The parting of lovers
"Sorry"? Shocked countless leaves.
At that time, the ground was yellow
Hug? Always at the most helpless time.
I found it difficult to fight against light at the same time.
Tears meet the morning light.
Reflect fear and desire.
Freedom? Gradually cooled in the noise.
Can't help but give birth
A reverie about the past
accidental
Xu zhimo
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected into your heart—
You shouldn't be surprised,
There's no need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget,
The light that shines on each other at this intersection.
This poem is short and powerful, which fully meets the requirements.
If it helps, please adopt it. Thank you.
Ask close questions
Is there anything else
answer
Do you think it's too long or too awkward?
say goodbye to
Gu Cheng
In spring
You flick your handkerchief.
Is to let me leave.
Or return immediately?
No, nothing.
Because there is nothing.
Like a fallen flower in the water
Like dew on a flower
Only the shadow knows.
Only wind energy knows.
Only sighing butterflies sweep up.
Still flying in my heart ...
say goodbye to
poplar
How many farewells does life have?
Only under the Tianshan Mountains, how urgent it is.
I ride horses.
Do you ride horses, too
I'm going after my horse.
You must catch the last bus.
Give you what?
The ice and snow are too cold.
The hot sand is too hot.
Weeds wilt easily when picked.
Streams dry up easily for you.
The sunset is so poetic.
But it's a little too much like blood
People always leave something else behind. '
Clear sky Wan Li, Tianshan moon.
Only the heart likes this grassland.
One year old and one glory, the residual snow has disappeared.
Everything on the earth is the center.
You can say goodbye anywhere.
No, don't ride this horse.
On the same drum surface
Beat the drums.
To connect future ideas.
Give you a background.
Conclusion: The above are the contents of modern poems that I recommend lovers to leave. Parting is a boat, leaving the heart of the river and searching for the beach with you. Parting is an ancient bridge, bearing too much bitterness and helplessness, but it has never been able to land. Parting is fiddling with the strings of the fiddler's fingers, and it is also wonderful. Parting is a leaf, falling with thoughts and a period of autumn torture. Parting is a chilling cicada, singing to the tree all day, and the last moment of life is miserable. Parting is a river that separates lovesick people from two lines of tears for thousands of years. Parting is a wind chime, which wakes up the worries at the other end of the sound wave.