Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Willow green blows the ground, and the flowers are long and sultry.
The wicker broke and the flowers flew away. I wonder if pedestrians will come back.
After all, the world is just a small place.
If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels.
You and I went all the way to the green hills in the rain, at the top of the moon in both places?
Cold rain enters Wu day and night, and Fujian in Chu.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?