I don't know how you express it euphemistically in poetry.

A foreign poem about I miss you 1. A foreign poem.

Hello: 1. Clouds are wet and clothes are near, springs are sleepy, and streams are near. Lonely moon riding on the horizon, hungry apes crying in the mountains. Appreciation: It was written by Xie E Huang (786-842) (reigned 809-823). He is obsessed with Chinese studies, poetry, music and music. Very rare. 2. Toyotomi Hideyoshi's self-singing is like sunrise, which comes and goes in a hurry. Osaka is magnificent and dreamy. (Toyotomi Hideyoshi was written by Ji Xiuji. This poem was sung before he died. The sound of the loom stopped abruptly for three nights, and the bright moon in front of the window was like autumn water. My mother wanted to ask, but she lowered her eyebrows. The soul is homesick for thousands of miles. Attached to the original poem: Mom, how can I bear to knit? My heart is full of love for that person. Tagore's English poems have dug an insurmountable gap between you and the person who loves you with a cold heart. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow on the same root but cannot depend on each other in the wind. The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but the stars that look at each other but don't meet each other. The trajectory between the stars is that even if the trajectory meets, there is nowhere to look for it in an instant. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it for a moment, but that you are doomed to meet it before you meet it. The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird, one in the sky and the other in the sea. It's not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you, but that I love you so much that I can't say that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that we love each other but we can't be together. The furthest distance in the world is not when we love each other but pretend not to care at all, even when we know that love is invincible; The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between two trees, but even if the branches of two trees grow together, The furthest distance in the world is not that you love each other but can't meet each other, but that two stars watch each other but can't meet each other. The farthest distance in the world is not that there is nowhere to find after the two tracks meet, but that you are doomed not to be together without meeting. The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds. When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, take a nap by the fire. Please take down this book and read it slowly and dream of you. How many people love your joyful and elegant moments, love your beauty with hypocrisy or sincerity, but only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the sadness on your aging face. Bend down by the burning fireplace, whisper with sadness, how love dies, pace on the mountains overhead, and hide your face among the stars. When you are old and sleepy and dozing off by the fire, please write a poem. I remember you once had a pair of gentle eyes with a few shadows in the corner of your eyes. How many people loved you when you were young and beautiful? True or false love your beauty, but only one person loves the holiness of your soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. Looking back at the red stove, I tell you sadly how love slipped away, ran to the mountain above, and then hid her face in the stars. At the foot of Bumble Mountain, Ye Zhi 6 lies at the bare foot of Bumble Mountain, and Ye Zhi lies in the middle of Lifu Cemetery in Lamke. An ancestor used to be the principal there. Many years ago, there was a church nearby, on the roadside, an ancient cross, no marble plaque, no rhetoric. On the limestone collected nearby, according to his instructions, these words are engraved: throw away the cold eyes of life and death, knight, go forward bravely! (The last sentence is very famous. ) Tagore's I only have a few words that I'm not sure are poems. Hehe, you are alone in the boundless loneliness of your soul. A quiet and lonely girl is a lonely lotus, blooming in the branches of love. I once loved you, Pushkin. I once loved you: love may not be completely dead in my heart; I hope I won't bother you again, and I don't want to make you sad again. I used to love you silently and hopelessly, enduring shyness and jealousy; I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly. God bless you, and the other one will love you as much as I do.

I want some sad poems about foreign countries.

The furthest distance in the world

Tagore

The furthest distance in the world

Not the distance between life and death.

It's that I stand in front of you

But you don't know that I love you.

The furthest distance in the world

No, I'm standing in front of you

But you don't know that I love you.

But obsessed with love

But you can't say I love you.

The furthest distance in the world

It's not that I can't say I love you

I miss you so much.

But it can only be buried deep in my heart

The furthest distance in the world

It's not that I can't say I miss you.

But love each other.

But we can't be together.

The furthest distance in the world

Do not love each other

But not together.

But obviously can't resist the smell.

But you must pretend that you don't care.

The furthest distance in the world,

It's not that you can't resist the smell.

But you must pretend that you don't care.

But there is a cold heart

Between you and the people who love you.

