Seven-character poems of missing classmates

1. Poems expressing missing classmates Part I: You who 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.

I miss the poem "Man Fang Ting Nostalgia" written by my old classmate. The moon is silent, the waves are uncertain, and the ups and downs are not heavy. 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. Poems to express my thoughts of my classmates Part I: I miss one of your classmates. Author: I miss my husbands in wuyue. In my years, I remember the thoughts of my classmates that you haven't sorted out, and I remember some things that are treasured in the pagoda of the soul. Few are important, more or less, and there are probably some you don't realize or forget. I still want to remind you gently and quietly in a different way with my poems. Chapter II: Love of Classmates Author: Cui Yanfeng is maotai-flavor liquor. Clear and transparent, free from distractions, elegant and decent, the longer the time, the longer the aftertaste, soft and mellow, the surging when meeting, the lasting fragrance of the wine in the cup, the parting moment, the reluctance, and the lingering 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, and our friendship will last forever ... Chapter III: Old classmates Author: The time when Xin Man and Mo Xiang separated still shows the size of the desk in the foggy memories. Walking in the sun ignores 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 become clouds with the vicissitudes of life. We are glad of the gift of fate, you and me, and we are glad that there are no bad feelings in this life. Today, our hearts are full of laughter. I hope you and I will be at peace forever at the full moon.

4. What are the poems that 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

5. What poems are there to commemorate classmates? 1. Mourn Xue Tai.

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Half-dead, the phoenix tree is old and sick, and it hurts to think about it.

I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, and it was cold in the month, and no one was there.

On one side is a dying plane tree, and on the other side is a long-term sick body. Whenever I think of going to the grave after death, I feel sad.

In the evening, I took my young son back to my hometown, and I didn't see anyone in the empty house in the cold moonlight.

2. Li Bais Tomb

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

On this side of the quarry, there are endless weeds around the cemetery, and white clouds are far away.

Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems.

As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.

By the quarrying river, endless weeds surround the cemetery, away from the white clouds.

Sadly, the bones in this grave have written earth-shattering poems.

As long as they are poets, most of them have bad fate. Poets are poor and frustrated, and no one has surpassed Li Jun.

3, crying Li Shangyin.

Tang Dynasty: Cui Jue

The word "Ji Cheng Xing Lang" means "mountain", and it is appropriate to go back to Gaorang with a sigh.

The branches and leaves of the Ci forest are exhausted in three spring, and learning the sea is dry overnight.

The wind and rain blew out the candle, and the name grew between the teeth.

You should just climb the tree outside the object and walk to the altar in your dress.

The name of Langguan in Ji Cheng is Li Yishan, and it is sighing to be in the loess.

The branches and leaves of the poetry forest withered, and the academic waves dried up overnight.

The storm blew out the candles, and my name has been missing in my heart.

He should climb Yushu in the outside world and climb the altar of immortals in his clothes.

4, crying Li Shangyin

Tang Dynasty: Cui Jue

Empty negative lingyun talents, life never open-minded.

Birds crow and flowers fall, bamboo withers and tung withers and phoenix doesn't come.

A good horse is full of sadness because it has no owner.

Jiuquan does not sigh, sending satellites into the night station.

Kong has brilliant talent, and his mind has never been unfolded for a moment in his life.

Where the birds crow and the flowers fall, the bamboo dies and the phoenix dies and the bird no longer flies.

A good horse bends because it has no owner, but a bosom friend loses his heart because of a broken string.

Hades don't have to sigh that Yin and Yang are separated, and satellites are sent to the underworld.

5. Two congratulations.

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

There are fanatics in Siming, which is really romantic.

Chang 'an calls me a fairy as soon as we meet.

What used to be a good cup turned into Panasonic dust.

Scarab changed wine, but she remembered tears and towels.

When the madman returned to Siming, Yin Shan Taoist greeted him.

Dedicate Mirror Lake to the glory of Juntai Marsh.

People die in their hometown, and there are lotus flowers in the air.

It hurts me to miss this dream.

There was once a madman in Siming Mountain. He was the renowned romantic genius.

When we first met in Chang 'an, he called me a fairy from heaven.

At first, it was a Brewmaster who loved to put wine in a glass, but today it has turned into Panasonic dust.

Every time I think of the scene of exchanging angel turtles for wine, I can't help crying.

When the fanatical Mr. He returned to Siming, he was first welcomed by Taoist priests in Yin Shan.

A pool of mirror lakes gives you the enjoyment of mountains and rivers.

People have passed away, leaving only their former residence, and there are lotus flowers in Jinghu Lake.

Seeing these makes people feel that life is as bleak as a big dream, which makes me sad.