(1) reluctantly reserved as a souvenir. Such as Liu Yong's Yulin Order, Wang Wei's Weicheng Qu and Li Bai's Nanjing Hotel Parting.
(2) affectionate encouragement. Such as "Send the viceroy to Shu" and so on.
(3) Confess Chen Xinzhi's confession. For example, Wang Changling's Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn: "When you enter Wu on a cold rainy night, Chushan will see the guests off. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot. "
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out!
Where did you wake up after drinking today? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
) Yan Shu's "Yulouchun" Green Sheep and Grass Changting Road
Yan Shu's "Spring in the Jade House"
On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off.
The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
2) Li Shutong's farewell.
Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.
Life is once in a blue moon, only parting.
Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue.
When will you return this? Don't hesitate to come.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.
A pot of turbid water spilled all over the floor. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.
3) Liu Yong-Yu Linling
Cold and sad.
The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival!
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight?
Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Customs are strange, who can you tell?