1. Beautiful verses about farewell and reluctance
2. Beautiful verses about farewell and reluctance
Beautiful verses about farewell and reluctance 1. Describing farewell Poems about not leaving at all times
1. The ape cries and the guests disperse at the river head at dusk, and the people feel sad and the water flows by itself. ——Tang Dynasty·Liu Changqing's "Resent Pei Langzhong to Jizhou"
Translation: At dusk, the ape's voice was mournful, and the guests by the riverside had already dispersed. The river is rolling and vast, and I feel even more sad and desolate when I am alone.
2. The cold rain came into Wu at night, and I saw off my guests in Chu Shangu in the morning. ——Tang Dynasty·Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower"
Translation: The misty mist and rain spread all over the Wu River and the sky all night long; I see you off early in the morning, and I am alone with Chushan and have endless sorrow!
3. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me. —— "A Gift to Wang Lun" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Translation: Look at the Peach Blossom Pond, even though it is a thousand feet deep, how can it be as emotional as Wang Lun's gift to me.
4. I wish you a bright future, and my handkerchief is stained with tears as I wave my hand. ——Tang Dynasty·Liu Changqing's "Farewell to the King on the Eleventh Journey to the South"
Translation: Looking at your boat sailing towards the vast clouds and water, I wave goodbye frequently and wet my scarf with tears.
5. The old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks descended on Yangzhou in March. ——Tang Dynasty·Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling"
Translation: My old friend waved to me frequently and said goodbye to the Yellow Crane Tower, in this spring of March when catkins are like smoke and flowers are blooming. Go on a long trip to Yangzhou.
6. I urge you to drink another glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends. ——Tang Dynasty·Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song/Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"
Translation: I sincerely advise my friend to drink another glass of wine. It will be difficult to meet old relatives when you leave Yangguan to the west.
2. Poems describing the reluctance to leave when parting.
When the mountain winding road turns around, I can’t see you, and there is only a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me. The green willows are blowing on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky.
When all the wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I would like to ask passers-by whether they are returning home. There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world.
Inaction is on the road, and the children are wet with towels. The green mountains are together with the clouds and rain, but the bright moon has never been the two villages.
The cold rain came all day and night into Wu, and I saw off my guest Chu Shangu in the morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot.
I advise you to have another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. This place is a different place, and I can conquer thousands of miles alone.
Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you. You can't be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
Farewell to Yan Shiyuan and Liu Changqing. The drizzle makes the clothes wet and invisible, and the flowers falling to the ground are silent.
The shadow of a solitary sail on the river as the sun sets, the green grass and the love of Hunan. If you meet an acquaintance and ask about it when you go, Qingpao has already misled the Confucian scholar.
It is sad to see Li Duan and Lu Lun go back to their hometown. The road is out of the cold clouds, when people return to the dusk snow.
It is early for a young man to be a guest, but it is difficult to recognize you late. Covering the tears and facing each other in the sky, where will the wind and dust end? I send Dr. Yan from Guizhou, Han Yu, to Cang Cang Sen Ba Gui. His land is in southern Hunan.
The river is a green belt, and the mountains are like jade hairpins. Many households lose green feathers, and each family grows yellow sweetness.
Far better than ascending to immortality, Fei Luan does not pretend to fly. Xie Ting bid farewell to Xu Hunlao and sang a song to explain the boat trip, red leaves, green mountains and rapids.
At dusk, people are far away from the drunkenness. The sky is full of wind and rain, and I am going down to the west building. I sent him back east to Wenting to garrison the yellow leaves in Yunhuang, and left my hometown in great disarray.
High wind crossing Hanyang, the first day at Yingmen Mountain. There are a few people on the river, but I am alone at the end of the world.
Why should we meet again and drink wine to comfort our faces? Parting from Lu Guimeng's husband is not without tears, and they are not shed during parting.
The stick and the sword are against the wine, and the shame is the face of a wanderer. The viper stings his hand, and the strong man's wrist is freed.
My ambition is fame, so there is no need to sigh in farewell. Sending the Japanese monk Jinglong back to Weizhuang Fusang is already in doubt, and his home is farther east in Fusang.
I will go with my teacher to see who will arrive, a boat with a bright moon and a sail with wind. Sauvignon Blanc Linbu Wu Shanqing, Yue Shanqing.