Dig an impassable ditch

The furthest distance in the world

Not the distance between trees.

But branches that grow from the same root.

But can't depend on each other in the wind

The furthest distance in the world

It is not that branches cannot depend on each other.

But the stars look at each other.

But there are no intersecting trajectories.

The furthest distance in the world

Not the trajectory between stars.

But even if the tracks intersect,

But in a flash, there was nowhere to find it.

The furthest distance in the world

It's not that the moment is nowhere to be found.

But we haven't met yet.

It is doomed to be impossible to come together.

The furthest distance in the world

Is the distance between fish and birds.

One in the sky

One dived into the deep sea.

3. English poems about my dreams

My dream, my cloud, your world, my dream, my cloud, your world this is a long and endless road. I don't know where it is taking me, but I have been running with it. I run not because I want to run, but because I have to run. E here. It's a long run, and I'm exhausted, but I still have to run. This is new york. The city with high-rise buildings is proud and noisy, huge and arrogant. I came here as an illegal immigrant a few days ago. There is no legal way out, and I'm sorry about that. I really want to come here; I want to make my dream come true. I took my dream to another dream, new york. This is my dream. After arriving here, I have nowhere to go. I looked around blankly and decided that I didn't belong here. But when I looked up at the sky, the idea soon disappeared. Cloud, yes. Those clouds, they are the same as when I left my country. They are the same everywhere. This is why I am not a foreigner to them, they are my cloud. So there is no problem now, no matter where there are clouds, that place is mine. I started wandering in the street. Somewhere in the center of new york, wandering around the abandoned streets, I can see the dark side of this dazzling metropolis. It was all dark; Drug addicts and unofficial insignificant old people are everywhere, and they wait for no one except the bereaved angel. I never dreamed that this would happen, so I left this place. I went downtown, which was my first mistake. I was so busy flying in Manhattan with my lawyer that I forgot Interpol. They have been following me since I came here. After all, I am a prohibited immigrant. An endless road.

I don't know where it is going, but I still run along it. I run, not because I want to run, but because I have to run.

It's a long way and I'm exhausted, but I still have to run. This is new york.

A city full of buildings, arrogant, noisy and arrogant. Arrived a few days ago, as an illegal immigrant.

I have no legal way to come here, and I am very sorry about that. I am eager to come here, and I hope my dream can come true here.

I brought my dream to another dream, new york, my dream. I have nowhere to go.

Looking around in great confusion, I come to the conclusion that I am so out of harmony with everything around me. But when I looked up at the sky, the idea quickly left me.

Cloud, yes. Clouds, they are exactly the same as when I left them in my own country.

No matter where they are, they are the same. That's why I'm no stranger to them. They are my clouds.

So all the problems are solved. Where the cloud is, it is my territory. I started wandering in the street.

I am walking on a deserted street, somewhere in the middle of the big apple, where I see the other side of the dazzling metropolis. It was dark and full of drug addicts and old people who were unofficially declared worthless. They have nothing to wait for except death.

I never dreamed that my dream would be like this, so I left this place. I walked downtown, which was my first mistake.

I was walking at full speed in Manhattan, and my heart was full of confusion, which led me to forget those international policemen. They have been following me since they came here. After all, I am an unacceptable immigrant.

For a moment, I thought I should let them know why I came here, so that they would let me live here. I want to tell them that I'm only here to make money, through legal channels. I want to earn a lot of money, and then I will go back to my roots. I will go back to where money is important. Men are only important when they have money. If I get the money, I will be important, too. But of course they won't notice. Why do they want me to take their wealth? This is their country. I was walking casually on a busy street when I suddenly felt someone staring at me. I looked at him and he started looking elsewhere. I slipped into the crowd and disappeared. This is my second mistake. I made them doubt me. But I'm scared; I don't know what to do. For the next two days, I continued to hide. Then I made the last mistake. I met one of my compatriots, or rather he met me. He told me that he could find me a job. My money was running out, so I quickly agreed and then slowly refused. He wants me to sell drugs. I can't do it. I wanted to make money in a legal way. I told him no, and he disappeared. When I turned around, I saw the same Interpol standing on the street corner looking at me. Before I could take the first step, he disappeared behind the wall, and then I didn't take the first step. I just stood there. Not so good. They must think I joined them. But they don't know. They must think I'm one of them. They're wrong. I have to tell them that I am not what they think. For a moment, I thought maybe I should let them know why I came here, and maybe they would want me to stay here. I want to tell them that I'm just here to make money, legally.

