We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. Farewell Tang went to Shu as viceroy;
You and I have similar fates, running around in official career, far from home. As long as you have intimate friends, you don't feel far away within the four seas. Even at the ends of the earth, I feel like a close neighbor.
2. The warmth of friends:
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. A song "Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Homecoming" in Tang Dynasty;
The winding mountain road has lost sight of you, leaving only a line of horseshoe prints on the snow. ?
3. The warmth of spring:
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. Recalling Jiangnan: Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Spring is coming, the sun rises from the river, making the flowers on the river brighter than red, and the green river greener than blue grass.
4. The warmth of summer:
I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will get deeper when it clears up in summer.
It kept raining, and when it cleared up, I didn't know that spring had passed, and summer was already very late.
5, the warmth of the family:
Qingpingle villager ju
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
Translation:
The eaves of the hut are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
Wu dialect, slightly drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is that old man with white hair?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off the lotus just picked.