The green mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait see each other off and greet each other, but who knows the feelings of parting. The king is full of tears, and the concubine is full of tears. Luo and Dai have not yet formed a heart-to-heart knot, and the tide at the head of the river has subsided.
The rain is falling, the willows are falling, the cicadas are chilling, it’s late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat urges him to leave.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and swallowed. Thoughts go thousands of miles away, the sky is vast and the mist is heavy at dusk.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and they are even more unworthy of leaving the Qingqing Festival in the cold. Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank is full of dawn wind and waning moon.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? < /p>
Original text:
The grass grows in Liliyuan, withering and growing every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I also sent the king and grandson away, full of love.
Translation:
The wilderness is covered with lush green grass, which withers and turns green every year.
The fire in the wilderness cannot be burned out, but it becomes full of vitality when the spring breeze blows.
The fragrance of fragrant grass fills the ancient road, and the sun shines on the green city. Then he sent the wanderer on a long journey to the ancient road, looking at the luxuriant grass with full of detachment.
2. "Farewell to the King on the Eleventh Journey to the South" by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
I wish you a bright and beautiful scenery, and wave your hands with tears on your towel. The flying birds are nowhere to be seen, and the green mountains are empty towards people.
The Yangtze River is sailing far away, and the setting sun is spring across the lakes. Who can see that on Tingzhou, the white apples are full of lovesickness and sorrow.
Translation:
Looking at your boat sailing towards the vast clouds, I wave goodbye frequently and my scarf is wet with tears. You are like a flying bird who doesn't know where to go, leaving this piece of green mountain empty to passers-by.
The vast river and a lone sail disappear far away, and you will appreciate the beauty of the five lakes under the setting sun. Who can see me standing on Tingzhou missing you, looking at Bai Ping with my heart filled with infinite sadness.
3. Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty "Resent Dr. Pei to be Demoted to Jizhou"
Original text:
The ape cries and the guests disperse at the head of the river at dusk, and the people feel sad and the water flows.
The same work is chasing the ministers and kings farther away, a lonely boat thousands of miles away from the green mountains.
Translation:
At dusk, the sound of apes is mournful, and the guests seen off by the river have already dispersed. The river is rolling in a vast expanse, and I feel even more sad and desolate when I am alone.
You are both banished and wandering, but your journey is further. Thousands of miles of green mountains, I really miss you.
4. "Farewell to a Friend" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds the east city. This place is a different place, and I can conquer thousands of miles alone.
The thoughts of wandering in the floating clouds, the love of old friends in the setting sun. I waved my hand and went away, and the horses roared.
Translation:
Green mountains stretch across the north of the city, and white water flows through the east city. We will part ways here, and we will embark on a lonely journey after traveling thousands of miles away.
The drifting clouds are the wanderer's artistic conception, while the sunset that refuses to set is the nostalgia of an old friend. At this moment, I waved and left, and all I could hear in my ears was the whine of a stray horse.
5. "Two Farewells to Xin Jian at Furong Tower (Part 1)" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
A cold and rainy night entered Wu, and it was Pingming See off guests in Chu Shan Gu.
Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot.
Translation:
I came to Wudi at night when the cold rain filled the river sky. After seeing off my friends at dawn, only the lonely shadow of Chu Mountain was left.
When you arrive in Luoyang, if any relatives or friends ask you about me, please tell them that my heart is still as pure as the ice in a jade pot, untainted by fame, wealth and other worldly sentiments.
6. "Yellow Crane Tower Sends Meng Haoran to Guangling" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
Translation:
My friend waved goodbye to me at the Yellow Crane Tower. He was going to Yangzhou in the sunny March.
The shadow of his sail gradually disappeared into the blue sky, and only the billowing Yangtze River was seen rushing across the horizon.
4. I want a sad and beautiful sentence about being reluctant to leave your lover but you must leave
The sad and beautiful sentences about being reluctant to leave your lover but you must leave are:
1. I'm reluctant to let you go, but I can't keep you if you leave. I can only say have a nice trip.
2. Life is a long road, you and I meet and part again. The reunion is always short-lived, but the separation is long-lasting. I only hope that each other's hearts can be closely together.
3. What was right or wrong in the past is understood at this moment.
4. Whoever comes in the morning and is drunk in the forest with autumn frost will always shed tears when leaving.
5. I didn’t know the feeling of parting was so desolate, and I didn’t know it was necessary to be so strong to say goodbye. There is only separation and let time forget this tacit understanding.
