The cicadas are chilling, it’s late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop.
Drinking in the Dumen tent has no thoughts, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat.
Looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they were speechless and swallowed.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads across the sky.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival!
Where will you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon.
After so many years, it should be a time of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them?
Wang Wei, the second envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi,
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. I advise you to have a glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west
Farewell to Nanpu by Bai Juyi
Farewell to Nanpu is desolate, the west wind curls up in autumn. I feel heartbroken when I see it, so don’t look back.
Farewell Poems Sui Sui Anonymous
The willows hang green on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky.
The wicker branches are all broken and the flowers are flying away.
I would like to ask the passerby whether he has returned home.
Farewell to Wei Er and Wang Changling
The fragrance of oranges and pomeloes in the river tower makes you drunk, and the river breeze brings rain into the boat to cool down.
I recall you far away in Xiaoxiang, and worry about listening to the ape's dream.
Written by Li Yi
The water-marked silk quilt is a long-lasting thought, and the good times of a thousand miles will rest in one night.
From now on, I have no intention of loving the good night, and let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon
Jiangling is worried about the mystery of sending fish
The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the dusk sails Late.
My heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
Picture of Fishing Alone in the Cold River
Where can I find good news at the end of the world?
The world is so vast that I have no intention of doing so.
A ruthless person may not be a true hero.
Why should close friends share the same roots?
Crying is a thousand miles away from others,
We will cherish the warmth and cold in the future.
Generous and heroic since ancient times,
Writing youth with passion.
Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal"
The fine clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the magpie bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
Farewell Poems
I don’t want you to leave, but time stays for me; my thoughts are like the willow tree, rippling in my heart. I don’t want you to leave, love and hate are also lingering, and love wanders like a dream mirror. Parting, the past remains the same, parting, old friends wave their hands, parting, the sunset reflects, parting, the falling red is also sad.
The sound of the flute is swallowed. Qin E dreamed of breaking the moon over Qin Lou. Qin Louyue. Willows turn green every year, and Baling is sad to say goodbye. Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan. Xianyang ancient road is full of sound. Absolutely no sound. The west wind is still shining, and the Han family mausoleum is shining.
Huanxisha
Song Yanshu
Time is always limited,
It is easy to say goodbye and be ecstatic.
Wine feasts and songs are more frequent than words.
The mountains and rivers in our eyes are far away in space,
The falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more.
It is better to take pity on the person in front of you