I want to earn a lot of money, and then go back to my hometown, back to that.

4. Ask for a foreign poem "I Love You"

Love-

Roy clift

I love you,

Not only because of your appearance,

But also because,

When I'm with you,

My appearance.

I love you,

Not only because of everything you've done for me,

But also because,

For you,

What can I do?

I love you,

Because you can scream,

A real part of me.

I love you,

Because you crossed the wilderness in my heart,

As easy as sunlight penetrating the crystal,

My stupidity,

My weakness,

It hardly exists in your eyes.

The most beautiful place in my heart,

But your light shines,

No one will bother to do so much,

Everyone else thinks it is too much trouble to find.

So no one has ever found my beauty,

So no one has been here.

"love"

Roy croft

I love you,

Not only because of who you are,

But because of who I am.

When I'm with you.

I love you,

Not just for what.

Your achievements,

But for what?

You are making fun of me.

I love you

for me

You brought it out;

I love you

Because you put your hand on

Walk into my piled heart

And passing by

All stupid, fragile things

You can't help.

Vaguely see there,

And for extraction.

Walk into the light

All the beautiful things

No one has seen it.

You can find it far away.

I love you because of you.

Is helping me make

The wood in my life

Not a tavern

But a temple;

Unemployed

Every day of mine.

Not blame.

But a song.

I love you

Because you've already done it

More important than any creed

I could have done it.

Make me better.

More important than any fate.

I could have done it.

To make me happy.

You did it.

No contact,

Without saying a word,

Without warning.

You did it.

Be yourself.

Maybe that's why

Being friends means,

After all.

I miss your beautiful poems very much.

1: I miss you, in the early morning when the smoke is curling; Miss you, at noon in the scorching sun; Miss you, at sunset; On the occasion of 7.30, I'll tell you a secret: I miss you day and night for 365 days!

L1:I really want to give the dolphin a kiss, but the sea is too deep. Dolphin: I really want to give the angel a kiss, but the sky is too high. I want to give you a hug, but it's too far away, so I can only tell you by text message. I miss you so much!

3. In a caring way, you should pay attention to rest; I want to make you relaxed and happy in a considerate way; I wish you all the best; SMS tells you: My friend misses you! Keep in touch!

The sage said: I will go as far as my thoughts go, but on July 30th, I want to say to you: I care about you as long as time is available, and I miss you like the Pacific Ocean. Honey, I really miss you now, you know?

5. Time passes quietly in the years, and the face grows old in the time. However, I still love you for the first time. Ren is a sad fan, and the vicissitudes of life remain unchanged. I walked slowly hand in hand until the end of the day. 7.30, miss you, dear wife.

6: There is no desert in the world. Every time I miss you, God drops a grain of sand, and there is Sahara from now on! There was no sea in this world, but every time I miss you, God will drop a tear, so there is the Pacific Ocean.

7: I think you are like a cloud, with dense rain in your heart; I think you are like a leaf, and the wind you walk through will blow me; When I miss you, it is like a wave, rolling the river of thoughts; Miss you like sunshine, just want to give you warmth and happiness!

8: The earth is still turning, it will still be dark, and the wind is still a little cold. I will still miss you, the earth will still be tired, the sky will still be bright, and the wind may stop. I will still miss you, dear. Take care.

9: Sometimes busy, sometimes forgotten; Sometimes I am tired, sometimes I am lazy! But in any case, I will think of you and miss you as a good partner! Remember: When you smile, my world smiles. Happy Dragon Boat Festival!

10: I am a little happy when I miss you, and a little sad when I am happy.

1 1: Not a drop of rain has fallen-but I can't stop thinking about you.

12: a bunch of roses, in exchange for your true feelings; A ring wins your heart; A wedding, you are willing to marry me; A sweet word, willing to have children for me; A hug, in exchange for your hard work for the whole family. Dear wife, I miss you!

