Please give me a poem to say goodbye to your loved ones

1. "Farewell" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty dismounted his horse and drank his wine, and asked him where he was. Unsatisfied with his words, he returned to the southern border of the mountain. But don't ask again, as the white clouds are endless. 2. "Weicheng Song" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty is also known as "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi". The morning rain in Weicheng is lightly dusty, and the guest house is green and willow is new. I urge you to drink another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. 3. "Send Off to Zizhou Li Shijun" by Tang Wang Wei Wanhe The trees are towering, and thousands of mountains are ringing with cuckoos. A night of rain in the mountains brings out hundreds of springs under the trees. The Han women lose their banners, and the Ba people sue for their taro fields. Wen Weng turns over professors and dares not rely on the sages. 4. "Send Off Qi Wuqian and Return Home" Tang Dynasty There are no hermits in Wang Wei's holy generation, and all the heroic spirits have returned. So the guests from Dongshan are not allowed to pick Wei. When they reach Jinmen far away, they say that my road is not right. I spend cold food in Jianghuai, and sew spring clothes in Beijing and Luo. I drink wine on the road to Chang'an, and I am of the same mind and go against me. We should act like floating laurels. The trees are blowing soon. The trees in the distance bring travelers, and the solitary city is illuminated by the sun. I don’t think it’s suitable for me, so don’t say I have few close friends. 5. "Farewell to a Friend" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. Wandering in the clouds, feeling the love of an old friend in the setting sun. I wave my hand and leave, and the horses are chirping. 6. "Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling" Li Bai, an old friend of the Tang Dynasty, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. Fireworks descend to Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the lonely sail in the distance When the blue sky is gone, only the skyline of the Yangtze River can be seen. 7. "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate" Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty crossed far outside the Jingmen Gate to travel from the Chu Kingdom. The mountains followed the plains and fields, and the river flowed into the wilderness. Under the moon, the sky mirror was flying, and the clouds were forming sea towers. I still pity the water of my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away. 8. "Du Shaofu's Appointment to Shuzhou" The Tang Dynasty King Bocheng Que assisted the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke looked at Wujin. I wanted to say goodbye to you, and we were both officials and travelers. We have close friends in the sea, and we are like neighbors across the world. .Inaction is on the crossroads, and the children are wet with towels. 9. "Farewell to the Capital of Wei Wan" Li Qi of the Tang Dynasty heard the wanderers singing the song of separation. Last night there was a slight frost and they crossed the river for the first time. The geese could not bear to listen in sorrow, and the clouds and mountains were like a guest passing by. The dawn of Guancheng The cold is approaching, and the sound of anvils in the imperial garden becomes more and more late. It is not a place to have fun in Chang'an, which makes the years easy to waste. 11. "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower" The Tang Dynasty King Changling entered Wu in the cold and rainy night, and saw off his guests Chu Shangu in the bright morning. Luoyang Relatives and friends are like asking each other, and a heart of ice is in a jade pot. 12. "Farewell to Dong Da" Tang Cen has traveled thousands of miles away. The yellow clouds are white and the sun is shining, and the north wind is blowing the wild geese and the snow is falling. Don't worry, you have no friends in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. 13. "Farewell" Li Duan "Tang Lulun's old pass is full of decayed grass, and it is sad to say farewell. 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 too late to meet you when it is difficult. Weeping towards each other in the sky, what is the expectation of the wind and dust. 14. "Fu De Du Yu Yu Sends Li Zhou off" Tang Wei Ying Wu In the gentle rain on the Chu River, at the dusk of Jianye. The sails in the desert are heavy, and the birds in the dark leave late. The sea gate is deep and invisible, and the Pu trees are far away. The farewell is infinite and we touch each other's lap. Bisansi. 15. "Sending People to the East Journey" Tang Wenting Yunxu Huang leaves fell, Haoran left the old pass. High winds crossed Hanyang, the first day of Yingmen Mountain. There are a few people on the river, but I am alone at the end of the world. How can we meet again? , Bottles of wine comfort the departed face. 16. "Walking off to Lin Zifang at dawn from Jingci Temple" Song Yang Wanli After all, in June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. 17. " "Rain Lin Bell" The cicadas are mournful in Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty, facing the Changting Pavilion in the evening, the showers have begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat is ruined in the place of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, they are speechless and choked. Thinking about it, thousands of miles away, the mist is heavy, and the dusk is heavy. The clear sky is vast. Since ancient times, passion has hurt parting, and it is even more desolate in the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the evening breeze and the waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scene. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can it be with? Said. 18. "Broken Zhenzi·Writing a poem for Chen Tongfu" Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty was drunk and looked at the sword with a lamp on, and dreamed of blowing the trumpet in the camp. Eight hundred miles away, his subordinates were burning, fifty strings were turned over the wall, and the soldiers were ordered in autumn on the battlefield. The horse is so fast that the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt. It has solved the affairs of the king and won the reputation in life and death, but the misfortune happened in vain.