Modern poetry of missing.

Missing is a poem. From ancient times to the present, missing is melodious smoke, drifting in the direction of missing. The following is a missing modern poem I shared. Let's have a look.

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.