The season of parting: a modern poem

Modern poetry, also known as "vernacular poetry", can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty, which is a kind of poetry. Compared with classical poetry, although they are all written for feeling things, they are generally informal in format and rhythm. The following is a modern poem about "the season of parting" that I compiled. Welcome to reading.

The season of parting soon.

On this day, you should pack your bags.

On this day, we will sail and sail.

On this day, I want to watch you go.

This day is coming.

The season of parting

Can you stop being sad?

Nobody wants to be a middleman in this game.

I thought you would leave quietly.

But I still can't comfort myself.

I said that if we meet for a long time, we will meet again.

I said I would let you accompany me for the rest of my life.

How many habits will you change?

How many changes should we adapt to?

How many dreams are worth chasing?

How many chases are drifting away with dreams.

How many times have I turned around and you sat next to me?

I don't know how long it will take to get familiar with this change.

How many times have I said I graduated?

Caring for each other, silent, uncontrollable sadness

I cried, laughed, dreamed and said I was sorry.

I love and hate being drunk and saying I'm sorry.

We gathered together and cried, and all that remained was goodbye.

I smile with sadness.

Your back takes away your eyes.

You have disappeared from the crowd.

I will never see your back again.

Wave your hand and you run away.

Wave and you rush.

Wave, I stare alone.

Wave and I'll be like you.

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It's time to meet and fall in love.

Everything is so natural.

Walk through the snow

Heaven and earth are endless.

Yes,

It's just a series of footprints behind me.

The north wind seems to be crying and calling.

The lonely pine tree is moaning.

Follow the north wind

Follow the direction where the footprints extend

I am destined to leave today.

You're gone

Is this predestined?

My roar, my prayer

But I still can't keep my feet.

This can be read silently.

Watching your back fade away.

I always have too many things to give up.

There are too many farewells.

I want to tell you

But I can't say.

Parting day

Parting,

The day of parting,

I am far away,

Between heaven and earth,

Call your name.

You in the distance,

Did you hear that,

My inner call.

How many dreams,

How many times in the storm,

How many wanderings,

How many times of enthusiasm!

How many passionate songs.

Wandering me,

Still so persistent,

So enthusiastic, so unforgettable.

Unforgettable

On the day of parting,

Sad days,

Lonely days,

Like a profound picture.

While waiting,

Shining with affection.

In deep affection,

With a heart connection,

And sincere entrustment.

Walking on the road of wandering,

I'm drifting,

Counting those years,

Look at the sky of the years.

In my heart,

It's the missing heart that keeps cutting!