6. Parting has torn apart years of friendship. We firmly believe that the distance of time and space cannot block the distance between our hearts, but distant blessings cannot replace hand-in-hand mutual assistance.
7. The fiery red clouds are after the rain, the sincere friendship is after farewell, the flowing water is not blocked by stones, and the friendship is not separated by distance.
8. As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
9. The white clouds in the blue sky are the slightest sadness in my heart; however, my mind is as clear as the sky, because I think of our reunion soon.
10. With your sincerity, kindness and versatility, even if you are far away from your homeland and wandering around the world, there is no need to worry about not finding a soulmate who is like you.
5. Good words and sentences about saying goodbye
You left,
When the moon sets in the west
Concentrated The thick night fills your deep sigh
The heavy lake water ripples the melancholy in your eyes
I try to hold each other's memories with both hands
The night sky passes by The meteor
The memory that shatters the soul
You are gone
When the Yangguan song plays
The ancient song under the west wind The loneliness scattered all over your place
Who can understand your low cry in this world
I tried to use my arms to prevent you from leaving
You The persistent eyes tell me
You will not stop for anyone
Once you leave,
I will not stand at this parting intersection for a long time
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Waiting will only make heartbreak more heartbreaking
Make loneliness more lonely
You are gone
Step softly
p>Don’t let the dust of parting cover your back
Looking back suddenly
Do you see my eyes engraved with your name
< p> FarewellMy eyes were wandering and I couldn't control my steps. In the doubtful eyes of others, I ran wildly to and from the train station, but time and time again, I didn't let my heart go. It's cold. Have you left already? Impossible. No!
The reality made me afraid and regretful. Complex emotions rushed into my heart in an instant, making me dumbfounded. I could only stop my hurried steps and stand where I thought a miracle might come. I was at a loss...
Facing the bustling street with crowds of people, and the screen showing farewells and lingering memories again and again, I was a little scared. Maybe, if I didn’t see him, I wouldn’t shed tears...
Sitting stupidly on the seat in the waiting room, staring at the ticket gate, this may be the only hope. I really can't do anything, I can only resign myself to fate!
Maybe God has mercy and takes pity on me, a silly girl. He appeared and my efforts were worth it!
Like the rest of the world, the tears I had suppressed for a long time finally flowed out. The train stopped for just five minutes, and it was these five minutes that made us separate again. Standing in place, There is still his residual warmth in my body, but the train has left and disappeared from my blurry sight... Goodbye!
Is there a window
that can keep you from despair
Take a look at the colorful world
It turns out to be like a dream
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Some people cry
Some people laugh
Some people lose
Some people get old
The ending is not the same
Is there a kind of love
that can keep you from getting hurt
How much has accumulated over the years
Intimate words for you
What wine can’t wake you up
What pain can’t be forgotten
If you move forward
it’s impossible to look back
Friends, don’t cry
p>I am still the destination of your soul
Believe in your own path
In the world of mortals
There are too many confused and infatuated pursuits
Your suffering
I feel it too
I have always been in the deepest part of your heart
I will not be lonely if I am with you
In the sea of ??people
It is rare to have a few true friends
This love
Please don’t care
Once upon a time, we* **Work together. Once upon a time, we all struggled together. Once upon a time, we walked through the wind and rain and saw a rainbow full of hope. Now, you are leaving as gently as you came. Let me read a poem and bid farewell to your gentle footsteps. Goodbye, we will meet again.
6. Poems about reluctance when parting Poems of She
1. The ape cries and the guests disperse at the river head at dusk, and the water flows naturally when people feel sad. ——Tang Dynasty·Liu Changqing's "Resent Pei Langzhong to Jizhou"
Translation: At dusk, the ape's voice was mournful, and the guests by the riverside had already dispersed. The river is rolling and vast, and I feel even more sad and desolate when I am alone.
2. The cold rain came into Wu at night, and I saw off my guests in Chu Shangu in the morning. ——Tang Dynasty·Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower"
Translation: The misty mist and rain spread all over the Wu River and the sky all night long; I see you off early in the morning, and I am alone with Chushan and have endless sorrow!
3. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me. —— "A Gift to Wang Lun" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Translation: Look at the Peach Blossom Pond, even though it is a thousand feet deep, how can it be as emotional as Wang Lun's gift to me.
4. I wish you a bright future, and my handkerchief is stained with tears as I wave my hand. ——Tang Dynasty·Liu Changqing's "Farewell to the King on the Eleventh Journey to the South"
Translation: Looking at your boat sailing towards the vast clouds and water, I wave goodbye frequently and wet my scarf with tears.
5. The old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks descended on Yangzhou in March.
——Tang Dynasty·Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling"
Translation: My old friend waved to me frequently and said goodbye to the Yellow Crane Tower, in this spring of March when catkins are like smoke and flowers are blooming. Go on a long trip to Yangzhou.
6. I urge you to drink another glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends. ——Tang Dynasty·Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song/Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"
Translation: I sincerely advise my friend to drink another glass of wine. It will be difficult to meet old relatives when you leave Yangguan to the west.
2. Poems describing the reluctance to leave when parting.
When the mountain winding road turns around, I can’t see you, and there is only a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me. The green willows are blowing on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky.
When all the wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I would like to ask passers-by whether they are returning home. There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world.
Inaction is on the road, and the children are wet with towels. The green mountains are together with the clouds and rain, but the bright moon has never been the two villages.
The cold rain came all day and night into Wu, and I saw off my guest Chu Shangu in the morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot.
I advise you to have another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. This place is a different place, and I can conquer thousands of miles alone.
Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you. You can't be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
Farewell to Yan Shiyuan and Liu Changqing. The drizzle makes the clothes wet and invisible, and the flowers falling to the ground are silent.
The shadow of a solitary sail on the river as the sun sets, the green grass and the love of Hunan. If you meet an acquaintance and ask about it when you go, Qingpao has already misled the Confucian scholar.
It is sad to see Li Duan and Lu Lun go back to their hometown. The road is out of the cold clouds, when people return to the dusk snow.
It is early for a young man to be a guest, but it is difficult to recognize you late. Covering the tears and facing each other in the sky, where will the wind and dust end? I send Dr. Yan from Guizhou, Han Yu, to Cang Cang Sen Ba Gui. His land is in southern Hunan.
The river is a green belt, and the mountains are like jade hairpins. Many households lose green feathers, and each family grows yellow sweetness.
Far better than ascending to immortality, Fei Luan does not pretend to fly. Xie Ting bid farewell to Xu Hunlao and sang a song to explain the boat trip, red leaves, green mountains and rapids.
At dusk, people are far away from the drunkenness. The sky is full of wind and rain, and I am going down to the west building. I sent him back east to Wenting to garrison the yellow leaves in Yunhuang, and left my hometown in great disarray.
High wind crossing Hanyang, the first day at Yingmen Mountain. There are a few people on the river, but I am alone at the end of the world.
Why should we meet again and drink wine to comfort our faces? Parting from Lu Guimeng's husband is not without tears, and they are not shed during parting.
The stick and the sword are against the wine, and the shame is the face of a wanderer. The viper stings his hand, and the strong man's wrist is freed.
My ambition is fame, so there is no need to sigh in farewell. Sending the Japanese monk Jinglong back to Weizhuang Fusang is already in doubt, and his home is farther east in Fusang.
I will go with my teacher to see who will arrive, a boat with a bright moon and a sail with wind. Sauvignon Blanc Linbu Wu Shanqing, Yue Shanqing.
The green mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait see each other off and greet each other, but who knows the feelings of parting. The king is full of tears, and the concubine is full of tears. Luo and Dai have not yet formed a heart-to-heart knot, and the tide at the head of the river has subsided.
The rain is falling, the willows are falling, the cicadas are chilling, it’s late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat urges him to leave.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and swallowed. Thoughts go thousands of miles away, the sky is vast and the mist is heavy at dusk.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and they are even more unworthy of leaving the Qingqing Festival in the cold. Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank is full of dawn wind and waning moon.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? < /p>
Original text:
The grass grows in Liliyuan, withering and growing every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I also sent the king and grandson away, full of love.
Translation:
The wilderness is covered with lush green grass, which withers and turns green every year. The fire in the wilderness cannot be burned out, but it becomes full of vitality when the spring breeze blows.
The fragrance of fragrant grass fills the ancient road, and the sun shines on the green city. Then he sent the wanderer on a long journey to the ancient road, looking at the luxuriant grass with full of detachment.
2. "Farewell to the King on the Eleventh Journey to the South" by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
I wish you a bright and beautiful scenery, and wave your hands with tears on your towel. The flying birds are nowhere to be seen, and the green mountains are empty towards people.
The Yangtze River is sailing far away, and the setting sun is spring across the lakes. Who can see that on Tingzhou, the white apples are full of lovesickness and sorrow.
Translation:
Looking at your boat sailing towards the vast clouds, I wave goodbye frequently and my scarf is wet with tears. You are like a flying bird who doesn't know where to go, leaving this piece of green mountain empty to passers-by.
The vast river and a lone sail disappear far away, and you will appreciate the beauty of the five lakes under the setting sun. Who can see me standing on Tingzhou missing you, looking at Bai Ping with my heart filled with infinite sadness.
3. Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty "Resent Dr. Pei to be Demoted to Jizhou"
Original text:
The ape cries and the guests disperse at the head of the river at dusk, and the people feel sad and the water flows.
The same work is chasing the ministers and kings farther away, a lonely boat thousands of miles away from the green mountains.
Translation:
At dusk, the sound of apes is mournful, and the guests seen off by the river have already dispersed. The river is rolling in a vast expanse, and I feel even more sad and desolate when I am alone.
You are both banished and wandering, but your journey is further. Thousands of miles of green mountains, I really miss you.
4. "Farewell to a Friend" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds the east city. This place is a different place, and I can conquer thousands of miles alone.
The thoughts of wandering in the floating clouds, the love of old friends in the setting sun. I waved my hand and went away, and the horses roared.
Translation:
Green mountains stretch across the north of the city, and white water flows through the east city. We will part ways here, and we will embark on a lonely journey after traveling thousands of miles away.
The drifting clouds are the wanderer's artistic conception, while the sunset that refuses to set is the nostalgia of an old friend. At this moment, I waved and left, and all I could hear in my ears was the whine of a stray horse.
5. "Two Farewells to Xin Jian at Furong Tower (Part 1)" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
A cold and rainy night entered Wu, and it was Pingming See off guests in Chu Shan Gu.
Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot.
Translation:
I came to Wudi at night when the cold rain filled the river sky. After seeing off my friends at dawn, only the lonely shadow of Chu Mountain was left.
When you arrive in Luoyang, if any relatives or friends ask you about me, please tell them that my heart is still as pure as the ice in a jade pot, untainted by fame, wealth and other worldly sentiments.
6. "Yellow Crane Tower Sends Meng Haoran to Guangling" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
Translation:
My friend waved goodbye to me at the Yellow Crane Tower. He was going to Yangzhou in the sunny March.
The shadow of his sail gradually disappeared into the blue sky, and only the billowing Yangtze River was seen rushing across the horizon.
4. What poems are there to say goodbye to friends
Collection of ancient farewell poems_Baidu Wenku
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A Collection of Ancient Farewell Poems
For Wang Lun------Li Bai Li Bai was about to board the boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s love for me! Farewell to a Friend------Li Bai Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds Dongcheng. This place is a different place, and I can conquer thousands of miles alone. The wandering clouds convey the love of an old friend. I waved my hand and went away, and the horses roared. Farewell to the ancient original grass ------Bai Juyi The grass grows in the original place, and it withers and grows every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I also sent the king and grandson away, full of love. Farewell to Dong Da------Gao Shi. Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you. Sent to Du Shaofu to be appointed as Shuchuan------Wang Bo. The city was built to assist the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke looked across the five continents. I am separated from you, and we are both eunuchs. There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world. Inaction is on the Qi Road, and the children are wet with towels. Weicheng Song------Wang Wei The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and the willows are new. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends. Sending Magistrate Wu back to the capital ------ Cen Shen The white grass on the ground is blown by the north wind, and snow is falling in August. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom. Scattered into the pearl curtain and wet Luo curtain, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin. The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the protective armor is still cold. The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away. The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for the returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, lutes and flutes. Snow falls one after another at the gate of the camp, and the wind blows and the red flag remains frozen. I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the road to Tianshan Mountain was covered with snow. You can't be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow. Farewell to Li Shutong
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky, the evening wind caresses the willows and the sound of flutes lingers, and the sun sets outside the mountains. At the end of the sky, in the corner of the earth, acquaintances are half scattered, a pot of turbid wine is used up, and the sun sets outside the mountains. "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower" - Wang Changling
A cold and rainy night entered Wu, and I saw off my guest Chu Shangu in the bright light. Relatives and friends in Luoyang asked each other, and their hearts were filled with ice in the jade pot. "Farewell to Meng Haoran at the Yellow Crane Tower" "Guangling" - Li Bai's old friend said goodbye to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, [1] Fireworks under Yangzhou in March. [2]
The shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, [3] only the Yangtze River is seen flowing in the sky. "Rain" "Lin Ling" - Liu Yonghan's cicadas are sad, it's late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop. [2] Dumen tent
Drinking without emotion, [3] The place of nostalgia, [4] Orchid boat prompts the departure. [5] Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. [6] Thoughts - thousands of miles away, [7] The dusk is sinking in the sky. [8] Passion has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqiu Festival. Tonight
Where to wake up from the wine, on the bank of willows, with the evening wind and the waning moon. After so many years, [9] it should be a good time and beautiful scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can I tell them.