13: After a long time, love faded, family ties deepened, feelings deepened, hands held less, responsibilities increased, fantasies decreased, thoughts increased, and 7.30 arrived, wife, I missed you.

14: loving you has become a commonplace, and there is no complaint at every meal every day; I miss you as a gourmet, and honey is sweet every day. 1. 14 diary day has become the favorite of the year, always warm and passionate; Blessing has become the day of love, every minute, I hope you endless sweetness!

15: I often think of those days when I was with you. Happiness, happiness, happiness, loss, sadness and pain have lasted all the days. I miss you very much. Do you know there are always people who miss you and care about you? Your smiling eyes, like starlight, adorn my heart curtain and shine every night.

6. What are the poems about "I miss you"

1. Flowers bloom and fall, flowing water gurgles. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is nothing to eliminate this situation, only frowning, but in my heart.

2. I don't regret the widening of my belt, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

Ten years is too long to live and die. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it.

4. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water.

5. Four rounds are like a full moon, and the brightness decreases every night.

6. The moon is already at sea and over the horizon.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

7. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

8. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.

9. My concubine is like a mountain and my lang is like a stone Buddha.

10. Do you know how much you miss linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean?

1 1 .1,000 yuan is like buying a gift. Who complains about this situation?

7. What are the poems about thinking about you?

1, red leaves and yellow flowers in late autumn, miss a thousand miles.

From Song Yan's Philip Burkart People Autumn Red Leaves and Yellow Flowers.

Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. Flying clouds pass by, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books?

Tears kept flowing. Rotary grinding ink on inkstone. I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.

Explanation:

The leaves in the forest have turned red, and Huang Ju is blooming everywhere. Now it is late autumn. I can't help but miss the wanderers thousands of miles away. The clouds on the horizon kept drifting away, and Guiyan didn't send him any news. I don't know where the wanderer is, where can I deliver books?

The more disappointed I am, the more I miss it. I was so sad that I cried at the window. I can't stop crying. I will use it to grind ink and write letters. Bit by bit, until after parting, feelings deepened and tears were even more unbearable. They dripped on the letterhead and even faded the color of the red letterhead.

2, it is difficult for geese to send books, and they can't dream.

Two Poems Forever in My Heart by Shen Ruyun in Tang Dynasty (I).

It is difficult to send books to geese, and it is also difficult to dream.

May the lonely moon shine on Fu Bo camp.

Explanation:

The geese have already flown away, so it is difficult to send a letter. Too much sadness makes people unable to sleep. I hope I can follow the ubiquitous moon shadow and light up your barracks.

I miss you in a distant place. Outside the blue sky, my once sparkling eyes have become the source of tears today.

From the Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc II".

In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night. I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu.

This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan. Think back to her lover, lover, the person far away from the horizon, the eyes that sent her away, and the source of tears now.

If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!

Explanation:

The sunset is hazy, the stamens are shrouded in light smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night. Zhao Se, who carved the phoenix on the column, just stopped playing and wanted to play the Qin Shu again, but I was afraid of touching the Yuanyang string.

It's a pity that this affectionate song was not delivered. I hope it can be sent to distant Yanran with the spring breeze. Remembering my lover, my lover, who floated across the sky and brought the eyes of that year, has now become the source of tears. If you don't believe me, please come back and look at my face in the mirror!

4, oblique moon curtain, recalling the dream of a gentleman.

Bodhisattva Man, Pear Blossoms Full of Fragrant Snow by Mao Xizhen in the Five Dynasties.

Pears are full of fragrant snow, and tall buildings swallow kites at night. The slanting moon shines on the curtain, recalling your dream.

The shadow of the small window lamp came back, and Yan was surprised and worried. The screen covers the incense and flies, and the clouds disappear.

Explanation:

Pears in the yard are like fragrant snow. The tall building is quiet at night, and the piano under the eaves whimpers in the wind. The crescent moon shines obliquely on the curtain, and it is difficult for the missing husband to meet each other in his dream recently. The dim light and shadow were reflected in the small window, and the sound of swallows between the beams surprised me. Intermittent cigarettes fluttered beside the screen, as if the clouds just dreamed floated home from Wushan.

