Modern Poetry of Missing 1 Bitter Coffee of Missing
Remember that full moon night?
Lonely you and me
Run into each other in a coffee shop
Sit at the table by the window.
Appreciate this full moon
We smiled at each other.
Why do families get together by themselves?
Maybe he is a stranger in another country.
So you and I made an appointment to come to this coffee shop tomorrow.
Drinking this bitter and sweet coffee every day.
Time passed day by day.
I can't remember the date.
This table is no longer where you and I look at each other.
But I still kept this habit.
Sitting alone at this table
Drinking bitter coffee alone
Looking at the moon outside the window alone.
The moon is full of rain and shine, and people have joys and sorrows.
At this time, the moon is no longer round and people are incomplete.
But the habit is still there, and the memory is still there.
Coffee is still bitter.
But missing is sweet.
I am still drinking this bitter and sweet coffee.
Missing modern poetry II. You are the heartstring of my missing.
A long time ago,
you
Appear in my dreams.
The moment we met,
Light up the heart,
The flame of love!
Miss,
That's it,
Bitter flow
The wind of the years,
Put the memory,
Drying in air,
The distant sky.
Seasonal rainfall,
Let each other's hearts,
Suffer in the mud ...
In life,
Looking forward to waiting,
Destiny takes a hand,
This is an illusion.
however
Can't be brushed away,
A lingering thought.
In my heart,
Struggling,
Helpless suffering.
Clouds on the horizon,
Dress up for me,
A lifetime of loneliness!
Tonight,
My tears are like rain.
Full of venting,
A swamp ...
Missing in Modern Poetry 3 When I miss my mother.
I burst into tears when I wrote this topic.
I'm afraid this "if" has become a reality.
I'm afraid there is no spring, summer, autumn and winter in my world.
No light
No memory.
Because, mom, you are still young.
I haven't kissed my grandson yet
I haven't worn reading glasses yet.
I haven't sat in a rocking chair yet
Because, dad is used to your cooking.
Brother's eyes are on you.
Feet are on you.
Ah, mom, if you leave.
The world will sleep.
Baiyun will sleep, too
Because they are tired of walking with you.
Ah, mom, if you leave.
The grass in the yard will wither.
The rabbit in the cage will be hungry.
Because none of them are loved.
Wake up from a dream at night.
Dial mom's phone.
busy signal/tone
By this time, you have fallen asleep.
But, mom, if you leave,
Is there a telephone in heaven? Really?
Missing modern poetry 4 Missing is a shadowless wind.
Or a quiet maple bridge.
A long rainy lane
Still a gurgling stream.
A damp smell
Love is broken by friction.
Mottled memory
A wonderful meeting
A fluent poem
Love is forgotten.
After leaving the blank of the past.
An elegant turn
Chorus of fog and rain
be filled with regrets
Vujacic dusk and rainy tears
Filter with nib
Looking back faintly, my heart and intestines are broken.
Plumes of smoke
Continuous poem
In the arms of excitement and surging.
Let Jiangnan's dreams be fragrant.
Acacia youyou
Crazy love
In the bustling scenery of drunken dreams.
Let the love in Jiangnan be beautiful and melodious.
Maple bridge that lasts for thousands of years
There is more than one way to connect dreams.
Missing is a shadowless wind.
Facing the wind direction
Missing in Modern Poetry 5 Memory and Missing
Summer has gone, autumn wind has started,
Take away the colorful past,
Blow away sad thoughts.
Have an experience full of joys and sorrows;
There are relationships, including love and hate;
There was a period of life that experienced twists and turns.
Maybe,
That's in the past,
This is an era of no return and an eternal memory.
Everything that has long been lost in the ocean of suffering,
All this will only increase the pain.
Endless memories, unforgettable past,
Outline your inner thoughts.
How much unbearable peace,
How many sleepless nights,
How many boring daze.
I have your figure in my mind.
Wandering, the memory is as new.
Memories are the minutes when you and I get together.
In my memory, it was you and me.
In my memory, it is the ups and downs that you and I experienced.
Recalling your happiness and mine,
You walk with my memory,
Recall your joys and sorrows.
therefore
I have a bitter yearning in my memory.
Because of this desire,
I have endless melancholy;
Because of this desire,
I have insomnia countless times;
Because of this desire,
I have endless pain.
