send cold clothes to show their hearts.
Moisturize things quietly and stretch your bones and muscles.
The call of the soul
Become a custom of the Chinese nation
Memories and thoughts of children and grandchildren
hand down from generation to generation
Memories, worries, new memories, infinite worries about our distant ancestors.
Kindness of relatives.
Forever miss
2. Modern poetry of missing.
"Remembering with Life" (original author: Ruoshui) In that day and night, in that lonely and long time, I thought of you again, and bright tears shook your heart brightly; Without you, my eyes are full of dim light and I can't see the surrounding scenery; I have been asking myself whether I should thank you, and thank you for cheering you up all your life with an encouraging word; Apart from the rapid heartbeat when hugging each other, I can only see those handsome figures in my eyes. From your eyes, I can see the beauty revealed. From your eyes, I can only see such a sad self, guarding those distant expectations and the wind on the road. After all, it was too fierce, which blew my young and delicate feelings and your immersed warmth; Now, in silent thoughts, I will remember you all my life and you will cry.
3. Seek a modern poem about missing.
Missing with your mouth is not missing, and it can't be expressed in words. Missing is a bird that flies higher and farther than us. Missing is a fish that swims deeper and farther than us. Missing is always separated and connected. Missing is always associated with dreams. Missing is a poem that makes you understand the rhythm in ordinary days. Missing is a ray of sunshine, which makes you clear and hides your unhappiness on a melancholy day. Hide your sadness, hide your pain. Smile more. The world will become more wonderful. Hide your troubles and blues. The dream of the future is more worthy of your expectation ... Maybe tears can be vented temporarily, but laughter is a brilliant and great life forever. I asked the wind of freedom what is the great wind of life. Answer: Like me, it is light. I asked the mighty sea: What is the roaring sea of great life? Answer: Like me, it will always roar loudly! I asked my noble grandson: What is a great life? The sun didn't answer, but I clearly heard two words: burning! One and two people's eyes are juxtaposed, so we should look at people equally; People's two ears are opposite and can't listen to one side; A person's nose has two holes and can't vent through one nostril; People only have one tongue, so they can't say two words; People only have one heart, so we can't choose between childhood and childhood. The choice is lollipop. I'm choosing. The choice is mine.
When I grow up, I choose to go abroad by air ticket. I want to choose, choose to want me. Later, the choice was a tree with rings. I want to choose, just like me.
Now, choice is the driving force for progress. I love choice, and choose to love me. Being ugly once does not mean being ugly forever. With the light makeup of time and the heavy touch of years, the ugly duckling will become a beautiful swan.
Once weak, it doesn't mean always weak, and small trees will grow into towering trees. Once abandoned, it doesn't mean abandoned forever. With the oppression of rocks and the burning of ground fires, dead branches will become dark coal.
Once you slip, it doesn't mean you slip forever. Sweat irrigates fertile soil, love nourishes life, and those who slip will also be the legendary swordsman. The sky with one wing doesn't understand my endless vicissitudes, and the lonely autumn has grown thin wings. I wonder how far it is. There is only a wing between the heart and the soul. Because the past is like the wind and the white clouds are lonely, migratory birds who doze in winter forget the bright blue sky and fly with the idea of standing on tiptoe. So when spring begins to wake up, you just walk quietly across a river and lose your gentle and beautiful flowers. Thank you. You were too busy to notice. It is a loss if the best friend leaves without leaving a farewell; It is a loss not to appreciate the elegance of life in a dreamlike day.
There are too many losses in this world, but we only want to have them because of them, and we only know how to cherish them because of them. Poetry belongs to youth.
China is a country of poetry, and as a member of the nation of poetry, we must have an indissoluble bond with poetry. But what is poetry? How to write poetry? However, it has become a mystery that we can't open, especially young friends, who are full of yearning for poetry but are often rejected by it.
So how can we approach poetry and how can poetry embellish youth? This is exactly what I want to talk about next. First, what is poetry? If someone asks me now what is poetry? Perhaps I can only answer this way: "I know what kind of words can be regarded as poetry and what kind of words are not, but I don't know what poetry is."
Poetry has no definition. But at least have a general idea! Yes, actually, poetry is not mysterious. Everything that is affectionate and beautiful is poetry.
