A beautiful poem about farewell
1. A poem describing parting
1. When an ape cries for a guest to leave the river, people hurt themselves. -Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty
Translation: At dusk, the ape sounds mournful, and the riverside guests have already scattered. The river is rolling and boundless, and I feel more sad and sad alone.
2. The cold rain entered Wu at night in the river, and it was clear to see off the guests in Chu Mountain. -Tang Dynasty Wang Changling's "at hibiscus inn parting with xin jian"
Translation: misty rain spread all over Wudi Jiangtian overnight; Seeing you off in the morning, I am lonely and sad about Chushan!
3. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, which is not as good as Wang Lun's. -Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"
Look at the peach blossom pool, even though there is thousands of feet, how can it compare with Wang Lun's gift to me?
4. toward a mist upon the water, still I wave my hand and sob. -Tang Liu Changqing's on seeing wang leave for the south
Translation: Watching your boat sail towards the boundless clouds and waters, waving goodbye to tears and wet your scarf frequently.
5. An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. -a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou of the Yellow Crane Tower by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty
My old friend waved to me frequently, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and went to Yangzhou for a long trip in the spring of March in which catkins were like smoke and flowers were blooming.
6. I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out to Yangguan in the west. -Tang Dynasty Wang Wei's Wei Cheng Qu/Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi
Translation: I sincerely advise my friend to have another glass of wine, and it will be difficult to meet old and new relatives when going out of Yangguan to the west.
2. Poems describing parting
and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.
Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, which is not as good as Wang Lun's. The willows are green and blowing on the ground, and the flowers are long and stirring.
the wicker is broken and the flowers are flying away, so I wonder if the pedestrians will return. The world is but a little place, after all.
inaction is in the wrong way, and children * * * touch the towel. You and me all the way to the castle peak rain, with the top of the moon has ever been in two places?
cold rain entered Wu night after night, and seeing off visitors to Chu Mountain in plain sight. Friends, if Luoyang friends ask me to come; Just say that I still bing Xin Okho, adhere to faith!
I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go out to Yangguan for no reason. Old friends waved to me frequently, farewell to the yellow crane tower, in this Catkin smoke, flowers in the beautiful spring to Yangzhou travel.
The solitary sail shows the blue sky in the distance, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like fatherless, drift in the wind, and travel far away.
Mochow has no bosom friend before her, and everyone in the world knows you. The mountain road twists and turns has not seen you, only to leave a row of horseshoe marks.
Send Yan Shiyuan to Liu Changqing, and the spring breeze will lean on He Lv City, and the water country will be cold in spring and cloudy and sunny again. Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence.
Lonely sails shadow on the sunset river, grass green, Wan Li, Hunan. If you go to meet each other, you will be mistaken for Confucian scholars.
seeing Li Duan, Lu Lun and by my old gate, among yellow grasses off, it's sad to leave. The way you go out into the sky, I return when I see the twilight snow swirling.
your father died; you left home young, nobody knew of your misfortunes. We cry, we say nothing. What can I wish you, in this blowing wintry world?? Send doctor Yan of Guizhou, Han Yu, Cang Cang Sen, Bagui, and our land is in southern Hunan.
the river is a green ribbon and the mountains are like jade hairpin. Every household pays more jade bird feathers, every family grows their own huanggan.
it's far better than going to a fairy, and flying Luan is not a fake. Xie Ting bid farewell to Xu Hun Lao Ge, misinterpreted the boat trip, and the red leaves and green mountains were rushing.
people are far away from waking up at dusk, and it's raining all over the sky. Send someone east to Wen Tingyun, the old fort brims with yellow leaves, you insist upon forsaking this place where you have lived.
a high wind blows at Hanyang Ferry, and sunrise lights the summit of Yingmen. Several friends and relatives in jiangdong are waiting for your boat to return from the horizon.
I ask you over and over when we shall meet again, drink to comfort your face. Leaving Lu Guimeng's husband is not without tears, and it is not a parting room.
a stick and sword is a shame to respect wine. When a viper stung, a strong man untied his wrist.
