Poetry about waiting 1 If this is the only way to miss, please give me hope, ok?
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The night is too cold.
Whose idea?
Entanglement with moonlight
extinguish
The first look.
Long black
Peel the grass out of the window.
Spread, heartache
I have no money to clean up.
A room full of cold.
wait for
Peach blossoms are in full bloom.
Much like, in my words.
Sow love
Smile, look at you.
Tears, no hate.
Yiren, the flower of March
In the end, you
Silently, dimly
A thin, lovesick swallow
Away from, spring
Who said anything about hope?
Rain, loneliness from the north
Shallow talk
The lake is sparkling.
Touching is the butterfly I believe.
Dance with hope
I am at the end of the cherry blossoms.
waiting for your arrival
Become the lightest wind
Window of disappearance
Full of dust
Layer by layer, cover
My naked pain
That person (especially a woman)
I don't miss you, that's good.
How nice! I don't write poetry anymore.
Poetry 2 is about waiting to know that you don't like me.
But you have to wait stupidly.
Just don't admit the truth.
In fact, sometimes, there are some small touches in my heart.
Isn't it, waiting for an infinite extension?
Understand that you and I are not from the same world.
I use my soul at the end of the world
Kiss your forehead
You look up at the blue sky at the edge of the world.
For this kiss
Willing to give everything.
We are parallel lines that will not intersect.
We are very close.
Only 0. 0000 1 mm
But we don't coincide after all.
There is a gap between us.
We are parallel lines.
Never see each other again.
Even so.
Poem 3 on Waiting is the hope in my heart and the kindness I dream of.
People live in waiting, and life is full of all kinds of waiting.
Waiting for the joy of growing up as a child;
Waiting for maturity and freedom after growing up;
Waiting for mature romantic love;
Waiting for a warm home after marriage.
In this big family of life:
The man's waiting is a beautiful accident;
A woman's waiting is a bright red confession;
The teacher's waiting is the pride of students;
Workers' waiting is the acquisition of ability;
Farmers' waiting is the richness of fruits;
The soldier's waiting is a symbol of peace.
Waiting gives people a kind of expectation, comfort and enterprise;
Waiting, like a perfect sweet dream, gives a romantic and warm aftertaste.
A short wait is a kind of anxiety;
The long wait is a kind of torture;
Waiting every day is a prayer;
Waiting in vain is a kind of harm.
Waiting can be said to be a beautiful helplessness.
Sometimes, waiting for another story is often the most tempting waiting;
Waiting can turn people into a gurgling stream, a surging river and a vast sea.
If you are a child, don't forget your parents' waiting;
If you are a parent, don't forget the child's waiting.
We should be the most qualified people in life for these spiritual waiting.
Spring breeze is a waiting glacier;
Harvest is the waiting of autumn;
Sunshine is the waiting of all things;
The field is green, waiting.
Waiting, sometimes like maturity, is an emotion.
Each of us is waiting all the time, but what we care most about is the expectation of success!
Poetry 4 about waiting. I hope I am your summer.
When summer flies!
I'm still the music in your ear,
When nightingales and orioles are exhausted.
Bloom for you, escape from the cemetery,
Let my flowers bloom in rows!
Please take me off, Qiu Peony-
Your flowers-yours forever!
Poetry 5 about waiting: Who is waiting on the mountain?
Waiting for the sun, the moon and the stars
Who promised to come back?
But it took a long time.
Her hair is shorter than she thought.
A seed flies across the desert in search of spring.
The wind blowing in the dream is very comfortable
Wipe away two lines of tears
The lost sheep fell asleep with a song on her pillow.
Can the flute blow thousands of miles away?
A tear turned into the sea.
Who is guarding this loneliness?
Entrust a migratory bird
Bring back a wedding invitation next year
Snow that is about to fall
Can you confirm the time?
A cloud turned into his face.
Is anyone passing by?
Speaking of a stone statue
Waiting is a kind of mourning.
Are there any trees to witness?
It's all over like a cloud
Poem 6 on Waiting,
Waiting for the lark to return,
Waiting for her to compete with me,
Waiting for her to play with me,
Waiting for her to confess to me!
Wait,
Waiting for the arrival of the child,
Waiting for their hugs,
Waiting for their smiling faces,
Waiting for their happy heart!
Wait,
Waiting for the arrival of summer,
Waiting for my cool wind,
Waiting for my beloved ice cream,
Waiting for the "warmth" that summer gives me!
Wait,
Waiting for the arrival of the teacher,
Waiting for the knowledge she gave me,
Waiting for the laughter she gave me,
Waiting for the teacher to give me that unquestionable love!
Poetry about waiting for the seven lights in the bamboo forest,
Been to my desert,
Golden country,
Floating in the air constantly,
There is a mystery,
Gray whirlpools,
Let me get involved,
In the fog,
Unclear hands,
Guide me not to be lonely in the dark,
After a thousand years of grief,
You wait for me at the finish line,
Here comes a flower,
Who passed by' tenderness,
After thousands of years of pain,
Just for one result,
The outline you left behind,
Is the most beautiful touch,
It's worthwhile,
In a lifetime,
Waiting.