Simply put, psychological image (emotion)+physical image (beauty) = poetry. Such as: twigs, like wires; Small yellow flowers, like bright lights; The earth is like a power plant in spring.
In this poem, "branches", "yellow flowers" and "earth" are psychological images, while "wires", "electric lights" and "power plants" are physical images. This wonderful poem is because after seeing the green flowers in spring, I have a good impression on the spring of the earth, and then compare the images in my mind with things through imagination. Of course, this is not a fixed pattern of poetry. Poetry is free and diverse.
To really know and understand poetry, we still need to understand it through long-term reading and creation. Second, the basic characteristics of modern poetry For the creation of modern poetry, we must first understand the characteristics of modern poetry, which is extremely important for us to learn the creation of modern poetry. Only by knowing yourself can you win every battle.
Modern poetry is the modern emotion that modern people feel in modern life, and it is a set of sentences arranged by modern words. Therefore, modern poetry is about the feelings of our times, and it is written in modern language (that is, modern Chinese, not classical Chinese)-this is the most basic feature of modern poetry.
In addition, compared with junior high school students, modern poetry has the following important characteristics: 1, content: beautiful imagination, extraordinary in ordinary; 2. Ideologically: Write touching feelings. In other words, personal feelings and experiences should be added; 3. Format: If you want to branch, you can branch by sentence or by content.
After understanding the basic characteristics of modern poetry, you can start to try to create, so what must be paid attention to in creation? Third, how to write a poem? Poetry is beautiful. To make ordinary things shine with beautiful light, we must imagine. Imagination is the source of beauty and the storehouse of poetry.
A good imagination is a poem in itself. Open your mouth and serve the people.
(He Zhou's scissors). Only by exerting imagination can we create a vivid image. Imagination endows poetry with vitality. Without imagination, the poems written are dry.
Imagination can make a little thing show amazing charm. For example, if you appreciate the flowers in the corner, the world will become smaller.
(Bing Xin's star) It's common for flowers to grow in corners, and it's easy to be ignored. If we only appreciate our own beauty, it will become smaller. Here, the poet draws an extraordinary truth from an ordinary thing by imagining and comparing people and flowers.
No imagination, writing.
4. Modern poems about memories
1
Time is a piece of sandpaper.
Polishing memory has no edges and corners.
But shiny.
When the song rings,
That deja vu story,
Take me back to the distant past
2
Winter snow, spring flowers, autumn wind and summer rain.
In our hands
After several seasons, I shared countless bits and pieces.
Play games with time
You and I are carefree
Because I have memories.
Expect bravely.
What a good motive
Go your separate ways after graduation.
Will not lose contact.
A crowded crowd in the sea
I know you too well.
There is no distance between us.
Distance may also be just air.
All the agreements
Do not need any tacit understanding of words.
We trust each other too much.
The other person is another self.
So we cherish our tacit understanding.
Let the memories take their time.
Roaring towards the past
Admitting friends always has special significance.
Even if we don't meet again
Smile and part.
Every breath.
It is a tacit cycle.
three
Golden campus
We came noisily.
Young mind
Full of infinite expectations
The world in plain clothes
We let off steam.
Passionate feelings
The colorful life of radiation
Green campus
Those ignorant teenagers
Publicize the glory of life
Appreciate the infinity of knowledge
Hot campus
Those young faces
Full of knowledge
Looking forward to the new school year
Four seasons campus
Every year is more colorful.
at once
We have grown up.
therefore
With the joy of growing up
We left silently.
On pure and fertile land
It breeds our hope for tomorrow.
We are eager to be an eagle in the future.
Soar above the sky
four
Hang your name on your chest every day.
I can feel your great love.
You will always be my forest.
I am the seed of a smile.
My thoughts germinate in your care.
Every time I look up at you,
Your door is like a wooden house.
Including blue sky and white clouds
I once imagined that we could stand together forever.
All the beautiful mornings and nights
Wake up silently at your feet and go to sleep.
until today
I grow into a moving tree.
Relive the love you gave me.
I want to be like you.
In the storm of years
Stand in the corner of life at will
Form a green shadow
five
In the school, weeping willows spit new green, while outside the garden, peaches fly green.
Pink Li Chun, Li Zixiang.
The good weather blows peaches and plums, and the pen and ink dance in the spring and autumn.
