1． Wang Bo: "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"
I want to say goodbye to you,
We are both official travelers.
There are close friends in the sea,
We are neighbors as far apart as the world.
2． Li Bai: "Send Off a Friend"
Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds the east city.
This place is different, and I have to march thousands of miles alone.
The wandering clouds are like a wandering child, and the setting sun is about old friends.
I wave my hand and go away, the sound of horses roaring.
3. Bai Juyi: "Farewell to the Ancient Grass in Fude"
The grass grows in the original field, withering and flourishing every year.
The wildfire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows it again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
I sent the king and grandson off again, and the love was full of farewell.
4. Wang Wei: "The Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty,
The guest houses are green and the willows are new.
I urge you to drink another glass of wine.
There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west.
5. Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower"
I entered Wu at night in the cold rain,
I saw off my guest Chu Shangu in the bright morning.
Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other,
A heart of ice is in a jade pot.
6. Gao Shi: "Farewell to Dong Da"
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun,
The north wind blows wild geese and snow.
Don’t worry, you will have no friends in the future.
No one in the world will know you.
7. Li Bai: "A Gift to Wang Lun"
Li Bai was about to leave in a boat.
Suddenly he heard singing on the shore.
The water of Peach Blossom Pond is three thousand feet,
It is not as good as Wang Lun’s love for me.
8. Li Bai: "Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling"
The old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west,
Fireworks descend to Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky,
Only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
9. Cen Shen: "Bai Xuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
The north wind blows the white grass on the ground, and it is snowing in August.
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and cold.
The vast sea is covered with thousands of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, as well as playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes.
Dusk snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the wind blows and the red flag remains frozen.
I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
10． Li Shutong: "Farewell"
Outside the long pavilion,
beside the ancient road,
the green grass reaches the sky.
The evening breeze carries the faint sound of the willow flute,
The setting sun is outside the mountains.
The end of the sky,
The corner of the sea,
Half of my close friends are scattered.
A ladle of turbid wine will wipe out the remaining joy,
Don’t dream cold tonight.
Poetry of Reunion
"Returning to Hometown"
Author: He Zhizhang
When a young boy leaves home and his eldest brother returns, his local pronunciation remains unchanged. Hair on the temples.
Children don’t recognize each other when they see each other, and they laugh and ask where the guest is from.
"Qingpingle·Village Living"
Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.
Wu Yin is very charming when drunk,
Whose old lady has white hair?
The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream,
The middle son is weaving a chicken coop.
My favorite child is a scoundrel,
lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.
"Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night"
Wang Jian
Crows roost on the white trees in the atrium, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.
Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn?