There is a poem of "gathering and parting"

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. After nearly ten years of war and displacement, adults meet unexpectedly. Peach Blossom Lake is deep in thousands of feet,

Not as good as Wang Lun. It is difficult to leave the Modaoqiu River, and the boat will be in Changan tomorrow.

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. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! .

Drink white jade cups and wine, in this March when the sun is floating. The spring breeze can sway for a few days, and you and I are gray at the temples.