Let the autumn wind take my thoughts away.
Let the years fade away all the memories.
The wind is blowing and the clouds are gone.
Everything is gone.
Missing modern poetry 6 faint thoughts.
It's raining,
My world is shrouded in rain.
Time seems to have returned to that year.
That plum blossom season.
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Stupid memory
Always like to stay quietly in front of the window,
Looking at the birds and flowers outside the window,
Looking at the children playing outside the window,
And unconsciously recalled the past golden years,
Thinking about thinking, and finally just smirking.
……
I really want to run along the path on rainy days.
Let the rain hit you hard,
Drive away the pain in my heart,
Let running release heartbreaking pain.
But, what's the use?
Raindrops hit the body, but what about the pain in my heart?
……
That year, our days together were full of laughter.
Now, just that sigh,
What the years have left is just an indelible memory.
……
The Missing Modern Poetry 7 was drunk and disappeared last night.
The moon is hazy.
Hang that quiet bend in front of the window.
-
The snow has been slow to fall.
Quietly covered up the thoughts of mumbling.
A Quiet Heart
Invite a glass of red wine to sleep.
-
Snow is warm and humid.
Drift into my heart
Like mother's rough hands.
Soften me gently
-
Si Nuo likes red wine.
That whisper.
Like mom's sweet nagging
Around the ear
-
Through the glass of red wine swaying in the snow
I smell the yard that was once covered with snow.
-
I tasted the bowl made by my mother.
My favorite sour soup noodles ...
-
In the morning, the red wine is getting weaker and weaker.
That lingering warmth
Drift away bit by bit with the rotation of snowflakes.
-
How I wish I could write this glass of red wine soaked in snow.
I got drunk and didn't wake up this night.
How I wish the train could slow down at this station this year. ...
-
Put a holy hand in the distant mountains.
Take a touch of Hada and gently pull the birch tree.
-
The swan goose that landed on the eaves.
Wet my eyelashes.
-
Drink red wine and go back to your hometown.
Continuous heart
-
Let me pick it up
Hexagonal petals scattered on the pillow
I picked up a drunk lady last night. ...
Missing of Modern Poetry 8 Missing of April
We met him under the begonia.
Premier Zhou.
Read softly and whisper.
As if, it is back to that stormy era.
Side by side with him, hand in hand with him.
Perhaps, a little hard, perhaps, a little tired of complaining.
But we are still standing, standing.
Open your lips gently and recite his hardships and his tempering.
Sweat, praise his glory and glory.
Words are always so powerful and rich in connotation.
Show us his infinite elegance.
White clothes and candlelight shine, illuminating our youthful faces.
Tea is good at dancing, and lotus is born step by step, dancing out our glorious years.
Premier Zhou, where the hell are you?
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, it is like a shadow.
His character has been told for thousands of years, and his spirit has been passed down from generation to generation.
HongLing floating in the right wrist, vows as heavy as a mountain.
The lights went out and the play was over, as if it had been ten thousand years.
Under the stage, applause thundered.
Smile is passed on everyone's face.
I seem to see his smile, too.
Under the begonia, it is so warm and bright.
I know our ideas have been conveyed.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.
A pot of turbid wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight.
He shines on China like a red sun, and I am a sunrise.
I am the sunrise, following the Prime Minister and shining in the East!
Missing of Modern Poetry 9 Missing of Heaven
Dead grave soil, as relatives;
Wandering through the ages is the most hurtful thing.
Qingming, forever Qingming,
The people of China will always remember this day,
Because this day is entrusted with our infinite thoughts for our loved ones.
The sky is gloomy,
The turbulent climate seems to remind people of something,
Tomb-Sweeping Day is here again.
On the same day, Tomb-Sweeping Day,
Different things are different.
Then, put away my tears,
Into a liquid hydrogen fuel that dreams of flying,
Comfort the souls of their loved ones.
Father, are you okay in heaven?
Are you still thinking about your relatives in the world?
Are you still using all your abilities to protect me?
Dear father, you have been away from us for another year.
But your voice and smile are still in my heart,
I will never forget coquetry in your warm arms,
When I'm alone with you,
I will never forget your meticulous care and love for me!
This is the pain of a son who wants to be filial and not kiss.
A son should be filial, and his relatives are away.
When my father was near us,
When we are far away from him and can be filial,
My father is gone.
Day and night, I went to my so-called future,
Weave your own beautiful cage,
In this interesting world, interesting and busy,
The most precious feeling in the world,
Put it in the corner and discard it quietly.
He cried alone,
Silently chilling, without a complaint.
Until one day, my father left,
Start a hasty memory, a painful confession,
Leaning over his father's grave,
Pain is on a pile of loess.
When paper money is burned to ashes,
When the wind blows it into a flying black butterfly,
Our deepest wishes,
Fly to the paradise where my father lives.
The disappearance of modern poetry 10 dusty disappearance
The footsteps of autumn are getting heavier and heavier.
The cold in the morning and evening gradually becomes clear.
Sitting by the window, I can't hear the cicadas chirping in summer.
There is only one bend of Leng Yue swaying.
A few lonely stars twinkled.
The night wind passes through the thin body.
Come into my heart with melancholy.
Shake off dusty thoughts in trembling.
Scenes of anxiety welled up in my chest.
Climb desperately to the window
Disappear into the night
The soul of the moon swims in the water.
My heart is late at night
Pursue aimlessly
Tear open the heart
Acacia petals one after another.
Blowing in the wind
Where are you wandering tonight?
Rhymed tears
Can you drown your city?
The leaves outside the window trembled with the wind.
It collapsed.
Alienate in the moonlight
My mind can't find a foothold.
Wandering around the window
You look like a nigger.
Broke into my world
With colorful dreams
Living in my sentimental poems
You upset the rhythm of poetry.
Run with your heart.
Let me dream.
Give a silvery laugh.
Suddenly you disappeared.
Leave me silently.
Afraid of the dark, I stand at a lonely intersection.
Get lost, at a loss
This dream broke the darkness everywhere.
Can't smell any fragrance.
Duxincheng
Your overlapping numbers
Pulling acacia vines from time to time.
Afraid of the dark, but only when I am lonely.
Open the door of memory
Let miss find you in the dark.
Loneliness is the call of sound.
I miss you at night.
Too long
Modern Poetry of Missing 1 1 Love spreads in missing.
Lonely night
Young ladies swarmed in.
Sitting in front of the computer, I can't see anything.
Think about what you are doing at the moment.
Do you miss me as much as I miss you?
Think back to seeing you in the corridor.
But he pretended not to care on his face.
Feel your breath carefully when passing by.
So I can't help looking back at your back.
I remember we went for an outing by the river at the weekend.
Our meeting on a cold winter night.
On the bluestone road in the ancient city of Fenghuang, we left the footprints of our love.
We quietly held hands on the Tuojiang River rock jump.
Recall a joke you didn't mean to tell.
It can also make me feel depressed in an instant, even my eyes are hazy.
When I recall injustice, I cry on your chest.
No disguise, no scruples
Take comfort from your arms
Think back to the interesting story you told me about your childhood.
I smiled.
That once naughty man made me feel sorry for him.
Imagine you are waiting for me quietly by the computer now.
Read the news I gave you happily.
Imagine that you and I are soul mates.
Share each other's happiness at any time.
When you are here, I only have eyes for you.
When you are away, everything has your memory.
Lonely night
Love spreads in thought.
Missing Modern Poetry 12 Missing June
It's June again, full of maturity.
Last year's petals haven't fallen.
The ears of wheat have been reluctant to separate from the straw.
Kiss sb goodbye
This used to be a season of longing and throbbing.
Longing for butterflies, white clouds and flowers
Apricots blossom into green fruits.
But in the age of precocity
Shake it gently
Memory assumed a stubborn posture.
Refuse to yield
It's like a bubble that can't be pressed on the water.
break
Rising one after another.
Whispering on the banks of the Yellow River
Printed with ups and downs.
Chan Ming flue-cured tobacco green willow green board
And forest trails.
Wulan Tuoya's singing has gone through the tunnel of years.
Finally, melodious.
The smile on your lips
This is a rainy season.
Even if the sun is warm, it is full of bitterness.
At the fork in the road of life
We waved goodbye.
I wonder if the next stop is free.
Our Cambridge
In this June, we got to know ourselves.
Modern Poetry of Missing 13 Missing will not stop.
The autumn wind gently blows the willows on the roadside.
Rain, beating the buttonwood outside the window.