[10 "Treading on the Shasha" - Ouyang Xiuhou Pavilion's plum blossoms are withered, the willows on the stream bridge are thin, the grass is fragrant and the wind is warm and swaying the bridle. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is endless like spring water. Every inch of the intestines is full of pink tears, and the building is not high. Near the dangerous railing, there are spring mountains at the end of Pingwu, and travelers are outside the spring mountains.
A collection of ancient farewell poems Crossing the Jingmen gate to say goodbye ------ Li Bai crossed the far Jingmen gate to travel from the state of Chu. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness. Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower. Still feeling pity for the water in my hometown, I send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
Farewell in the mountains ------ Wang Wei Farewell to each other in the mountains, the sun sets over the firewood. The grass will be green next spring, will the kings and grandsons return? Farewell------Wang Wei got off his horse and drank your wine, and asked you where you were. You are dissatisfied with your words, so you return to sleep in the south mountain frontier. But don’t ask again, the white clouds are endless. Farewell to the ancient original grass ------Bai Juyi The grass grows in the original place, and it withers and grows every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I also sent the king and grandson away, full of love. Farewell to Dongda ------ It's a thousand miles away from Gao Shi. The yellow clouds are white and the sun is shining brightly. The north wind is blowing the geese and the snow is falling. Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you. Farewell to a Friend------Li Bai Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds Dongcheng. This place is a different place, and I can conquer thousands of miles alone. The wandering clouds convey the love of an old friend. I waved my hand and went away, and the horses roared. Sent to Du Shaofu to be appointed as Shuchuan------Wang Bo. The city was built to assist the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke looked across the five continents. I am separated from you, both are officials and travelers. There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world. Inaction is on the Qi Road, and the children's clothes are stained with towels. Weicheng Song------Wang Wei Weicheng is covered with light dust in the morning rain, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends. Farewell ------Wang Zhihuan Willow trees in the east wind, green and green on the river. The pain of climbing up and down recently is probably due to the many separations. Sending Magistrate Wu back to the capital------Cen Shen is blown by the north wind and the white grass on the ground is broken, and it is snowing in August. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom. Scattered into the pearl curtain and wet Luo curtain, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin. The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the protective armor is still cold. The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away. The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for the returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, lutes and flutes. Snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold. I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the road to Tianshan Mountain was covered with snow. You can't be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
5. Sentences to describe reluctance when parting.
1: Don’t ask me anything after farewell. There are infinite things that can’t be said.
2: One day you can go into my heart, and you will see that it is all the sadness you have given me.
3: Don’t try to make any excuses for yourself. There is no excuse for mistakes, mistakes are mistakes.
4: I am about to say goodbye to the third grade of junior high school, and I am also saying goodbye to you, everything here, and maybe we are also about to say goodbye to our ignorant youth. Although we are reluctant and reluctant to give up, we must stick to our dreams, because dreams, like classics, will never fade with the passage of time. The longer time goes by, the more precious they become, just like the love between us. The same camaraderie.
5: Write love as an immortal legend at the gates of the city. Then, will you brave the ice and snow and brave the thorns to come?
6: People often say that parting is sad, but in some ways, I am very happy to go because I have gained a valuable asset, which is four years of good time. I think no matter what Whenever and wherever, as long as I recall this time, my heart will be filled with happiness, because you are smiling at me right in front of my eyes, just like before.
7: I suddenly realized that I was no longer the shy girl back then. Getting up, I didn't look back. Far away, beautiful, everything has become the youth frozen in memory. Keep it in mind and recall it, because I don’t want to erase every beautiful episode in life.