5. You are a legacy of Nanshan, and I miss home for my sword.

From Su Shi's "Man Jiang Hong Ji Shou Chang, Zhu Shi County, Ezhou" in the Song Dynasty

Jianghan comes from the west, and there are many tall buildings in Pu Tao, with deep blue sea water. I still bring my own, Xuebo, and the spring scenery of Jinjiang. You are a legacy of Nanshan, and I am homesick for foreigners. Are you heartless about this room and the scenery? Speak diligently.

Biography of Jiang Biao, stop reading. Crazy Chu Shi, what a pity. The empty continent is desolate for parrots and reeds. Don't just laugh at the literati fighting the bottom, Cao Gong and Huang Zu are erratic. May you give immortal poems and chase the yellow crane.

Explanation:

The Yangtze River and the Han River pour down from the west. Looking at the Yellow Crane Tower, the vast river is as green and clear as grapes. Rivers are connected, as if they all carry the melting snow and spray of Minshan Mountain and Emei Mountain. This is the spring scenery in Jinjiang. You are a judge who has a reputation of loving the people in Shaanxi, but I am a prodigal son who is homesick. How can I face the scenery here without feelings? I'll tell it urgently.

You must not read Biography of Jiang Biao. Mi Heng is really poor and deeply sorry. Can only be empty to Nautilus Island, and the reed flowers are still bleak. Why do scholars tangle with such people? Cao Cao, Huang Zu and other dignitaries have had it. I hope you can devote yourself to writing poetry like Li Bai and catch up with Cui Hao's famous poem The Yellow Crane Tower.

8. I want some foreign poems

White birch frost (USA) Straight, dark trees lined up, only to see white birch bent down and turned left and right. I always thought that a child "waved" a white sample, but it wouldn't make them bow their heads again.

This is ice. It rained in winter, and when the sun came out the next day, you will definitely see the birch trees covered with ice.

A gust of wind blew, and the branches rattled and flashed with colors. It turns out that this vibration makes the ice crack into countless fine lines on the porcelain bottle. The warmth of the sun caused the hard shell of the crystal to fall off the branches and fall on the snow together-such a pile of broken glass was enough for you to clean, and you thought it was the canopy of the zenith falling down.

Branches that can't bear the weight simply press down until they are close to the grass stuck on the ground, but they don't break; Although it has been pressed so low for so long, the branches can no longer lift their heads. In a few years, you will see those birch trees bending in the forest and their leaves sweeping on the ground, like a girl lying on the ground putting away her long hair and letting the sun dry it.

Where was I just now? It was the icicles after the rain that changed my conversation-I originally wanted to say: I would rather think that a peasant child who was herding cattle bent the vernacular when walking back and forth. The boy is too far from the city and no one teaches baseball. He can only think about what he plays with himself and play with himself. No matter in summer or winter, he conquered his father's trees one by one and rode under his crotch again and again until the stubbornness of the trees was completely subdued: one tree after another became dejected and despondent-until he was no longer useful.

He learned all the tricks: he didn't jump out at once for fear of pulling the trunk to the ground at once. He kept himself steady until he climbed to the top of the tall tree carefully, which was like pouring a glass of water to the edge or even overflowing it.

Then, with a jump, he stretched out his foot first, kicked around in the air and fell to the ground with a whoosh. At that time, I was an expert in "swinging birch trees" myself, and now I dream of swinging birch trees again. That's when I'm tired of worrying about the world, life is too like a forest without a path, groping in it and hitting a spider web, I just feel hot and itchy; Suddenly, a twig hit me head-on, and my eyes hurt so much that I cried.

I really want to die for a while and then come back and do it again. However, don't be the god of fate, deliberately misinterpret me, only half of my wishes are fulfilled, and then I am taken away forever.

If you want to love, you cannot abandon the world. I can't think of a better place to go.

I really want to climb the birch tree, climb the black branches along the snow-white trunk, and climb to the heavenly heart until the tree can no longer support itself, and the top of the tree touches the ground and puts me down. Going and coming back will be much better than "swinging birch trees". But there are many.