1. "Farewell" by Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty
Dismounted from his horse and drank your wine, and asked you where you were. You are dissatisfied with your words, so you return to the south mountain frontier. But don’t ask again, the white clouds are endless.
2. "Weicheng Song" by Tang Wangwei
Also known as "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored.
I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.
3. "Farewell to Prince Li of Zizhou" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of valleys have towering trees, and thousands of mountains ring with cuckoos. It rained all night in the mountains, and there were hundreds of springs under the trees.
The Han women lost their banners and cloth, and the Ba people sued for their taro fields. Wen Weng turned over professors and did not dare to rely on sages.
4. "Send Off Qi Wu Luo Di and Return Home" by Tang Wangwei
There are no hermits in the Holy Age, and all the heroic spirits have returned. So the guests from Dongshan were not allowed to visit Caiwei.
Now that we are far away from Kinmen, who can tell that my path is wrong? The cold food is spent in Jianghuai, and the spring clothes are sewn in Jingluo.
Putting wine on Chang'an Road, you are of the same mind and against me. When walking, there is a floating osmanthus tree, and soon the thorn leaf is brushed.
The trees in the distance lead travelers, and the rays of light are falling on the lonely city. If my plan is not suitable, don't say that I have few close friends.
5. "Send Off a Friend" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds the east city. This place is a different place, and I can conquer thousands of miles alone.
The wandering clouds convey the love of an old friend. I waved my hand and went away, and the horses roared.
6. "Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
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.
7. "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Crossing the distance outside the Jingmen Gate, I came to travel from the Kingdom of Chu. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.
Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower. I still feel sorry for the water in my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
8. "Du Shaofu's Appointment to Shuzhou" by Tang Wangbo
The city gate assists the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke look forward to Wujin. I want to say goodbye to you, we are both eunuchs.
There are close friends in the sea, and they are like neighbors in the world. If you do nothing, you will be on the wrong road, and your children will be stained with towels.
9. "Farewell to the Capital of Wei Wan" by Li Qi of the Tang Dynasty
I heard in the morning that the wanderers were singing the song of separation, and last night there was a slight frost on the river for the first time.
The swan geese cannot bear to listen to the sorrow, and the situation of Yunshan is like a guest.
The dawn in Guancheng is getting colder, and the sound of anvils in the imperial garden is getting louder in the evening.
More than Chang'an, a place of pleasure, time will easily be wasted.
11. "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower" by Changling, King of the Tang Dynasty
Entering Wu at night in the cold and rainy night, I saw off my guest Chu Shangu in the bright light.
When relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, their hearts are filled with ice in a jade pot.
12. "Farewell to Dong Da" by Tang Cen Shen
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow.
Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you.
13. "Farewell to Li Duan" by Tang Lulun
The old gate is decaying and the grass is everywhere, and it is sad to say farewell. The road is out of the cold clouds, when people return to the dusk snow.
It is early for a young man to be a guest, but it is difficult to recognize you late. Weeping towards each other in the sky, what is expected of the wind and dust.
14. "The Dude Rain Sends Li Zhou to Li Zhou" by Tang Wei Yingwu
In the gentle rain on the Chu River, at the dusk of Jianye. The sail of Momo comes with heavy weight, and the bird of darkness leaves late.
The sea gate is deep and invisible, and the Pu tree is far away. The love for each other is infinite, and a piece of clothing is better than a loose thread.
15. "Sending People to Journey to the East" by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
The yellow leaves fall in the deserted place, leaving the hometown in awe. The wind is high and I cross Hanyang, the first day is Yingmen Mountain.
There are a few people on the river, but I am alone at the end of the world. Why should we meet again and drink wine to comfort our faces?
16. "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
17. "Rain Lin Bell" Liuyong, Song Dynasty
The cicadas are mournful, it is late in the pavilion, and the shower has begun to stop.
Drinking in the Dumen tent has no emotions, and in the place of nostalgia, the orchid boat destroys the hair.
Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads across the sky.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival.
Where can I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows and the waning moon in the evening breeze.
After so many years, it should be a time of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them.
18. "Breaking the Array: Composing a Poem for Chen Tongfu" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty
I read the sword while drunk, and dreamed of blowing the trumpet in the camp.
Eight hundred miles away, the subordinates are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings turning outside the Great Wall, and the autumn order of troops on the battlefield.
The horse is flying fast, and the bow is shaking like a thunderbolt.
To end the affairs of the king and the world, and to gain fame both in life and in life, misfortune happened in vain.