Poem 8 on Waiting Time flies
Who buried my face?
Hit one more side.
Images that appear in dreams.
Memory inversion
You and I not long ago
Between breakups
Leave tears and goodbye
Once performed the classic of love together.
Now there's only my picture left.
We love each other sweetly.
But you can't be attached for life.
whether or not
Do you understand?
I will wait in the same place all my life.
Poetry about Waiting 9 Paper airplanes fly across the sky.
The guardian star of ferris wheel
The flower sea in the flower field
Still there
There are no more people who can work.
Looking up at the Starry Sky
Just for peace.
My heart is like a dead sea.
The waves are no longer open.
The brilliant light turned into regret.
How bleak youth is.
I taste a person's loneliness
Tears are no longer tears.
Repeat life day after day.
Waiting day after day
Waiting for me to fly
Waiting has become impatient.
Poetry about waiting 10 The wind wants to leave.
But you must decorate its funeral with a red leaf.
Let endless tears beat it.
But he refused to hide it.
Your waves
Is to take away what we used to be beautiful.
What's left is an accidental bud.
The shadow of dusk
The more haggard you get in the sunset.
The sadness of parting rolled in the waves.
Become stronger and stronger
Let the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds roll and the clouds are comfortable.
In each injection,
Record each other's good memories
When you forget the green of the grass.
Continue writing in the hand-in-hand flower season
The secret left behind
Poetry about waiting 1 1 I have been waiting for that beautiful myth.
I hope it will come true.
Let her stand in front of me
Then I'll hold her tight
Never let go
She is epiphyllum.
That quiet summer night
Flowers bloom and fall before my eyes.
gone with the wind
No pursuit.
What's left for me is
A short memory
And endless ideas
She is a meteor.
That quiet summer night
Pass in front of my eyes
soar up to the sky
No pursuit.
What's left for me is
Memories of meteors passing by
Endless gaze
Epiphyllum meteor
okay
But it's too short.
Miss and stare
painful
But it's endless
in short
I haven't said it yet
She has left me.
Drift away gently
A favor
How long will you hide?
Until my head turns white
one person
How long will it take?
Ten thousand years may not be enough.
I have been waiting for that beautiful myth.
I hope it will come true.
Let her stand in front of me
Then I'll hold her tight
Never let go
Poetry about waiting 12 Senior three is a very tired dream.
We are all like thorns.
Stand at a predictable starting point
Run to an unknown destination
Only the college entrance examination
It's time to end it.
More than ten years for those days.
You can complain.
You can curse
Teather ao said:
If I have a life span of 1000 years,
I want to sleep for 300 years!
I think the college entrance examination is over.
I want to sleep for a month!
Poetry about waiting 13 Who is burdened with a tired body?
Add color to a quiet night.
The light of the stars is in the river.
Flashforward wrinkle
late night
The pace of returning to people
It also seems sloppy and helpless.
faraway place
With a thin mist.
The lights at home are always messy.
Enrich one's emotions
A bustling city and a sea of strangers.
How to decide my future?
Because of dreams.
In this era of struggle
Who else is willing to wait?
Poetry about waiting 14 I have grown up.
Just for you.
Cut me, my acacia.
I need your attention.
I grow into a flower.
Just for you.
Interrupt me, my lily.
I don't know whether it is in bud or has grown into a flower.
I'm Bi Bo Hony.
And for you.
Drink me, refined crystal.
Everyone is jealous that my water is so clear.
I have grown wings.
And for you.
Chase me, I am a moth.
Fly around your passion.
I am willing to suffer for you.
Your love hurts me and makes me sweet!
Axes and hunting nets also make me happy.
Scissors and thirst also make me like it!
Give one's all
Dedicated to you, my love.
This blood condenses into a bright red scar.
No button can compare with it, and what jewelry can compare with it?
I pinned seven bone spurs in my hair.
Not crystal hair clips.
My ears
Replace agate earrings with red-hot fireballs.
Watching me suffer so much,
you are laughing
You'll be in pain,
Then you are no longer my sweetheart!
Poetry about Waiting 15 Waiting for Maturity
If there are clouds on your face
I will feel the end of the road
I love you to make you comfortable.
I don't want to tie you down.
Don't cry if you can understand me.
I felt sad when I did that.
Even if I can't comfort you
Please also leave a smiling face to inspire me.
I don't want to break up with you
I will leave you in my dream.
Since heaven and earth are going to stop you and me
I can only bless you deeply.
I think the four seasons are very long.
Falling in love with you may need sowing and waiting for maturity?
Love came unconsciously and left silently.
Waiting for Cang Sang, the wound is red and the snow is white. Bloody scenery, indifferent to heroes, forgetting beauty. Who knows, my bloody years, regret staying in this life. Heaven and earth cherish each other, while phoenix trees cherish each other. Looking back deeply, Tianya Jun is interested.