The holiday is coming, and my old classmates are separated from you for the time being. What poems do you think of?
Your departure, our two officials run counter to each other. After all, the world is just a small place. ("Farewell Du to Shu Guan")
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. (Li Bai: "Farewell to Friends" Looking at the blue sky, I saw the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
(Li Bai: "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou")