Classic poems about missing someone include:
1. The bonus fades easily like a man’s will, and the endless water flows like sorrow. ——Liu Yuxi's "Two of Four Bamboo Branch Poems"
2. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. ——Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell"
3. Sitting high in the Mingyue Tower and leaning alone, the wine fills my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe"
4. Asking what love is in the world, you can tell us about life and death. ——Yuan Haowen's "One of Two Songs for Moyu'er"
5. Don't come to the half-year-old music book. One inch is separated from the intestines and there are thousands of knots. ——Wei Zhuang's "Ying Tianchang"
6. I miss you all day long, and I am exhausted for you, and there are hundreds of flowers. ——Wen Tingyun's "Two of the Four Songs of Nan Gezi"
7. Overlapping tear marks and brocade characters, the only thing in life is love that is hard to die. ——Wen Tingshi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
8. Wei Jiang will keep his eyes open all night long, and repay the kindness that he has never raised his eyebrows in his life. ——Yuan Ji's "Three Songs of Sorrow and Feeling"
9. One is the fairy flower of Langyuan, and the other is the flawless jade. If you say there is no romance, you will meet him again in this life; if you say there is a romance, you will end up talking nonsense. ——Cao Xueqin's "Wang Ningmei"
10. If there is a close friend who appreciates it, he will sing Yangchun without hesitation. ——Yan Shu's "Mountain Pavilion Willow·Gift to the Singer"
11. When I say goodbye, I send my words again diligently. In the words, I vow to know each other. ——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
12. I will see this beloved man today and on any night. ——Anonymous "The Book of Songs·Tang Feng·Mao"
13. With tearful eyes, I asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. ——Ouyang Xiu's "One of Two Poems about Butterfly Love Flower"
14. After a night of lovesickness, plum blossoms bloomed, and suddenly he came to the window and suspected that it was you.
——Lu Tong's "Thinking"