Cloudy and sad, good night.

1. If you miss someone, you don't have to hear his voice. Hearing his voice may be another matter. Everything in imagination is often a little better than reality. People you miss are a little warmer than reality. Missing something that seems far away, but sometimes it's just a little closer to reality.

When I miss you, write your name in my palm. Spreading it is missing, holding it is caring. When I miss you, I draw your face on paper, thinking that you are happy and happy. I miss you, at the other end of the city, I miss you, at the other end of my missing, do you remember to promise me that no matter where you are, you will have a good life and be happy every day?

I miss you very much. It is a kind of pain that slowly erodes to the bottom of my heart, reminding me at all times that you have existed in my heart, always existed in my life, and not fade away has lived. Falling in love with the country takes away each other's faces and never forgets their own hearts. Really, I miss you. It turns out that one day it will become coffee that I don't want to taste or experience. It turns out that your smiling face flew out of my sight in the cold wind of time when my memory was slowly peeling off.

4. I wake up every day, and your clear shadow turns in front of my eyes. No matter what you are doing, you should be distracted for a while, just thinking about you and counting when you will come back. At the moment, how I envy the eagle flying in the clouds; If I were an eagle flying high, wouldn't I see your face clearly and fly to your side?

Missing is going to the West Building alone countless times, looking at the end of the world, with a touch of worry and a touch of expectation, mixed with a little sour and sweet, blending into a cup of acacia wine. Whispering softly: the bright moon building is lonely, and the wine turns into acacia tears? But indulge yourself to be missed.

6. Leaning against the porch window, listening to the rain, admiring the swaying branches and vines, let the thoughts of love fly and spread in my heart, watching Shuang Yan roaring, thinking about heartache, and watching lovesickness everywhere, I feel helpless. Swallows whisper, branches and vines dance slowly, the porch window of the soul slowly opens to you, and thoughts are like drizzle, invading the soul bit by bit, so that the pain of missing will be helpless and tightly wrapped.

7. Endless thoughts, such as old wine, slowly come to my mind, and thoughts slowly overflow, and I am drunk with a crescent moon in the night sky. Endless yearning, like a sad song, is ethereal and clear, which is the attachment in the heart and the yearning in the distance. Endless thoughts, like flying snowflakes, are elegant and romantic in the air. Endless yearning, attentive listening, boundless attachment, deep and shallow, a thin piece of pipa, a light curtain dream.

8. It's him, standing quietly by the Qingshui River, looking into the distance. His lonely back caught me in a net called acacia. What is this? I don't know, the only thing I know is that looking at him is like a rainbow on the horizon, out of reach, only missing.

9. We will still miss the past, miss our carefree childhood, or look forward to the day when we grow up. Groups of immature faces, chubby little hands and autumn mud dug in the land can go back to the past and squeeze into strange shapes. But at that time, the space has changed. None of you are in my world, and I am the only one left, shouting silently in an empty heart and being childhood friends.

10. Are you homesick? It seems a little worthless. I am not particularly afraid of loneliness, but I miss the people I love. I know how important I am to them. I am their happiness and dependence. I sat in the soft fog, listening to the waves and seagulls outside the window, imagining that my mother and father were sleeping now.

1 1. At the fragrant intersection, can I take a small fan and list my thoughts for you one by one? Faint attachment, across the cycle, looking at you in the quiet and beautiful years. Those past days, in the yellowed past, struck a chord and you filled your heart. Give yourself a reason to watch it alone. Put your heart in your hand and let it fly with the wind. That encounter was an unforgettable fragment in my dreams for many years.

12. In the tossing and turning night, loneliness comes like an avalanche, which can devour the whole person like the cold in winter. At this time, you miss someone so much that you can't sit still, but you can't just call him, because you can only carry your luggage by yourself, help yourself through one checkpoint after another, and continue your life track, no matter how dependent you are on that person.

13. When the night wind came to your window with light steps, the sadness of missing the red candle was amplified at that moment. Maybe you think he can miss you with his head tilted? Or turn all my love for you into a driving force for progress, instead of seeking a luxurious life, just want to help each other.

