The Mid-Autumn Festival is the saddest to miss the poems of old friends.

The saddest poem about missing an old friend in the Mid-Autumn Festival is this:

1, I am worried about the bright moon, and I will follow you until Yelangxi.

2. The hometown has a long way to go east, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell are not dry. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.

3. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.

5, the moonlight is deeper than half a household, and the Beidou is oblique. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

The boys in the village saw me, but they didn't recognize me. He smiled and asked me where the guest was from.

7. There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng in the atrium. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

It's been a year since we met and parted in the flowers.

9. Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.

10, I can finally send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.

1 1, the child asked with his hand, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?