A poem describing the clutch

Look at "the grass is blue and the sky is blue by the ancient road outside the pavilion", and now "it is a good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and you will meet a gentleman when the flowers fall". However, some people say, "Life is like this. It is better to meet less than to meet more. " Life is like duckweed, sometimes it comes and sometimes it goes.

Parting is always touching, with the sadness of "holding hands and looking at each other with tears, speechless and choking", the encouragement of "Advise you to drink more wine, and everyone in the world will understand you", and the warmth of "the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, sew carefully and make up thoroughly" ......

"Affectionate parting hurts since ancient times, and it is even more worthy of being left out in the cold for the Clear Autumn Festival", but how can it be tears without parting? There is no such thing as a banquet that must come to an end. We only wish, as Su Shi said, "May people live a long life, and when we meet again, we will" cut the candle at the west window "and" hold a cup and talk about Sang Ma ".