Look up the poem "Missing"

I don't remember what good poems I missed in high school, but I remember Zheng Chouyu's Wrong. I walked across the south of the Yangtze River.

The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.

If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Like a bluestone street facing the night.

Without sound, the spring in March will not be revealed.

Your heart is a small closed window.

My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.

I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...