I'm determined to be famous, so I'm sorry to leave. Sending Japanese monk Jinglong back to Fusang, Wei Zhuang, is already in the dark, and his home is in the east of Fusang.
who will arrive with the teacher? A boat with a bright moon and a sail. Sauvignon Blanc Lin Bu Wushan Qing, Yueshanqing.
the green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other, but who knows the feeling of parting. Your tears are full, my tears are full, my heart is not tied, and the tide at the head of the river is flat.
Liu Yong, the bell in the rain forest, is cold and mournful, and it is late for the long pavilion, and the shower begins to rest. All the doors are empty, and the party is nostalgic, and the blue boat is urging.
Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless. I miss a thousand miles of smoke and waves, and the dusk is heavy.
Affectionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, which is even worse than snubbing the Qing Autumn Festival. Where do you wake up from the wine tonight? There is a small breeze in Yang Liuan.
this past year should be a good time and a good scene. There are thousands of customs, and who to talk to.
3. Ancient poems describing parting
The ancient poems describing parting include:
1. Bai Juyi's
Original:
boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season. Wildfire cannot burn it out, and spring wind's blow can bring it back to life.
sweet they press on the old high-road, and reach the crumbling city-gate. Once again, I sent my intimate friends, the thick grass represents my deep feeling.
Translation:
The Yuan Ye is covered with lush grass, which withers and is green every year. The fire in Yuan Ye can't be burned out, but it is full of vitality when the spring breeze blows.
the fragrance of fragrant grass permeates the ancient road, and the city is green and desolate under the sunshine. He also sent the wanderer on a long journey on the ancient road, looking at the lush grass with great sadness.
2. on seeing wang leave for the south by Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty
Original:
toward a mist upon the water, still I wave my hand and sob. For the flying bird is lost in space, beyond a desolate green mountain.
but now the long river, the far lone sail, five lakes, gleam like spring in the sunset. And down an island white with duckweed, comes the quiet of communion.
translation:
Watch your boat sail towards the boundless cloud and water, and wave goodbye to your tears frequently. Like a bird, you don't know where to go, leaving this piece of green hills facing pedestrians.
The river is so vast that a lone sail disappears far away. You will enjoy the beauty of the five lakes at sunset. Who can see me standing on Tingzhou and thinking of you? Looking at Bai Ping's heart is full of infinite sadness.
3.
Original text of Liu Changqing's "Farewell to Pei Langzhong and Demote Jizhou" in the Tang Dynasty:
When apes and hikers break up at the head of the Mujiang River, people are hurt by themselves.
It is farther to chase the princes and princes together, and the castle peak and Wan Li are alone.
Translation:
At dusk, the ape sounds mournful, and the guests are already scattered by the river. The river is rolling, and I feel more sad and sad alone.
both of them are banished and drifted, but your journey is farther. Castle Peak Wan Li, I really miss your boat.
4. seeing friends off by Li Bai in the Tang dynasty
original:
with a blue line of mountains north of the wall, and east of the city a white curve of water. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like fatherless, drift in the wind, and travel far away.
I shall think of you in a floating cloud, so in the sunset think of me. The wave of his hand from this separation, the friend riding on the horse will carry his long journey, the long Blew, it seems to not bear to leave.
Translation:
Castle Peak runs across the north of the city, and white water flows through the east side. We will leave here, and once we go to Wan Li, we will embark on a lonely journey.
The drifting clouds are the artistic conception of the wanderer, but the sunset that is unwilling to fall is the attachment of an old friend. Now waving away, I can only hear the whine of the stray horse in my ear.
5. Wang Changling's Two Poems of at hibiscus inn parting with xin jian (Part I) in the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
It was cold and rainy, and it entered Wu at night, and it was clear and clear to see off the guests in Chu Mountain.
if relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice is in the jade pot.
Translation:
I came to Wudi on a cold rainy night. After seeing my friends off at dawn, I left only the lonely shadow of Chushan.
when I arrive in Luoyang, if any relatives and friends ask you about me, please tell them that my heart is still as pure as ice in a jade pot, and I have not been defiled by worldly affairs such as fame and fortune.