The desolate silence is just the sound of rain.
inch by inch
This little bit is beating my sadness.
Sad parting seems to be still in sight.
I haven't wiped my tears for years.
There is no parting or crying in the dream.
Only happy reunion.
Play with innocent people
In the dead of night
Tears awakened me.
Dream reunion, innocent smiling face.
Wake up and miss more.
The pain of missing me makes me fragmented.
Not this autumn wind
Not this autumn rain
Is this an ancient lonely heart?
I am a father.
But how also can't hear the child crying.
Outside the window, the autumn rain is still continuous.
I want to cry when I hear the rain.
Because it makes my mind more painful.
Remember the day my mother and I went to see you?
Every time I see the handwriting left by my parents in front of you.
Children, parents love you forever.
How much we want to hold you in our arms again.
Call your name and enjoy your family.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, windy and rainy.
How are you doing?
Miss you once, cry once.
Crying and rain are intertwined.
Gently disappear in this misty fog.
Miss will not stop, tears will always miss.
Cry in the dark
Overlooking the window
The night is deep.
With the stars and the moon-loneliness remains.
I spread my thoughts into the distance.
Dare to ask the breeze
When can I miss this?
Send it to you
After all, you need to understand
The shimmer of the stars and the moon
Unable to break through the confusion of the night
Just like I miss you—
Can't break through each other's hearts
Missing is always wandering.
Fly on the edge of you and me
Messy or broken.
People always have to learn-understand.
Even if you can't get it.
Perhaps the best.
You still have life.
Even the slightest entanglement
I'm satisfied-
Find such a sad and thoughtful night
Cry with satisfaction
can't forget it
Say I don't know you, but I remember your face, face and tears.
Say I won't help you, but I'd rather suffer by myself and help you solve the problem.
I said I wouldn't let you, but I swallowed it and buried it in my stomach.
Say you don't like you, but meditate and remember happily alone.
Say I don't miss you, but write down when to get together.
Say I don't love you, but I always want to gain weight. You won't be wanted again.
I said I didn't want you, but the thick cowhide lingered.
although
Fade down words
Thin memory
I won't forget.
love you
Say forget you, but always remember the past.
although
Nature of injury
I woke up in pain.
I won't forget.
How fake is how enthusiastic.
Missing Modern Poetry 14 "Holding Tea and Looking Back at the Moon"
Save a cavity full of affection and borrow the beauty of moonlight.
Let go of the impassioned mood.
Pale yellow moonlight shone in the atrium.
Uneasy with grief
Think of that year, the moonlight in my hometown.
Small bridges and flowing water pass by people's doors.
The running water is shining with golden light.
The night wind clings to the water and creeps in quietly.
Wrapped me in layers.
The wet water permeated the whole body.
The teacup in your hand began to swing.
The night wind and running water are singing and dancing.
I forgot that I still have warmth in my hand.
The moonlight took me back to my hometown.
Heart, went to the north.
Missing modern poetry 15 is a memory and a miss.
Life is hard to make others laugh,
Intoxicated,
Looking back and smiling,
Beautiful for a while,
This life is unforgettable,
That day,
The wind is light,
Very light,
The clouds are light,
Very light,
We hung out there,
confused
You gave me the happiest relationship,
You also broke my love for you,
Flowers bloom and fall,
I've missed it,
Who are the tears for?
With white hair,
Who are you heartbroken for,
The old man has passed away,
A relationship,
Memories of a lifetime,
A bleak scene was staged alone,
Two people stood there stupidly,
ramble
When did I meet you,
now
People have dispersed,
Drunk,
Hurt the heart
No more childish promises.
The endless thoughts buried in my heart can't be told,
I miss you,
It can't be sent to your heart after all,
So,
Now I choose silence,
When I haven't missed you.
Reality,
I gave up,
A memory,
A piece of missing,
Broke several people's hearts,
I decided to forget you,
Let you walk out of my heart,
And I,
Will slowly get out of this relationship,
Back to my world,
All this,
Complaining about that love,
That memory,
Now that I've given up,
And then everything went back to the beginning,
Go back in time,
Is it us or two ignorant teenagers,
The promise of this life,
His heart is cold,
I used to remember,
Whose dreams are intertwined,
Now I'm awake,
You left,
Who should I smile for?