A friend's farewell poem: I dismounted, I propose a toast to you and bid farewell to Sanhe, saying that he was chasing six counties.
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. Do nothing wrong, children touch towels.
In this place, Jing Ke bid farewell to Yan Taizi Dan, and the strong man was sad and sorrowful. There were no people before, and now the water is still cold.
Here, you must leave me and drift away for hundreds of miles like loose grass.
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. Flying under the moon, the sea clouds shine like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor.
The cold rain entered Wu day and night, and it was lonely to see Fujian. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
The flowing water is connected to Wugang, so it doesn't hurt to say goodbye. You and I went all the way to the green hills in the rain, at the top of the moon in both places?
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. We waved goodbye and my horse neighed again and again.
I advise you to drink one more glass of wine. Westerners have no reason to go out.
Seeing you off in Nanpu was like crying, and your trip to Xiangzhou made me sad. Unlike Luoyang now, in order to repay the haggard of the old friend.
Peach Blossom Pond and Three thousands of feet are not as good as Wang Lun's love.
I got off the horse, poured you wine and asked where you were going and why. You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life. Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating.
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams. I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.
The ferries of the Willow River are scattered, and the boatman shakes his oars and sails in. Only love, love without hate is like endless spring, no matter the time to send you home in the south and north of the Yangtze River.
Willow green blows the ground, and the flowers are long and sultry. The wicker broke and the flowers flew away. I wonder if pedestrians will come back.
Upstairs, the river was drunk and drunk to bid farewell to the sweet orange pomelo, and the wind and rain in the river brought the boat desolate. Imagine that you are alone in the xiaoxiang moon, listening to the long ape with a melancholy dream.