14. I will miss you every lonely night. A persistent and beating heart will always be filled with my thoughts and blessings. Did you hear my sincere prayer for you? Let my thoughts travel through time and space, undergo the baptism of years, turn into rainbows, and hide in the depths of my heart; Let my tenderness be separated from Qian Shan by thousands of waters, bear the witness of wind and rain, turn into a meteor, and send thousands of years of thoughts from afar.

15. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water. I broke my troubles, gave up my troubles, propped up the raft, propped up the oars and sailed in your direction. Even if the voyage is unknown, even if the rapids are dangerous, I am not afraid of the wind and waves, just because I miss you.

16. I can't help feeling that I am with you with sweet words. On the bleak road, engrave the smile in your sleep with all your expectations for the future. I just want you to know that I'm waiting for you, and I miss you so much that night when you don't know.

17. You tell me when it's hot, you tell me when it's cold, and you have to tell me whether it's cold or not. If you don't tell me, I don't know. If you tell me, I may not understand, but I will listen. If you are bored, let me know. If you are not bored, tell me. Will I show up? Talk to me when you have time, but not when you have time. I'll be scared, okay? I won't like you, but I will learn to miss you?

18. Rub yourself into the night, write a mood and say a kind of missing. Perhaps, just because, there is such a person, a love, a past, some once? So, in my mind, all that shakes is your shadow. The eyebrows are a little fingertips, and what moves is the trace you left. I want to smile at you indifferently, although I know you can't see the sudden tide in my eyes. You can't hear me. It's hard to say what I mean.

19. I can't tell you what it's like to miss someone. It's like a heart covered with rotten grass. Even a gentle breeze can cause a tremor. All I can think about is your name, your voice, your jokes and everything about you.

20. It's not for hurting spring, but it seems to hurt spring and lose weight. Think long in the morning and evening and turn into spring waves. The stars in the spring night are so bright and moving. In my dream, there will always be a pair of stars shining, and that is your beautiful eyes like flames.

2 1. I want to call you and tell you that I like you. Tell you, I want to be with you and spend the rest of my life with you. I tell you, I close my eyes for the last time and open my eyes for the first time every day, and I want to see you. Tell you, I will try to be your ideal person. I tell you, I like cooking, just to cook for you every day in the future. Tell you? Forget it, I tell you in my heart that you already have someone you like.

22. You have come, I am here, and I have lost my heart; If you don't come, I'll still be here, and I'll miss you. Care about first frost, just for this meeting in this life. I am worried about you, and I am willing to be entangled in your feelings. The moon is as white as you, living in my thoughts, bitter and happy, sad and happy, kiss and tears, mixed feelings hurt the city. The words of the wind, the intoxication of the sea, and the attachment of the sea to the confession wind. My world, the happiness you pass by. Your world, the happiness I am waiting for.

23. Standing under the late autumn sky, if I smile, it is because I think of you. Standing on the windowsill, the sun is shining all over the window lattice. If I feel warm, it's because I think of you. Thank you for your appearance, thank you for your love for me, although it was once. If you like, I would like to live in your heart all the time, without being surprised or disturbed, safe and warm until I die.

24. Late autumn night, in the dead of night, will you still be lonely? Watching the bright moon caress you, let the dream linger in your heart, linger and recall like smoke, and rush through the light cold of Yue Hui, and gradually blur into thousands of turns in your eyes. At midnight, I remembered the familiar melody. It used to be your favorite melody. You know there is no moon tonight, only missing, in a row of nights.

25. If I miss you and cover my body, how can I tell you how to catch some inspiration from countless brain cells to stop it from swimming again, slip away from my less generous palm and rack my brains to piece together a few words? Please explore the content of the text yourself. I walk alone in the dark at midnight, and you will feel helpless. My thoughts in the dark are not as gorgeous as neon. I use the most solid thoughts to turn them into the simplest words.

