Poems reflecting the feelings of friends:
1. I have bidden my pupil to sweep the grassy path, for the coming of my friend. Qian Qi's "from my study at the mouth of the valley a message to censor yang"
2. In order to pity the old friend, I feel sorry for the horse. Gao Shi's Send Wei Ba
3, and we talk again and laugh again just as in earlier days, except that the hair on our heads is tinged now with grey. Wei Yingwu's a greeting on the huai river to my old friends from liangchuan
4. Mochow has no bosom friend before her, and everyone in the world knows you. Gao Shi's "Biedong Da"
5. Jiangnan has nothing, and a spring is given. Lu Kai's "A Gift to Fan Ye"
6. Friends from the same family and comrades are friends. A husband does not shed tears, nor does he spill parting rooms. Lu Guimeng's "Parting"
7. The cold flute is opposite to Jingkou, so the old man is in Xiangyang. Liu Jixu's "The Yangtze River sends Meng Haoran in late autumn"
8. In Songjiang, I miss my old friend and lie in the clouds. Wu Wenying's
9. Birds in Chai Men are noisy, and they return home thousands of miles away. Du Fu's Three Poems of Qiang Village
1, we open your window over garden and field, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. Meng Haoran's
11. When an old friend is in it, the dust is falling. Su Shi's
12. Friends need to be light when painting, and mountains like papers don't like being flat. Weng Zhao's Searching for Mountains with Friends
13, and some day meet an old wood-cutter, and talk and laugh and never return. My retreat at mount zhongnan by Wang Wei
14, there meet by chance, south of the river, dreaming doubters of a dream. Dai Shulun's
15. Don't miss your old country and try new tea with new fire. Su Shi's
16, "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River", the passengers are always full, and the cups are not empty. Kong Rong's Poems
17. An old friend, an official in Southern Yan, has a better name. Cen Can's
18, we are both unhappy -- to the sky's end, we meet. We understand. What does acquaintance matter?. Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
19. I met Qi Nan, who was alone at the age of cold, so I embraced him. Wang Yun's "Shui Long Yin sent Jiao Hezhi to Xixia Province"
2. Love for old friends is heavy, and traces of * * * teenagers are sparse. Bai Juyi's "Ode to the Old and Give Dreams"