I'm going to graduate. Help me write a farewell poem for my classmates. It's ancient. Poetry is fine.

Farewell:

Weichengqu (originally: the second ambassador of Song and Yuan Dynasties in Anxi)

Don

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.

Say goodbye to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou

Tang Libai

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.

Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.

Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu (Wang Bo)

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.

Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.

Farewell to Wang Wei

Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset.

The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? .

Send someone to find Liu Changqing.

Can floating clouds and storks become tenants of our world? !

Please don't buy a famous mountain, it's a world-famous place.

Send Cui Jiu to Pei Di.

If you want to go back to the mountain, whether it is deep or shallow, go and have a look; These mountains and gullies are pure and beautiful, which are worth appreciating.

Instead of learning from Wu Lingren described by Tao Yuanming, he stayed in the Peach Blossom Garden for a few days and then hurried out of the mountain.

Send a friend Li Bai.

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.

With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.