The first modern poem of missing: missing like a flower night
Such as fertile black soil
miss
Bloom for you
Lying in the middle of the night
Flowering around
It's beautiful.
full tear
Drive in rows and columns.
Missing in Modern Poetry: Missing through the Four Seasons
Missed stops in autumn.
Lonely eyes
When looking at the red maple.
These geese are flying far away.
The sun shone on the twigs.
Frost was moved to tears.
Facing the white clouds in the distance
There is a flute deep in the mountain.
Long ring
Shangguli
The ground is littered with fallen leaves.
Red, yellow
The wind is crying.
I sat at the foot of the mountain.
It's a little too late to see the time.
ramparts of metals and a moat of boiling water―impregnable city
My log cabin
The modern poem "Missing Three: Missing in Autumn" has blossomed again.
Can you find everything that has passed away in the yellow flowers?
Do you still feel it?
It's so sad not to put chrysanthemums in your temples.
Autumn wind rises and flowers fall.
The falling yellow flowers took my thoughts away.
Missing is silent, but it has turned against my dry Kun.
All my troubles are buried at the dim end of the moon and stars.
The song I sang softly at midnight
But you're gently talking to
Away from people's hearts
The sorrow of this life is already in my heart.
The modern poem of missing four: the faint missing seems familiar,
A greeting moistens the heart;
The breeze and the bright moon have no common thoughts,
Slightly concerned about the drunken days.
A string thousands of miles away,
Two people are playing in the mountains and running water;
Although there are few intimate friends in the world,
The spring breeze melts the rain and passes through the mountains.
Missing five modern poems: Missing is missing!
Draw the outline of your bright smiling face
Let me indulge in the happiness of getting along.
It's the wind
Send your message gently.
Let my heart protect you with the wind.
It's night!
Describe a story about you.
Makes my heart as anxious as a group of Ma Benteng people.