1. It is difficult to say farewell on the Qiu River. The boat will be in Chang'an tomorrow.
2. The old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks are under Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the solitary sail is gone in the blue sky. I can only see the Yangtze River flowing across the sky.
3. I want to say goodbye to you, and we are both eunuchs. There are close friends in the sea, and we are like neighbors across the world. If we do nothing on the wrong road, our children will be stained by their scars.
4. The bright moon is hidden in the tall trees, and the long river has no dawn. Luoyang Road is long and windy, in what year will this meeting take place?
5. In the morning, I heard the wanderers singing the song of departure, and last night there was a slight frost for the first time to cross the river. The geese could not bear to listen in sorrow. , Yunshan is like a guest passing by.
6. The cold rain comes to Wu at night, and I see off my guests in Chushan in the morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, and a heart of ice is in a jade pot.
< p>7. I urge you to have another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.8. Still pity the water of my hometown, I will send you on a boat thousands of miles away.
9. You will be miserable if you are drunk. Farewell, the vast river is soaked in the moon at the time of farewell.
10. Please ask me about the east flowing water. Farewell, who is short and long with it?
11. Li Bai was about to go on a boat, but suddenly he heard The sound of singing on the shore. The water of Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me.
12. A glass of wine with white jade and green poplars in March. The spring breeze has remained for a few days, and both temples have become silk.
13. We are separated from each other in this place, and I have traveled thousands of miles. I feel like a wandering child in the floating clouds, and I feel the love of an old friend at sunset.
14. I see you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you leave, the Tianshan Road is covered with snow. The mountain winding road turns. I don’t see you, but there is a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
15. Going to the future in the morning, saying goodbye to the old man alone.
16. The shadow of a solitary sail on the river as the sun sets, the grass is green and the love of Hunan is thousands of miles away.
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17. Since ancient times, passion has hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing, neglecting the Qingqiu Festival.
18. It rains on the sycamore leaves in the middle of the night, and the sound of the leaves is parting.
19. Candles are willing to say goodbye, and weep for others until dawn.
20. Farewell to Nanpu is desolate, the west wind blows in the autumn. The heart is broken at the sight, good clouds do not look back.