The three-foot platform urges Mabel Miao, and on one side is the pure land of bonuses.
A loving mother is full of love, and the gardener's soul is full of spring.
Dan Xin's music is a musical instrument, and Zhu Mo's painting is a picture of rejuvenating the country.
Aspiring to cultivate talents will last for generations, moisten things silently and last forever.
Frost dyes the temples, and the new seedlings are painstakingly cultivated.
Emphasis is placed on educating people, respecting teachers, and rejuvenating the country.
The peaches and plums in the school set each other off, and the cypresses, pines and cypresses outside the park are high.
Earth-shattering painting rhyme, beautiful rivers and mountains praise poetry.
Concentrate on cultivating peaches and plums and spare no effort;
I enjoy working hard to educate the pillars.
My heart follows Lang Lang's vocal music, and I love Xinxin Li Tao's poems.
Chalk sends white hair to friends and points to welcome the new year.
I like collecting hearts and tying peaches and plums, so that I can study the Spring and Autumn Annals written by Zhu Mo.
5. What are the poems about missing in modern times?
1. Missing you is the night I miss you. I don't want to leave you, but I accompanied you through the road under your distressed care. Missing you is the night I miss you, but you didn't give me any direction.
You are too scheming, but I am too greedy. I always know that sincere people are deeply hurt, but I wait, but all my worries turn into silent pain. I can be indifferent and gentle to you, but I can't escape the taste of caring. -I don't care about anything in return. -I have no expectations for tomorrow. When you started to leave me, I was so helpless, so reluctant and so worried. Still the same sentence-I miss you, you know, it's a night, with a lot of longing colors and pale pulling. I really miss you, and fate is always a little sudden, and love can't wait. I miss bitter coffee. I still remember that you and I happened to be sitting at a table by the window in a coffee shop, enjoying this full moon. We smiled at each other. Why are we alone on family reunion days? So you and I meet and come to this coffee shop every day to drink this bitter and sweet coffee. I can't remember the day when you and I stopped looking at each other on this table, but I still sat. Keep this habit, sitting alone at this table, drinking bitter coffee alone, looking out the window, the moonlight ups and downs, people have joys and sorrows. At this time, the moon is not round, people are not full, but the habit is still there, the memory is still bitter, but the memory is still sweet. I am still drinking this bitter and sweet coffee. 3. "You are the chord I miss" Once upon a time, you appeared in my dream.
At the moment of meeting, light the flame of love in your heart! Miss, in this way, bitter flow. Years of wind, memory, dried up in the distant sky.
Seasonal rain makes each other's hearts suffer in the mud ... In life, the expectation of waiting is doomed to be an illusion. However, I can't get rid of my lingering thoughts.
Heart, tangled, helpless pain. The clouds on the horizon lit up my makeup, and I was lonely all my life! Tonight, my tears are like rain.
Full of discharge, in the swamp of a place ... 4. "I miss you every holiday" How have you been recently? No, I don't miss you, and neither do I. i care about you a great deal. Every holiday season, I miss my relatives more than ever, and a faint yearning will float in, and there will be unforgettable memories about you in the distance.
So ... The sun also wants to cry.
A gloomy breath. Like a thug, filled my heart.
what can I say? There is no promise of love, and there is no expectation of life. But why, whenever I think of you, there will always be a heart rain, which will overflow my whole body and soak it, and it is another spring.
When I miss my mother, I burst into tears/I'm afraid that if this "comes true"/I'm afraid there will be no spring, summer, autumn and winter in my world/no light/no memories/because your mother is still young/you haven't kissed your grandson/you haven't brought reading glasses/you haven't sat in a rocking chair/because your father is used to your cooking/your brother's eyes are there. Mom, if you leave/the world will sleep/the white clouds will sleep/because they are all tired of walking with you/Oh, mom, if you leave/the grass in the yard will wither/the little white rabbits in the cage will be hungry/because they are unloved/at night, when you wake up from your dream/dial mom's phone/get busy/read, you are already asleep/but, really? 6. After you left, my heart went blank. Although the breeze is light, it can still carry fragrance. Although the sky is empty and Wei Yun is long, my heart is blank after you left. Maybe it's fate that we can only meet each other and not go the same way. Maybe we missed our love in the marriage book of previous lives.