26. If you miss someone, you don't have to meet, own or destroy each other every day. You don't miss him so much, but you will always think of him several times a day. When you can't hear his voice, you will worry about him. When a person is away from home, he will miss the time with him. I believe that destiny takes a hand's encounter and separation, people with a heart will miss each other no matter how far away. A careless person is near and far away.

27. I will still miss the past and look forward to the scene when we grow up one day. Groups of immature faces have become unfamiliar faces, and even I can't see myself sleeping in the mirror. At this time, the space has changed. There is no you in my world, only I am alone, shouting silently in an empty heart, when can we meet?

28. Night wind, lingering in the ear, whispering? Miss her? The bits and pieces in my mind are very lively. I said sternly with dignity. Do you think she wants this? Reason asks itself repeatedly, is she that good and worth it? Really? Aida

29. When people leave, the tea gets cold and the days get longer. Miss you, heartache, secretly shed tears in the middle of the night; People are thin and haggard, and they get drunk without drinking; What have I done to offend you by talking too little and too much? The heart flies, things are yellow, and people are not busy; Stop, no charge, online that you slept; I was distracted. I can't do anything. Anyway, I miss you. What's the matter?

30. A night of rain, a night of you, are in the hearts of insomniacs, bit by bit, like thorns, explosive, remorse; Rain knocks on the window, rain knocks on you, all floating in the gap of night, as if remembering, leaving each other coldly when you think of it; Dawn, the light outside the window, through the deep night, bright as eyes, you see the window, see the rain on the window, but can't see you in my heart. Missing you, like missing brought by rain, is becoming clearer.

3 1. The wistful ivy has covered the wall, and the graceful petals, like ivy wrapped in the heart, are excited by the melody of love and flow leisurely in the text. Waiting for you, looking at the curved moon outside the window; Love you, splashing rolls of Tang poetry and Song poetry. I wish I could reach out and grab your clothes; I want to look up and stick it on your forehead. The words that have soaked your breath have condensed the moist and delicate thoughts between the eyebrows and woven into an elegant and beautiful dream.

32. The most touching moment comes from being remembered by friends; The most beautiful moment comes from missing friends. There is no agreement, but there is a tacit understanding. The first-line network is flowing with our mood; A kind of mood, fluttering the trace of the heart; A friendship, cherish each other forever in the bottom of my heart!

33. If there is a lonely flower in this world, I think it must be you, blooming on the beautiful grassland. Have you ever missed the distant time, looking up and down in the morning and evening, thinking like me? Do you know that?/You know what? In this small world, because of your appearance, a curved pool of water will show a smiling face.

34. Tonight, when you miss me, does my elegant rhyme like moonlight touch your heartstrings? Tonight, did you see my figure in your mind? Did you ever miss me? I believe you are thinking of me as much as I am. At this moment, my heart is full of fragrance. I stand quietly in the wind and miss you quietly. Your figure fills my heart.

35. Sometimes I am silent, not unhappy, but just want to clear my mind and miss you. Missing, like fallen leaves in autumn, falls to the ground and hurts. Everything is like sand between our fingers. Don't try to catch it. All actions can only accelerate its loss, just like sand between our fingers. The sand finally left, leaving our hands alone in the air; All the hands are gone. It is not the hand that flashes, nor the hand that remains, but the sand between the fingers.

I didn't know I was a guest in my dream, so I didn't let myself sleep in the dead of night, for fear that I would be sad when I woke up. At night, sitting alone in a corner, whispering to you quietly, your dream has become the direction I miss. I beg the floating clouds outside the window to bring you my freehand brushwork. May your dreams follow your heart, and your heart follow your dreams. Just like the irreplaceable tranquility of the night, one can think of you with all his memories without thinking about anything.

37. Maybe time will gradually blur our figure, maybe time will eventually make us become silent with each other, but ah, but now I really want to hold your hand and thank you for the time that happened. Let's wait excitedly and wait for the last moment. At that moment, I will say to you: I miss you!

38. When I can't see you, I miss you like a mountain on my chest; When I can see you, happiness flows into my heart like a river; Let the landscape witness my thoughts of you. Blue sky and blue sea, there will be an end, and your love is endless. I will turn my deep thoughts into expectations and blessings.