6. a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou of the Yellow Crane Tower by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
The solitary sail shows the blue sky in the distance, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
Translation:
My friend waved goodbye to me at the Yellow Crane Tower. He will go to Yangzhou in sunny March.
His sail shadow gradually disappeared into the blue sky, only seeing the rolling Yangtze River rushing in the horizon.
4. What are the farewell poems
Collection of Ancient Farewell Poems _ Baidu Library
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Collection of Ancient Farewell Poems
For Wang Lun-Li Bai Li Bai boarded the boat and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun's! Seeing friends off-Li Bai, with a blue line of mountains north of the wall, and east of the city a white curve of water. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like fatherless, drift in the wind, and travel far away. Floating clouds like a wanderer, like wandering, sunset slowly down the mountain, seems to have nostalgia. The wave of his hand from this separation, the friend riding on the horse will carry his long journey, the long Blew, it seems to not bear to leave. Give the ancient grass a farewell-Bai Juyi, boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season. Wildfire cannot burn it out, and spring wind's blow can bring it back to life. Wild grass wild flowers spread over the ancient road, the end of the grass under the sun is your journey. Once again, I sent my intimate friends, the thick grass represents my deep feeling. Don't be big-it's a thousand miles high. In Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind blows geese and snow one after another. The eldest husband is poor and who is willing, today meet can not pay for drinks. Send Du Shaofu's appointment to Shuchuan-Wang Bo by this wall that surrounds the three Qin districts, and the wind and smoke will look at the five continents. Parting with you, we two officials going opposite ways. The world is but a little place, after all. Doing nothing in the wrong way, children * * * stained with towels. Weicheng Qu--------Wang Wei Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise my friend to dry a cup of wine, west out of the yang Guan, it is difficult to meet relatives. Send Judge Wu to Beijing-the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, Cen Can, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, as if the pear trees blooming. Snow flakes fall into the curtain, wet the curtain, fur wear not warm Jinbei is also too thin. Bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, and the metal of armour congeals on the men. The desert iced over thousand feet and there was a crack, and the sky filled with gloom and gloom. In the manager's account, the wine is a farewell banquet, and the huqin pipa lute flute ensemble to add to the entertainment. Till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents,
and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind. " Luntai east gate, welcome you to the capital, you go, snow cover full Tianshan road. ". The mountain road twists and turns has not seen you, only to leave a row of horseshoe marks. Farewell to Li Shutong
Outside the pavilion, on the side of the ancient road, the grass is blue, the evening breeze caresses the willow flute and the sunset is beyond the mountains. The horizon of the sky, the corner of the earth, the intimate friends are half scattered, a pot of turbid wine is full of joy, and the sunset is beyond the mountains. "at hibiscus inn parting with xin jian"-Wang Changling
cold and rainy night into Wu, seeing off the lonely mountain in Pingming. Friends and relatives in Luoyang ask each other, and a piece of ice is in the jade pot. "The Yellow Crane Tower a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou"-Li Bai's old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, [1] the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. [2]
The lonely sail was far from the sky, [3] only the Yangtze River sky was seen. The shower began to break. [2] Doumenzhang
had no mood to drink, [3] was nostalgic, [4] was urged by Lanzhou. [5] Holding hands and looking at her eyes with tears, she was speechless and choked. [6] Reading-going to a thousand miles of smoke, [7] sinking into the sky in the dusk. [8] Affectionate feelings have hurt to leave since ancient times, which is even more cold.
