The morning bell broke the warmth of the past countless times.
Years sweep away youth,
Homesickness can't hold the sunset.
Fold a pear flower with rain,
Pick up the joys and sorrows of a year,
Put it in that old vase,
Do you remember that engraved oath?
Staring at each other every day,
Even with tears and blood,
I didn't expect to come back to life,
Until it is dried by body temperature and breathing.
In the face of withering,
Endless sadness,
At least it's not a dream!
Since I can't face it,
Chat to pin your thoughts.
I wanted to see you, but I didn't see you again.
The morning bell broke the warmth of the past countless times.
Years sweep away youth,
Homesickness can't hold the sunset.
Fold a pear flower with rain,
Pick up the joys and sorrows of a year,
Put it in that old vase,
Do you remember that engraved oath?
Staring at each other every day,
Even with tears and blood,
I didn't expect to come back to life,
Until it is dried by body temperature and breathing.
In the face of withering,
Endless sadness,
At least it's not a dream!
Since I can't face it,
Chat to pin your thoughts.
Modern Poetry about Missing 2 Tonight, the moon is still there.
It's a little cold.
Living in a foreign land is an emotion.
Often for no reason.
Vines have been entangled for a long time.
Plain years sow hope.
You are a tree, a cloud and a blue sky.
You are the sea, the sea breeze and a mirage.
How many days, thinking about you, some regrets.
Love is hard, but the sky is hard to decide.
During the day, shut yourself in your room.
Turn off your cell phone and enjoy your loneliness.
Switch TV channels silently.
Mixed shooting, no trace of wind.
How many years, accustomed to your distance.
Yours Nice excuse.
As round as the moon in the sky.
That vine, very stubborn, sticks out from the gap.
Crazy spread, straight into the sky
Try to preserve some scenery.
Silence at this time and loneliness during the day
As cruel and suffocating.
In the yard next door.
Laughter and the sweetness of moon cakes floated over.
Black knife, stab into my heart.
Moon cakes in front of us
Broken, painful escape
With tears in my eyes, in the uninhabited wilderness
Cry and accuse