When I miss you, poem 1: When I miss you.
Author: Su Nian _ Flowers bloom and fall
A leaf has withered.
a season
When I think of you,
A pair of tearful eyes, I forgot to wear them.
Wangyi emptiness
When I miss you.
When I miss you, poem 2: When I miss you.
When I think of you
I am quiet.
Memories of thoughts
Tie me up and put me under house arrest
A pair of eyes are eager.
The familiar figure saved me.
When I think of you
I am impulsive.
I'm restless
I've packed my bags.
Are you ready for an adventure?
Meet you in the story
Continue to write the missing chapters
When I think of you
I'm lonely.
An empty mind
Trapped in the moonlight
And falling petals
Bright words come one after another.
I carefully selected it.
On a drizzly night
A poem from the water
Be salvaged
When I miss you, poem 3: When I miss you
Author: American Airlines
When I think of you
Put a paper full of ideas
Rub, rub.
Knead it into a small one.
spitball
Never give up.
Hold it tightly.
In the palm of your hand
When I think of you
Put a paper full of ideas
Fold and fold.
Fold into small ones
Balkos de Paper
river water
Flowing quietly.
The boat will go down the river.
Your door
When I think of you
Put a paper full of ideas
Sticky, sticky.
Glue into a beautiful one.
kite
I left a message for a long time.
So she can ride the wind.
heaven
Do you see it? Do you see it?
It dances in the white clouds.
Dance or trip lightly and nimbly.
When I think of you
I draw you on paper with my thoughts.
Handsome face
Stick it on the wall opposite the bedside.
Watch every day
open one's eyes
This is your face.
Close your eyes.
This is your face.
When I miss you, poem 4: When I miss you.
Author: Once love was on the left.
That familiar intersection
Your affectionate eyes
How many unknown feelings have been injected into my heart.
Last night's wind
Gently brush the branches of green willows
I just understand.
Fallen leaves and trees are also trying to keep them.
You left in a hurry.
Willow branches gently nod to you.
There, the intersection of lovesickness
Wandering and waiting in confusion
The past has opened the lock of pain.
In the dead of night
What is this?
Moistened my eyes