How many poems about missing?

In the dream of "missing relatives", the memory of the front door is the memory of the back door, which is the brightest window in the room. Whether you sit or stand by the window, whether you look up or down at the window, you are thinking of the person you love. I am singing the songs of the old year in the new year, hoping that the notes can introduce that ray of sunshine to warm every wall at home and make several cups of fragrant tea. Relatives waiting for their return from afar tell stories around the fire this winter. Some people are always worried that the good times will pass too quickly. In a hurry, they will quietly pull away from an unknown angle, and then the new songs will get older and older. There are tears in my eyes. I like the snow that falls on the windowsill at night. The doorbell rang so loudly that relatives pushed the door and a gust of wind pushed in. The fire grew stronger, turned my CD upside down and drank all my wine. Who else kissed my forehead? So, my heart happily sang "Missing distant relatives". The chrysanthemums in autumn bloom as brightly as the stars in June. Tonight, I stand quietly and return with colorful memories. What kind of dusk is this? You stubbornly left without saying goodbye, leaving behind endless thoughts, but sending away my laughter, the song of trauma in the rain and the bright moon in the distance. I sincerely wish you that the outside world is beautiful and sincere and considerate. I know where you once returned the boat full of touching stories to yesterday's stream, quietly and gently picked up a fallen leaf, remembered the past, read the poem of missing you obsessively, and finally I cried.