Silkworms don't cocoon, but hang silk all night
Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. A ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. In front of my old door, in the yellow grass, we are still wandering, and our hearts are full of sadness. The way you walked into the sky, when I saw the snow falling at dusk, I came back. When I was young, my father and I traveled abroad, and I had no time to meet you in many difficulties and hardships. Hide your face and cry, where does the dust go?
In this place, Jing Ke bid farewell to Yan Taizi Dan, and the strong man was sad and sorrowful. -Luo "Xiao Shui Farewell"
Teenagers leave home, old people return, local accent remains unchanged, and temples have declined —— The Homecoming Letter by Tang He
Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the sound of old mountains-Five Books by Tang and Si Kongtu
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.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun in Tang Dynasty
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
Don't be sad, be sad, and be separated from each other —— Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Think Less about Life" in Chu Ci of the Warring States Period
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. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Listening to acacia in running water, folding willows to send Tanabata.
Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.
Green heart Ji move, leisurely, even if I don't go, Zi Ning will not inherit this voice? Qing Pei, I miss Long. Even if I don't go, I won't come, will I? Come on, always open your eyes, on this high tower. A day without seeing your face seems as long as March!
When Mo Yan meets, the sky should be different.
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. (Li Bai: "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou"
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day. I drank a river.
Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.
Since ancient times, it is even more worthy of being left out! -Liu Yong's Lin Yuling
Just look at the lake in front of the door, without changing the waves of the past —— A book on the two hometowns of Tang and He
The day of parting is far away, but the day of dressing has slowed down-nineteen ancient Chinese poems, which continue.
The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? (Bai Juyi: "Fu De Gu Cao Yuan Farewell"
Only dreams can meet again, and dreams can't be made by people.
I will never regret the widening of my belt, and I will languish for those who have disappeared.
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! (Wang Changling: Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn)
We watched him go east through the wheel tower door, leaving only hoofprint behind him. (Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)
The Sixth Army has agreed that they will all be stationed in Malaysia. On the old Qixi Festival, we also laughed at the Weaver Girl.
After all, the world is just a small place. Sent someone to deliver Farewell to the Governor in Shu.
Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. 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. (Wang Wei: "Send Yuan Er An Xi"
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. (Li Bai: "Send a friend"
Who can bear to peek at the river people and ask about the bullfight?
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. -Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip