An ancient poem about missing classmates 1. A poem about missing classmates.
Chapter 1: You miss your classmates.
Author: wuyue Zhang Ren
Miss, in these years,
I thought of your classmate again.
Unclear train of thought
Chaos is spreading.
I remembered something in the soul pagoda.
Precious things
It's rarely important.
More or less.
There may be more.
What you never realized.
Or something forgotten.
I still want to use my verse
In different ways.
Gently, quietly, remind you
Chapter Two: Students' Love
Author: Cui Yanfeng
Students are maotai-flavor liquor,
Clear and transparent, undisturbed, elegant and decent,
The longer the time, the longer the aftertaste, the softer and mellow it is.
When we meet, the wind is surging, and the wine in the cup is fragrant and lasting.
At the moment of parting, I am reluctant to go, and the empty cup will stay fragrant for a long time.
Classmates are special friendships,
Endless words, endless old stories,
There are endless joys and endless sorrows.
Classmates are tokens,
Even if you are at the ends of the earth,
On call,
No matter how busy you are, you will find time to meet as soon as possible.
Students are cheerful songs and dances.
Even if you are not professional enough, you will enjoy it.
Not as good as David Jiang, not as good as Yang li Ping,
But there will be high and low, and the waves will get higher and higher.
This classmate is a picture of eternal youth.
Although the years are ruthless, youthful and beautiful,
But in my heart, beauty remains the same,
Even if the temples are frosty and white, there are many kinds of customs.
Looking back with a smile, the charm of that year remains the same.
My classmate is a sailboat sailing through the wind and waves.
I don't care where the destination is, no matter where the destination is,
Care about the scenery along the way, the mood of watching the scenery,
Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.
The green hills are lush, and the years are like songs with me.
Classmates are a rich spiritual wealth,
Keep the pace of youth and lay a solid foundation for your career.
Warm words exchange, soft friendship exchange,
Live happily every day, work happily every year,
Passion ripples in the heart, and true feelings are revealed.
Classmate is an unforgettable lyric song.
Make a pot of hot tea and a pot of old wine,
Listen to classic old songs and tell the true feelings of your classmates.
Late rain and Peng Ge are flying,
See each other cherish, gather and disperse.
Classmates are a kind of commitment,
In this life, we are destined to meet,
Come on, class, join us,
Raise a glass and drink, sing in unison,
Friendship forever ...
Chapter 3: Old classmates
Author: Xin Man Mo Xiang
Time is separated, like fog.
Memory is still showing the size of the desk.
Walk in the sun and ignore the silence.
A person wipes away the dust of the soul inside.
The cancer of thought gradually sinks and softens.
Harvest the pure feelings sown by young people
However, I was nailed to a dark color.
Lost the year of China.
And you are like the wind, blowing out elasticity.
Touch the light straight to the summit.
Small stones at the foot of the mountain
Jump up suddenly and disturb your breathing.
Read aloud and fly in the autumn wind.
Hold * * *
I seem to hear footsteps eager to wear my heart.
I haven't seen you for years
Some people fade, and the shadows go away.
Maybe it's like a cloud evaporating into water, close to land.
Maybe pushed to the edge of life by reality.
-Interaction with grass
A red maple, open your eyes.
Climb out of the haystack
Start dew shining on your face.
Look at the leaves with the wind and put on some autumn makeup.
Chapter four: Twenty years of classmate relationship.
Author: hidden screen
How far is the fate?
It's been twenty years in the blink of an eye.
Il resto dell'anno
Suddenly appear in the news
Once ignorant
I used to stumble.
I didn't agree before.
Now I want to be so soft.
What we walked together was the Chinese New Year.
Each of us runs around.
We went through a lot of hardships.
The passage of time
Let's meet again in a happy day.
When we don't have to worry about telling the truth
When it arrived, it disappeared with the vicissitudes of life.
We rejoice in the gift of fate.
