? Poetry 1: Missing in Summer? Author: Jean Dong Qing

Let me hold a summer rain.

Moisten your heart after a long drought

Let me enjoy the cool breeze.

Brush away your fatigue.

Let me have a look at the clear spring

Give you endless sweetness

Let me pick a lotus.

Warm your beautiful smiling face

Give you everything.

Let you have a refreshing summer.

My thoughts

Since the summer when I met you.

Inside the exhibition hall

pool

Meet in the rain and hold hands.

Your bright smile

Jade is like the moon.

Your white dress

Like a lotus or a cloud.

Your beautiful voice

Such as string playing.

Since then, I have asked for it thousands of times.

everlasting

Poetry 2: Thinking of an old friend on a moonlit night? Author: Wu

this evening

When the moon rises,

The bright moon in Tang dynasty

Still in the window

Visit me and study tirelessly.

You recognize me by my birth name.

This moment, the door of memory.

Never closed again.

That year, Na Yue, that man.

And those memories of youth.

Unlike cigarettes.

Those seeds sown in spring

The sound of green

As soon as it is called, the picturesque countryside will be green.

The vast plains and the hometown of the sea.

The swaying poems are accompanied by the fragrance of laurel trees.

That's my home, my lost youth.

In the deepest part of the world of mortals, you are

An irreplaceable orphan in this life

I am willing to wait

The full moon is a painting, and the lack of the moon is a poem.

Poetry 3: Missing? Author: Bai Yanyan

On a calm day.

I only long for one touch.

But all expectations

After all, it is extravagant hope.

I used to laugh like the wind

I used to cry like rain

All the hearts of bloom fall.

Inexplicable thoughts are as rich and fragrant as flowers.

Blooming in the branches of the years

It smells good every season.

Looking back on yesterday's dribs and drabs

Who will stay for me?

Even a shallow smile.

It will also make my whole heart throb.

Now hovering on the horizon.

Missing is precipitated by years.

There are no more days of high tide.

I have to stand on the edge of time.

Wait patiently for your news.

Poetry 4: The shadow of classmates? Author: Xiang Xue

All the days

There is a shadow of classmates.

Gentle eyes

Based on my shyness,

The shadow of classmates is ethereal.

recently

The shadow of my classmates disappeared,

It's hard to forget the scene of getting together.

The Eye of Silence

Leave the camera,

The classmates left.

The farther you go, the closer you seem.

When I prayed a thousand times

All along,

accidentally

Everyone has a classmate's shadow.

Poetry 5: Forever Missing? Author: Xu

Time flies.

Through the time and space of history, I left my thoughts.

It's late autumn and early winter, and it's the Cold Food Festival again.

October 1st of the lunar calendar.

Caring and missing haunt traditional folk customs.

Burn a piece of paper, send food, drink and cold clothes.

Entrust the souls of distant ancestors.

Every household is no exception, as everyone knows.

Sacrificing ancestors to burn paper and send cold clothes to show their hearts.

Moisturize things quietly and stretch your bones and muscles.

The call of the soul

Become a custom of the Chinese nation

Memories and thoughts of children and grandchildren

hand down from generation to generation

Memories, worries, new memories, infinite worries about our distant ancestors.

Kindness of relatives.

Forever miss