2. The shadows are drifting away, but the feelings are blocked by the horizon.
It's been a year since we met and parted in the flowers. -Don Wei Wu Ying to my friends Li Dan and Yuan Xi.
The water and the cold wind are rustling, and the strong men are gone forever.
5, sentimental since ancient times, more comparable, cold autumn festival.
6, how many Penglai old things, empty look back, the next year.
7. It's almost as difficult for friends to meet each other. As for the stars in the morning and evening-A Gift to Wei Ba Chu Shi by Tang Du Fu.
8. It's parting if you don't stop cutting. -South Tang Li Yu "Meet You Huan"
2.30 ancient poems with feelings of parting 1. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place. (Farewell the viceroy to his post in Shu) II. Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you.
(Li Bai: "Send a friend" 3. The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? (Bai Juyi: Farewell to Ancient Grass) 4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.
(Wang Wei: "Send Yuan Twenty Shi An Xi") 5. Cold rain at night Wu, Fujian in Chushan. (Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 6. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows a gentleman.
(Gao Shi: "Not Big") 7. Thousands of feet in Taohuatan is not as good as Wang Lun's. (Li Bai: To Wang Lun) 8. Lonely sails are far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
(Li Bai: Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou) 9. We watched him go east through the wheel tower door, leaving only hoofprint behind him. (Cen Can: Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home in a Song of Snow) 10. Outside Changting, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered.
A ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: Goodbye) References:
Re-pay attention to the peony in Ximing Temple when Yuanjiu was in Jiangling.
Bai Juyi went to the East this year and didn't come back with a sigh. In previous years in Jiangling, I came alone before the flower, which was sad.
I'm just worried that it will take a long time to break up, and I can't spend it until next year. Don't be a poet. The good times of anonymous no longer came, and we broke up in an instant.
Screen camp bends the road side, hand leads the field. Looking at the clouds, the election suddenly surpassed each other.
Every cloud is gone, and every flower is in a corner of the sky. Don't say goodbye to the present, get back together in an instant.
If you want to send a stout child because of the breeze. It is difficult to meet again, and it will last for three years.
There is a long tassel on the river, missing my son. Overlooking the hate platform, wine is not rewarded.
Pedestrians are pregnant with the road, so why comfort me? Enjoy the rest of the wine alone, and have a love affair with your son.
Hand in hand on the river beam, what is wandering? Wandering on the road, I can't say anything.
It is difficult for pedestrians to stay for a long time. How do you know it's not the sun and the moon? The string looks at it by chance.
I am very happy to come to Chongming, and I am proud to stay here for a while. Sent as the king of Sichuan, he pushed aside the encirclement of Sanqin and walked through the fog.
Breaking up with you, we two officials went the opposite way. Overseas knowledge, heaven is still our neighbor.
There is something in the branch, and later generations will touch the towel. Liu Yong in Yulin Ridge is heartbroken, and Changting is too late.
The first shower, no mood to drink under the hub, attached to the place, urged by Lanzhou. 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 breaking up since ancient times is more comparable to the lively autumn festival.
Wake up there 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.
There are many kinds of customs, who can say! It's hard to say goodbye to Li's comment that Wang Changling sharpened his knife and did not miss the woodcutter. The ship is in Chang 'an. The slow dance of black-bone chicken makes you drunk, and the green maple is white and cold.
Huanxisha Feng Yansi, spring arrives at Qingmen, willow yellow, and red apricots appear on the low wall. Ying Chuang people don't dress up.
Embroidered curtains have broken dreams, and jade stoves are empty. The red sun in the boudoir is as long as it is.
There are many breaches in the Moling River in Feng Yansi, Linjiang County, with fine rain and deep grass. Lu Yao went to Ma Si to sink.
The green curtain hangs obliquely and the new willow is full of gold. Flute across the river? Sha Tou scared two birds.
Wandering has always been a little heart. The smoke is far away, and I hate it alone.
Feng Yansi, a jubilant warbler, is crying in her hometown. The trees in spring are dim. The residual lamp blows out and closes the James Zhu, and people are separated from the screen.
The incense is cold, the lights are out, and I suddenly remember breaking up with you last year. It's raining in Shicheng, leaning against the river tower and taking the Mulan boat. .............................
The west wind sequence has bloom, but you have to make an appointment to start again. I am afraid that the flowers will break, and I am afraid that the flowers will break next year.
Who knows if the west wind will shed tears when it leaves the flowers? His hometown has long been divided, but it has been half-done recently.
Only before the mirror lake, the east wind does not change the old waves. Send Li Duan and Lu Lun to my old door, in the yellow grass. It's sad to break up.
The way you walked into the sky, when I saw the snow falling at dusk, I came back. When I was young, my father and I traveled abroad, and I had no time to meet you in many difficulties and hardships.
We cry, we say nothing. What can I wish for you? Over there. Wei Zhuang White Horse, Jade Whip, Golden Fight, Young Lang, easy to break up, all the way.
I am very sad that I am in a foreign land, full of tears. Ashamed, take care, don't get drunk.
Bodhisattva Man's apricot flowers contain dew clouds and fragrant snow, and Populus davidiana leaves are strange. The moonlight was dim, and I felt the smell of Xiaoying.
Green screen jade hook, light makeup and fine eyebrows. Spring dream is love, cicada is light in the mirror? At the turn of the Millennium, Qin Guan is surrounded by water and sand, and the battlements spring back.
Liu Ying's flowers, the lightness turns, are heard too fast and too thin. Drifting to dry wine, breaking up and taking off your coat.
No one, Yun Lan is empty. Recalling yesterday's Xichihui, Heron Qi Fei.
Hand in hand, who is here today? The dream is broken, but the beauty in the mirror changes. Spring has gone and spring has come, fast-flushers are like the sea, health inspector Yao Kuanlang is like a stranger to dust, and my concubine is like a wadding by the embankment.
After a brief encounter, there is nowhere to be found. Wine to the east wind, tears zero autumn rain.
Will you still miss each other after breaking up? Touch the fish and ask what human feelings are, and teach it to live or die. Flying trapeze at the ends of the earth, the old wings are a few degrees hot and cold! High interest and bitter parting are the more stupid offspring. You should have a sentence: Wan Li is misty, and the night view of Qian Shan is only for whom! On Hengfen Road, the flute and drum are lonely, and the smoke is still plain.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui wept for the wind and rain. The sky is also jealous. Without peace, birds and swallows are all loess.
Thousands of years have passed, and in order to leave it to the literati, I sang and blew wildly and visited Qiu Yan. It is easy to break up with Bai Juyi, but it is not easy to eat plums. Tillers can be bitter, plums can be sour.
It is not so difficult to leave, but my heart is bitter and my liver is sour. When the morning chicken crows again, the waning moon has gone and the horse is hissing.
Looking back at the blood, I cried, and the sour plum tillers were as sweet as honey. The Yellow River is white, and it is autumn in Huang Yun. Pedestrians are absolutely worried about the river.
It's cold and wild, and the leaves of pear trees are blowing. Breaking up, breaking up, troubles come from this.
I was so worried and exhausted that I lost my hair before I was thirty. o(∩_∩)o .
Li Bai, a gift for Wang Lun, was about to go by boat when he heard a song on the shore. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun.