An ancient poem describing sweetness.

1. It is ringing, seeking its friendly voice-The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. cut down

2. Give me a peach and a plum-The Book of Songs, Elegance and Exquisiteness

Give me a papaya and give it back to Joan-The Book of Songs. Feng Wei. Papaya.

4. Love each other, why should flesh and blood be close —— Song of Songs, a folk song in Han Yuefu.

5. Husband aspires to the four seas, and Wan Li is still close to her neighbors-Three Kingdoms. Cao Weizhi's "Giving a White Horse to"

6. However, China keeps our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor-Du, the farewell vice governor of Tang Weber, set out for his official post in Shu.

7. Knowing each other far and near, Wan Li is still a neighbor —— Meeting Li Shaofu in Weicheng by Zhang Tang at the age of nine.

8. Young people are willing to learn new things, but miss their old friends —— In "Going to Quejiangzhou to see Dr. Li off from Hubei"

9. Take literature as your friend and virtue as your neighbor —— Tang Zuyong's The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival Lenten Liu Langzhong's Parting.

10. We were all unhappy until the end of the day when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? -Tang Juyi's Pipa Trip.

1 1. Making friends in life is at the end, not for ups and downs in the middle-five "Difficult to Go" by Tang Helan.

12. There is no distinction between young and old in life, so why do you want to be homophony first? -Tang Du Fu's "Walking Home".

13. Painting friends must be light, and mountains are like paper, but they don't like flat-Looking for Mountains with Friends by Qing Weng Zhao.

14. If I don't see you for a day, it's like Sanqiu Xi-The Book of Songs Feng Wang Caige.

15. There is a lot of water, but there is no pulse of words —— Nineteen ancient poems by China, Far Morning Altar.

16. Raise your hand for a long time and work hard. Two of a kind-Han Yuefu folk song "Peacock Flying Southeast"

17. When those red berries come in spring, they bloom in your southern branches and take them home for a hug, for me, as a symbol of our love-Wei's acacia.