I am glad that you, me and him are all destined for this life.
Fortunately, yesterday and today, we have no bad feelings and no secrets.
The mood is tossing and turning.
Laughter is everywhere.
I hope you and I will be at peace forever at the full moon.
2. miss the poems of old classmates
"Man Ting Fang Nostalgia" is silent on the moon, with uncertain waves and no heavy ups and downs. Flat in the past, who will take it? Years of dust are like water, and shadows fall on the shore. What's on your mind, low eyebrows, loneliness, ginseng. He Kan. You must look back, on the road of youth, like a dream. Clouds sink and rain fall, and good scenery is known. Tired of infatuation and persistence, today is, leaning on empty culvert. Come and go alone, build by laying bricks or stones becomes this hate, and the song ends.
* * * I have been studying with my classmates for a month, and there are no classmates. The girl's spring dream is as deep as water and as deep as a cloud. Jinse spends years and years, and its bright future is ruined. Where can I find beauty? If you don't spit out your true feelings, you will hate your wet front. Heart like fire, love like rain, love like gold; High mountains and flowing water, fragrant souls join hands and become bosom friends. It's hard to lose the spring flowers and the autumn moon after a few years. Even with the heart of Dan, who can sing?
-It's just that students and teenagers are in their prime.
3. What poems are there to express "nostalgia for old classmates"?
1. I hope we can meet again in the future. It is you who let friendship take root in my heart and blossom beautiful flowers. Thank you, classmates. I wish you a bright future and happiness!
2. A good friend becomes a stranger. Sometimes, some people leave without saying goodbye; Sometimes, some things can be understood without asking; Sometimes, some roads will become longer even if they are not taken. Suddenly feel like crying, inadvertently we are all growing up. In the future, we will gather less and leave more.
Do you remember the scene that we talked under the starlight that night? Talk about learning, talk about ideals and talk about the future. Even if we live far apart, I will always remember the starry sky that night.
Cherish every friendship around you, no matter whether it has passed or not, no matter whether there will be a future, you should not forget it. Classmate friendship is a seed. Cherish it, it will sprout, sprout, blossom and bear fruit in your heart. And the fragrance when it blooms will always be with you.
5. We used to enjoy beautiful flowers together; We used to fantasize about beautiful seasons together. Classmates, classmates, don't forget the days we walked together after parting. We have had calm as water, heated debates and silent competition. We cling to our shoulders, hold hands tightly, have the ideal of * * *, and make a sound of * * *. Whether you get it or lose it, everything will stay.
6. Classmate, let those sweet whispers in the past dusk be buried in your heart and turned into beautiful memories!
7. Good memories still appear in my mind, and the good times I spent with my classmates are always deeply engraved in my heart by the years!
8. Maybe you and I will never meet again, but you will always be my most concerned and proud friend!
9. Time can't put out the wine of friendship, and distance can't open the hand of missing, old classmate. Where are you now?
10. Missing, in the years.
I thought of your classmate again.
Unclear train of thought
Chaos is spreading.
I remembered something in the soul pagoda.
Precious things
It's rarely important.
More or less.
There may be more.
What you never realized.
Or something forgotten.
I still want to use my verse
In different ways.
Gently, quietly, remind you
4. Poems expressing missing classmates
Chapter 1: Miss a classmate of yours Author: Miss a classmate of wuyue's father-in-law. Over the years, I remembered the thoughts of my classmates you haven't sorted out yet. I think of some things that are treasured in the soul pagoda. Few are significant, more or less. There are probably some things that you haven't realized or forgotten. I still want to use my poems in a different way, gently and quietly. Remind you of Article 2: Classmate Author: Cui Yanfeng is maotai-flavor liquor, clear and transparent, free from distractions, elegant and decent. The longer time goes by, the longer the aftertaste becomes, the softer it becomes, the surging when meeting, the lasting fragrance in the cup, the lingering parting moment, and the lasting fragrance of the empty cup.
Classmates are special friendships, endless words, endless old stories, endless joys and endless worries. A classmate is a token. Even if you are at the ends of the earth, you can call and be on call. No matter how busy you are, you will find time to meet as soon as possible.
Students are cheerful songs and dances. Even if she is not professional enough, she will enjoy it. Her voice is not as good as David Jiang's, and her dance is not as good as Yang li Ping's, but she will have a climax, wave after wave. My classmate is a picture of eternal youth. Although the years are ruthless and beautiful, in my heart, beauty remains the same. Even if my temple is frosted, there are many customs. Meet a smile, look back, the charm remains the same.
My classmate is a sailboat sailing through the wind and waves. I don't care where the destination is, no matter where the destination is, I care about the scenery along the way and the mood of enjoying the scenery. The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying. The canoe has passed Chung Shan Man, and the green hills are lush, and the years are like songs. Students are a rich spiritual wealth. They keep the pace of youth, lay a solid foundation for their own career, communicate enthusiastically with each other, live happily every day, work smoothly every year, and have warm and sincere feelings.
Classmate is an unforgettable lyric song, making a pot of hot tea, scalding a pot of old wine, listening to classic old songs, telling classmates' true feelings, talking about late rain and Ge Pengcheng flying, and watching each other cherish and get together. Classmates are a kind of commitment, and we are destined to meet in this life. Come on, classmates, let's raise our glasses and sing together. Friendship lasts forever ... Chapter III: Old classmates Author: The time between Xin Man and Mo Xiang still shows the size of the desk in the foggy memory. The sun walks, ignoring the silence. A person wipes his mind on his body, and the cancer sinks and softens gradually, harvesting the pure feelings sown in youth. I was sealed by a dark nail. The Chinese New Year has passed, but you are like the wind. The elasticity of blowing out touches the light, and the pebbles at the foot of Ding Feng Mountain suddenly jump, making you breathless. In the autumn wind, I read aloud and flew, holding a * * * sound in my hand. It seems that I have heard footsteps that I have been longing for for for years, but I have not seen some people gradually drifting away. Shadows may disappear like clouds, evaporate into water to get close to land, or be pushed away by reality. The edge of life-a red maple interacts with the grass, opens its eyes, climbs out of the haystack, begins to show dew, looks at your face, looks at the leaves floating in the wind, and makes up autumn Chapter 4: Fate of twenty years' classmates Author: How far is the fate of hidden screen? Memories that cannot be erased in a blink of an eye are precipitated in the silence of the news. Once ignorant, once stumbling, once dismissive, now it seems so soft. That's when we * * * in the New Year, we walked together, and we went our separate ways. We have gone through hardships and years before we can meet again. Today, when we don't have to worry about telling the truth, we will all turn into clouds with the vicissitudes of life. We are glad of the gift of fate, you and me, and we are glad that this life is predestined. Yesterday, today, our hearts are unbridled, and our hearts are full of laughter. I hope you and I will be at peace forever at the full moon.
5. Miss the poems of distant classmates
We watched him go out of the tower gate, head east, into the snowdrift of Tianding Road, and at the corner of the pass, he disappeared, leaving only footprints.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you day and night, but I don't see you. I drink Yangtze River water.
Distant friends bring distant land closer.
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
If you want to ask Wujiang for another purpose, see you in your dream.
Drinking the bright moon alone (Li Bai)
A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me.
Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.
Alas, the moon can't drink, and Tu Ying follows me.
But for a while, I had these friends who cheered me up at the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encouraged me, and then I got drunk and we lost each other.
Will goodwill be guaranteed? I think the Milky Way is a long way.
I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.
We waved goodbye and my horse neighed again and again.
6. What are the poems about "missing friends"?
1. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring, go further and live better. -"Qingping Music, Don't Come to the Spring Half" South Tang Li Yu
2. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. -"Crossing the Han River" Tang Song Wen Zhi
The cold light in the hotel stays alone and doesn't sleep, and the guest's heart turns sad. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. -"Night Shift" Tang
4. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. -"Don't Dong Da Er" Tang Gao Shi
I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out for no reason. -"Qu/Ji Yuan Er Shi An Xi" Tang
6. It's only seven days in spring, and I've been away from home for two years. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. -"Everyone is homesick" Sui Xue Daoheng
7. It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening. -"To Wei Ba and Chu Shi" Don Du Fu
8. People say that sunset is the end of the world. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak. -"Homesickness" Li Gou in the Northern Song Dynasty
9. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. -"The Return of the Native" He Zhangzhi of the Northern Song Dynasty
10. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. -"Spring Night in Los Angeles" Tang Libai
1 1. The day of departure is far away, and the day of clothing is slow. -Hang Hang, Hang Hang, Hang Hang, Hang Hang, Hang Hang, Hang Hang, Hang Hang, Hang Hang, Hangzhou, Hangzhou, Hangzhou, Hangzhou, Hangzhou, Hangzhou, Hangzhou.
12. The child held hands and asked, why haven't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? -"Going Home (a poem by Zhao Wei)" Tang Du Mu
13. However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. -"Farewell to the Governor in Shu" Tang
14. The moon is already at sea and over the horizon. -"Looking at the Moon/Looking Back at the Bright Moon" Zhang Tang is nine years old
15, Candle is willing to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn-goodbye to Tang Du Mu.
7. Poems about missing friends
? I have been thinking about you all day. Exhausting for the monarch and letting a hundred flowers blossom —— Wen (Tang)'s Four Songs of the Southern Song Dynasty (Part Two)
? Thinking of you like running water, how can you be poor? -Xu Gan (Wei and Jin Dynasties)-"Three Rooms"
? Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is awkward-Li Bai (Tang)-Poem of Autumn Wind
? Looking at the sky and clouds at dusk, thinking of you while walking and sitting —— Tang Yin (Ming)-A prune.
? Acacia has no words, don't waste your tears on stationery-Yan (Song)-Zhegutian
? Sorrow and parting should be the same, and the most difficult thing is to clear up the grievances of the sun and the moon-Nalan Xingde (Qing)-Yu Meiren
? Acacia says acacia at the bottom of the tree, and Shiro hates Mandy. I don't know-Liang Qichao (Qing Dynasty)-a poet in Zhi Zhu, Taiwan Province Province
? Afraid of acacia, I have missed it, but it's my turn to miss it-Yu Yan (Ming)-Sauvignon Blanc
? I don't regret the widening of my belt, but I am haggard for Iraq-Liu Yong (Song)-Liu Yong, a recent flower.
? If you don't miss your life, you will miss it and hurt you-Xu Zaisi (Yuan)-Chun Qing
8. I miss my classmates' ancient poems
Understand the feelings of classmates
On that day of that year.
Leave a message with an ink and a black and white photo.
Sow the seeds of friendship
Growing up in a notebook
Strings have been played intermittently for decades.
Today, today
see you again
Since then, the network has changed temperature.
A very sincere mind
The light is too strong today.
The moon is black.
A little morning glow traction
Candles light up people's hearts.
Close to you.
Need to move three inches of golden lotus
Just bring a young leaf.
A pure flower
It has nothing to do with early morning
Or dusk
The warmth of fingertips
Can ignite a grand scene.
You thrive in the image of a tree.
I decorate my life with grass.
Although the rings leave a mark on the forehead of the years
Happy fishtails crawl in familiar and unfamiliar places.
You are still.
Is the epitome of my ripples.
This is my photo in autumn.
The boredom of scraping gourd
On the naivety of dance.
A few pieces of yellow mud and blue tiles have long since disappeared.
Every autumn * * * laughter books sound.
This is the fate cultivated by generations.
[Life is full of flavor] Love of classmates Author: Pingping Bu Xiaosheng