39. Counting the lonely time seems to be the scene of missing you. Ignore the lovesickness and throw it into Su Causeway, where grass grows fast. In this season, let it grow into a poem that misses you, tangled and tangled. Juanxiu started her shy flower season, just want to raise her eyebrows and hold hands with you affectionately, thousands of miles away. Raise the lamp to invite, the bright moon star hanging in the sky after the rain, will you get drunk with me?

40. I really want to exchange my gentleness in this life for your lingering. I really want to exchange my thoughts of this life for a truly affectionate hug. Don't ask about the length of days, don't ask about the long time, don't look forward to the twilight of this life, and don't look forward to holding hands in the afterlife. I just want you to know that I miss you deeply in the world of mortals, and my feelings are as deep as my original intention. I want to let the expectation of you fly in the poem and let the deep acacia dye your eyes; I want to frown, but my thoughts linger on your shoulders and in your heart.

4 1. Missing is sour and a kind of torture; Sometimes it is also an expectation; It will give you strength; Sometimes it's a sad person who can't wait to think. Sometimes missing is a monologue of the soul, and the protagonist is himself from beginning to end, although your missing is like wind, rain and snow. The person you miss may not feel it. In this bitterness of missing, there is more helplessness.

42. I am on this side of the sea and you are on the other side. We look at each other from a distance, knowing that you can't see me, but knowing that you can't see you, we still look at each other; I know you're standing there, and you know I'm watching here. The vast sea is far apart, and I can't forget the thoughts of each other, which has become heartbreaking thoughts.

43. Time flies, happiness. Plain pen, light ink. In the past, I was stained with poetry while waiting. Accustomed to it, I miss you safely on the other side of the heart. The heavy years can't stop the obsession together. Twist the perfection of a crescent moon into a poem, and let me accompany you across a bright moon with a touch of red dust. Let the cold go a long way and let the youth grow old.

44. Thinking, gradually indifferent, the final result may be just a person wandering around the world. The past is dust. Many emotions are entangled in the end, maybe they are just strangers to each other. Look up, the clouds are all over the sky. Flowers flitted across her heart. Quiet and beautiful. Turning her back, she buried herself in the time of writing, calm and lonely.

45. Missing, condensed tears. Only in the dead of night, when people are quiet, I watch silently, and the moonlight is still like this, sighing like a dream, but I just want to follow you as always, and I just want to dedicate my life to you. You were a stranger when we met again.

46. I really don't need a reason to miss you. Just a feeling. Whenever I am unprepared, it will rush into my mind and reach my heart. I really don't need a reason to miss you. Just a feeling. I will always miss your health and worry about your safety. I really don't need an excuse to miss you. Just a feeling, a silent concern, a silent wish. I just want you to have a good life.

47. Time has diluted everything, but I still miss you. Once the pain of missing is staged, tears cannot be separated from my eyes. The messy pain of autumn rain continues to extend in the corridor of memories. I have been reluctant to admit that it is really a tragedy between us, just like this bleak autumn, when the deep and shallow wind blows away the fallen flowers, leaving only sadness.

48. Distance is a sad beauty. I left you to remember you better. I have compiled all the days into poems, only expecting your title. Sitting alone under the lamp, I condensed my long thoughts about you into small poems, all of which are my long thoughts about you.

49. I don't miss you very much. I just woke up this morning to see if there were any messages and missed calls for you. I don't miss you very much, just turn your call into a unique ringtone; I don't miss you very much, but I was hit by a lyric while listening to the song, and there was a short blank in my mind; I don't miss you very much, just want to see your appearance and listen to your voice; I don't miss you very much, but the first thing I think of every time I wake up is you.

50. I always like to stand at the end of August and imagine autumn scenery in September. In the early autumn of August, the month is not full, and there is still a summer heat wave in the noisy air, which always makes people feel boring; Autumn in September is getting better and better, the maple leaves are yellow, the air is fresh, and the whole person feels refreshed when going out. But when going out, at this season, I can't see the golden color of my childhood friends and the rice fields in my old capital, so I will always miss it.