The poems that express the deep friendship between friends are as follows:
1. I urge you to drink another glass of wine, leaving Yangguan in the west without any old friends. Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you.
2. The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me. I want to say goodbye to you, we are both eunuchs. There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world.
3. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot. The wandering clouds convey the love of an old friend. I waved my hand and went away, and the horses roared.
4. We know each other no matter how far we are, but we are still neighbors thousands of miles away. Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will remember each other forever.
5. I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon and follow you till the end of the night. Open the Xuan noodle garden and ask for wine and mulberry. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.
6. When the flowers bloom and fade, they come and go, and they sing loudly and stop complaining. I don’t know where we will meet again next year when we have peonies. The green mountains are together with the clouds and rain, but the bright moon has never been the two villages.
7. The flower path has never been swept by visitors, but now the gate is opened for you. Jiangnan has nothing, just give me a spring branch. Joining hands with Jiangcun, plum blossoms and snowy skirts flutter. There is no limit to love, and the soul is lost everywhere. Old friends are gone and old songs are heard again. Xiangwanghu Tower, Gushan Temple, and Yongjinmen.
8. Green ants’ new fermented wine, small red clay stove. It's snowing in the evening, and I can't help but drink a cup. When I wake up in the morning, I feel melancholy in the wind. I can hear the water in the Tongchuan Basin cut off. I don’t know why I remembered you, but I dreamed of you three times last night.
9. The mountains and rivers are cut off from thousands of books, and I read about you in my dreams because you have pity on me. I am now in a state of confusion due to illness, and I can only dream of idle people, not of you.
10. There are close friends in the sea, and we are as close as our neighbors in the world. Thinking of you as if you were on the Wen River, sending you a mighty expedition to the south.