8: After a day of separation, people in the two places become thinner, have no appetite for three meals, the four seasons are less spring and autumn, the whole body is depressed, the six relatives cannot persuade, the seven emotions have no home, eight points is a sentence of loneliness and reluctance to leave. 60 sentences of farewell and 60 sentences of farewell.
9: Farewell tomorrow morning, I hope the clouds and the bright sun will accompany you to the far end of the world; the flowers and green grass will accompany you to spread out the distant future.
10: There is a good relationship between gold and jade. I only remember the alliance between wood and stone. Facing the sky, you can see the crystal clear snow in the mountains; never forget the lonely forest in the fairyland.
6. Poems describing the reluctance to leave when parting
The winding mountain road cannot see you, leaving a horse trail in the sky above the snow. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's sending me love. The willows are green. Blowing to the ground, the poplars are flying in the sky. The willow branches are broken and the flowers are flying. I ask the travelers whether they are returning home. There are close friends in the sea, and the ends of the world are as close as neighbors. Inaction is on the road, and the children are wet with towels. The clouds and rain are all the way along the green mountains. How could the bright moon be? Two townships. It is cold and rainy all night, and I enter Wu in the morning. I see off my guests from Chu Shangu in the morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, and my heart is filled with ice in a jade pot. I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west. My old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. Fireworks fall in Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the solitary sail is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. This place is different, and the solitary sail has marched thousands of miles. Don’t worry about having no friends in the road ahead, no one in the world knows you. You can’t see you when you turn around in the mountains, and the snow There is a place for horses to leave in the sky. I send Yan Shiyuan and Liu Changqing to lean on the spring breeze in Helv City. The water country is cold in spring and the clouds are clear again. The drizzle is invisible and the wet clothes are invisible. The idle flowers fall to the ground and are silent. The shadow of the solitary sail on the river in the setting sun is green. The grass is green and the love of Hunan is thousands of miles away. If you leave, When I meet an acquaintance, I ask, "Qingpao has mistaken Confucian scholars now. I send Li Duan and Lu Lun to his hometown, and the grass is everywhere. It is sad to say goodbye. The road is out of the cold clouds, and people return to the dusk and snow. It is early for a young man to be a guest, but it is difficult to meet you late." Covering the tears and facing each other in the sky, where will the wind and dust end? I send this letter to Dr. Yan from Guizhou, Han Yu, who has eight osmanthus trees and eight osmanthus trees. This land is in southern Hunan. The river is a green belt, and the mountains are like jade hairpins. Many households have green feathers, and their families grow yellow ganache. It is far better than ascending to immortals, and the flying luan is not false. Xie Ting Farewell to Xu Hunlao, a song tells the story of the boat trip, red leaves, green mountains and rapids. The sun sets and the wine wakes up. People are far away, and the sky is full of wind and rain. I go down to the west building. I send people back east to Wenting to garrison the yellow leaves. They leave the hometown in a grand way. The wind is high and the Hanyang ferry is on the first day. Yingmen Mountain. There are a few people on the river, and the lonely boat is back at the end of the world. Why should we meet again and respect the wine to comfort the parting face. Parting Lu Guimeng's husband is not without tears, and they will not be shed during parting. The stick and sword respect the wine, and it is shameful to be a wanderer's face. As soon as the snake stings the hand, the strong man's wrist will be freed. His ambition is fame and fame, so there is no need to sigh at farewell. It is already in confusion to send the Japanese monk Jinglong back to Weizhuang Fusang, and his home is farther east in Fusang. Who will I talk to here? Arrive, a boat with a bright moon and a sail with wind. Sauvignon trees bloom in the woods. Wushan is green, and the mountains are green. The green mountains on both sides of the strait greet each other, but who knows the love of parting. The king is full of tears, the concubine is full of tears, Luo Dai has not yet made a heart-to-heart knot, the tide at the head of the river has subsided. The rain Linling, Liu Yonghan, and cicadas are mournful. It's late in the pavilion, and the showers have begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent. I am nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging me to start. I hold hands and look at each other's tearful eyes, but I am speechless. Thinking about it, I have gone thousands of miles away, and the mist is heavy at dusk. The clear sky is vast. Passionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, and they are even more desolate in the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight, the dawn wind is waning on the willow bank. After so many years, it should be a good time and beautiful scene in vain. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them? ..