Even so, you go your way and I'll go mine. Why am I so obsessed with this? Why is my heart blank except my thoughts? Just because our meeting was so beautiful, it made me despair.
I'm afraid to say goodbye to you when you leave, or even meet you in a narrow way. When you left, my heart went blank. Now I don't know whether you are happy on the other side of the wind or whether you are warm and happy on the other side of the cloud.
Without news, I can only try my best to hold up endless thoughts and entrust Qingfeng and Wei Yun to bring them to you quietly, so as to empty my heart and let myself fall asleep in the blank. Just because meeting is so beautiful.
6. Modern poetry expressing ideas
Missing with your mouth is not missing, and it can't be expressed in words. Missing is a bird that flies higher and farther than us. Missing is a fish that swims deeper and farther than us. Missing is always separated and connected. Missing is always associated with dreams. Missing is a poem that makes you understand the rhythm in ordinary days. Missing is a ray of sunshine, which makes you clear and hides your unhappiness on a melancholy day. Hide your sadness, hide your pain. Smile more. The world will become more wonderful. Hide your troubles and blues. The dream of the future is more worth looking forward to ... Maybe tears can be vented temporarily, but laughter is a brilliant and great life forever. I asked the wind of freedom what is the great wind of life. Answer: Like me, it is light. I asked the mighty sea: What is the roaring sea of great life? Answer: Like me, it will always roar loudly! I asked my noble grandson: What is a great life? The sun didn't answer, but I clearly heard two words: burning! One and two people's eyes are juxtaposed, so we should look at people equally; People's two ears are opposite and can't listen to one side; A person's nose has two holes and can't vent through one nostril; People only have one tongue, so they can't say two words; People only have one heart, so we can't choose between childhood and childhood. The choice is lollipop. I'm choosing. The choice is mine.
When I grow up, I choose to go abroad by air ticket. I want to choose, choose to want me. Later, the choice was a tree with rings. I want to choose, just like me.
Now, choice is the driving force for progress. I love choice, and choose to love me. Being ugly once does not mean being ugly forever. With the light makeup of time and the heavy touch of years, the ugly duckling will become a beautiful swan.
Once weak, it doesn't mean always weak, and small trees will grow into towering trees. Once abandoned, it doesn't mean abandoned forever. With the oppression of rocks and the burning of ground fires, dead branches will become dark coal.
Once you slip, it doesn't mean you slip forever. Sweat irrigates fertile soil, love nourishes life, and those who slip will also be the legendary swordsman. The sky with one wing doesn't understand my endless vicissitudes, and the lonely autumn has grown thin wings. I wonder how far it is. There is only a wing between the heart and the soul. Because the past is like the wind and the white clouds are lonely, migratory birds who doze in winter forget the bright blue sky and fly with the idea of standing on tiptoe. So when spring begins to wake up, you just walk quietly across a river and lose your gentle and beautiful flowers. Thank you. You were too busy to notice. It is a loss if the best friend leaves without leaving a farewell; It is a loss not to appreciate the elegance of life in a dreamlike day.
There are too many losses in this world, but we only want to have them because of them, and we only know how to cherish them because of them.
7. Sentences or modern poems expressing thoughts.
Let me shake your hand at the ferry, and then gently take out my hand until I know that my thoughts have taken root. The mountains and rivers during the day are solemn and gentle. Let me shake your hand, and then gently take it out. Tears stopped from now on and merged into a river in my heart. Staring at the ferry is so helpless. If you can't find flowers to send, pin your blessings on your chest. Tomorrow, I will come every other day, because you are in the mountains, and the wind is blowing your neck and bare shoulders. And the moonlight skirt I am wearing is cheongsam. I wear cheongsam. There is a new green in the forest. Like my youth. It is as transparent as alcohol. We cannot leave each other. But in the end, we can't forget how many things have changed. What we can't forget is that the moon took a photo of Zhang Changcheng in Dongting, and then took a photo of the mountain forest that night. Since then, my sadness has broken into countless voices and smiles. On the night of April, I attacked me with fragrance. I have been thinking about the disappointment of next spring. I expected a beautiful love, so I abandoned you without hesitation. On the way, I have been looking for you, but I didn't expect that when I turned around, you never left you a little. When spring comes, my heart sings repeatedly about the dust and sand in binjiang road, the moonlight in front of Lishui Street, and who picked the jasmine in the garden in the morning? The skirt of the ferry head fluttered in the wind and then fell down one after another. Years were buried in the soil and turned into amber. Before the gray dawn, I look back on my dear friends. Does a bird have to burn itself to become a phoenix? Must youth be ignorant? Love will be sad. I will draw sadness in the corner of my eye. I will wipe my forehead with my thoughts. I will let years carve my gaunt hands, and then we will pass each other on the street corner. Dear friends, please don't mistake that youth for changing people's face. We are makeup artists. Molly seems to be. There is no season, the small fragrant bud has been in full bloom during the day and night, thinking of you during the day and night, and waking up in the mirror at every trance moment, it seems that there is no difference. I thought I had hidden you in the depths of the past and in my cold heart. I thought that as long as I didn't say anything and as long as the days went on, you would eventually become an ancient secret, but that sleepless night was still too long. Early gray hair revealed my sad rumor. If all wandering is because of me, how can I not love your weather-beaten face? If the world is miserable, you have tasted how I can not love your haggard heart. They say you are old, hard as a rock and extremely cold, but no one knows that I am still the softest corner in your heart, with tears and untouchable choices. If I have to meet you once in my next life, I will only choose. I lost all the sweetness and sadness in the moment of hundreds of millions of light years, so let everything that should happen appear in an instant. Let me bow down and thank all the planets for their help, let me meet you and leave you, finish a poem written by God, and then grow old and lament that I will never see you again in this life. It's not what's in your heart, but the vicissitudes and fleeting time. Please have a look again. Look at me in the wind and rain, and look back at my face tonight. Please remember this moment firmly. Just for turning around after this moment, you and I will become strangers. In another year, in an unpredictable reunion, I can no longer say goodbye like this. Not all dreams will come true in time, and not all words will be spoken in time. After leaving, regrets will always be deeply rooted in my heart. Although they say that everything in the world will eventually become empty, I don't mean to miss it, but I have been doing it all the time. I want to miss the flowery yesterday and repeat the same parting today. I will be a stranger for the rest of my life, and I will bow deeply to you at dusk. Please take good care of me, although they say that everything in the world will eventually become empty. It doesn't necessarily mean separation, and there is no longer any news from each other. It doesn't necessarily mean forgetting that your sadness has rubbed into my heart and mountains like moonlight, but every night is as cold as water and will touch my old wounds. If the four seasons can be arranged extremely bleak, if the sun is willing, life can be arranged extremely lonely. If love is willing, I can never appear again. Dear friend, if you like, I have nothing but thinking of you. However, if you like, I will wither and stop thinking at once. I will dig out every seed, cut off every river, and let desolation and dryness extend to infinity. I will never think of you again in my life, except on some nights when I am wet with tears. If you are willing to give in, as long as you have a sincere poem in my heart in the fragrant summer in my eyes, there is nothing wrong with sadness and death. If love can be explained, the oath can be modified. If our meeting can be rearranged, life will be easier. If one day I can finally forget you, however, this is not a random legend, nor is it a drama to be staged tomorrow. I couldn't find the manuscript and erased you. I like to be vilen in the twilight. At this time, all the colors are quiet, and the darkness has not yet come. There is the last passion in the lush green on the mountain. I also like making the dusk of my life. By this time, all the stories have been formed, but the ending has not yet arrived. I smiled and looked back again, looking for a wandering and sad heart. Actually, all I want is that moment. I never asked you to give me your life. If I can meet you on the hillside full of gardenias, if I can love you deeply once and then leave you, then a long life is just a reward. At first, that brief moment puzzled me. Did I really fall in love with you? Don't I love the youth that is gone forever, the flower that withered before it opened, the painting that was abandoned before it was finished, the summer that was so hasty, and the casual parting? Am I really in love with you? Otherwise, how could I fall in love with such unbearable youth? My belief is that the essence of love is as simple and warm as life. I believe that all light and shadow are reflected and in harmony. I believe that the flowers full of trees only come from a seed in the ice and snow. I believe that 300 poems repeatedly tell only one sentence, which I couldn't say when I was young. I believe that God has arranged everything. I also believe that if you are willing to trace back to that distant and humble source with me, we will finally understand each other and have no regrets.