Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you.
The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world is at this moment.
There are close friends in the sea, and they are like neighbors in the world.
I advise you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west.
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
Sending goose feathers from thousands of miles away is a light gift but heavy with affection.
You know the pines and cypresses when the weather is cold, and the true love is revealed in times of adversity.
We know each other no matter how far we are, but we are still neighbors thousands of miles away.
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me.