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[p > [p > [p > [p > p > [p > [p > [p > p > [p > [p] [p > [p] [p > [p > [p] [ Where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness. The moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces. And the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles. Farewell in the mountains-Wang Wei, friend, I have watched you down the mountain, till now in the dark I close my thatch door. Spring grass will be green next year, but O my Prince of Friends, do you?? Farewell-Wang Wei, I dismount from my horse and I offer you wine and and I ask you where you are going and why. You say because life is not proud, go back to live in the mount zhongnan mountain. Just go, I need to ask again, look at the white clouds are boundless drift. Give the ancient grass a farewell-Bai Juyi, boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season. Wildfire cannot burn it out, and spring wind's blow can bring it back to life. Wild grass wild flowers spread over the ancient road, the end of the grass under the sun is your journey. Once again, I sent my intimate friends, the thick grass represents my deep feeling. Don't be big-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The eldest husband is poor and who is willing, today meet can not pay for drinks. Seeing friends off-Li Bai, with a blue line of mountains north of the wall, and east of the city a white curve of water. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like fatherless, drift in the wind, and travel far away. Floating clouds like a wanderer, like wandering, sunset slowly down the mountain, seems to have nostalgia. The wave of his hand from this separation, the friend riding on the horse will carry his long journey, the long Blew, it seems to not bear to leave. Send Du Shaofu's appointment to Shuchuan-Wang Bo by this wall that surrounds the three Qin districts, and the wind and smoke will look at the five continents. Parting with you, we two officials going opposite ways. The world is but a little place, after all. Doing nothing in the wrong way, children * * * stained with towels. Weicheng Qu--------Wang Wei Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise my friend to dry a cup of wine, west out of the yang Guan, it is difficult to meet relatives. Farewell-------Wang Zhihuan willows and Dongfeng trees, green and green with the royal river. The recent break is not so convenient, it should be because there are too many people. Send Judge Wu to Beijing-the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, Cen Can, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, as if the pear trees blooming. Snow flakes fall into the curtain, wet the curtain, fur wear not warm Jinbei is also too thin. Bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, and the metal of armour congeals on the men. The desert iced over thousand feet and there was a crack, and the sky filled with gloom and gloom. In the manager's account, the wine is a farewell banquet, and the huqin pipa lute flute ensemble to add to the entertainment. In the evening, before the gate of the headquarters, the heavy snow fell, the red flag was frozen and the wind could not be towed. " Luntai east gate, welcome you to the capital, you go, snow cover full Tianshan road. ". The mountain road twists and turns has not seen you, only to leave a row of horseshoe marks.
5. Sentences that describe parting
1: After parting, you will have a leisurely husband, Mo Wen, who is infinite and does not miss the point.
2: One day you can come to my heart, and you will see all the sadness you have given.
3: Don't try to find any excuses for yourself. There is no excuse for mistakes, and mistakes are mistakes.
4: I will bid farewell to the third grade, you, everything here, and perhaps our ignorant youth. Although we are unwilling and unwilling to give up, we must all stick to our dreams, because dreams, like classics, will never fade with the passage of time, and the longer the time, the more precious it is, just like the friendship between us.
5: Write love as an immortal legend of Enemy at the Gates, then, will you come through the snow and ice?
6: People often say that parting is sad, but in some ways, I am very happy to go, because I have gained a precious wealth, that is, four wonderful years. I think whenever and wherever I remember this time, my heart will be full of happiness, because you smiled at me right in front of my eyes, just like that year.
7: I suddenly realized that I was no longer a shy girl at that time. Get up, I didn't look back. Gone, beautiful, everything has become a frozen youth in memory. Remember, recall, because I don't want to erase every beautiful plot of life.
8: After parting, people in the two places lost weight, lost appetite for three meals, four seasons were short of spring and autumn, and they were deeply worried. Six parents couldn't persuade them, and they had no home to return to. Eight points were 6 sentences of loneliness and parting.
9: Say goodbye tomorrow morning. I hope the clouds and the sun will always accompany you to the far end of the world. Flowers and green grass spread out a distant future with you.
1: Dudao is a good marriage, and I only read the alliance between wood and stone. Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world.
6. Poems describing parting
and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, which is not as good as Wang Lun's. Willow trees are blowing on the ground in green, while Yang flowers are flying in the sky. The wicker is broken and the flowers are flying out, and pedestrians don't return. and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. Nothing is in the road, and their children are * * * stained with towels. Green hills are having sex together, and the moon is never two.