An ancient poem expressing the feelings of missing friends.

The ancient poems expressing the feelings of missing friends are as follows:

1, Wei's "Send Shen Zifu to Jiangdong"-There are few tourists at the intersection of Liu Yang, and the teacher paddles to the entrance. Only lovesickness is like spring scenery, and Jiangnan Jiangbei will send you home.

2. Don Wang Wei's Acacia-When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

3, Wu Qin Xilin, "Sauvignon Blanc, send a book to a friend in Xiling, that is, the topic is behind"-say acacia, ask acacia, the maple leaves fall late in Wujiang. It is cold at 29 o'clock. Who knows? Who knows this dream? Can you send a plum blossom? Snow comes and jade flies.

4. Song He Zhu's "Qin Diao Yin, Sent to Huanggang"-Fujian all day long, but the ancestors were there. Don't be afraid to stay away from frequency. Dynamic tube color, color promotion; Move the tube color and accelerate the color. Where to cast the saddle? Waterfront hills, empty hills; Waterfront hills, empty hills. Longevity Moon and Acacia are thousands of miles apart. Dreams are close at hand, and study diligently; Dreams are close at hand, and books are diligent.

5, Tang Li Shangyin "Luo Suting sends Cui Yongcui boat"-the bamboo dock is clean and bright, and acacia is separated from the city. Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.

6. In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Tao Yuanming's "Second Movement, Second Movement"-there are many beautiful days in the Spring and Autumn Period, and he climbs high to write new poems. It's better to call each other after crossing the door, so there's wine to consider. Farming goes back to hometown, and leisure needs acacia. Acacia put on her clothes and laughed endlessly. This reason will be invincible? Suddenly come here with nothing to do. Food and clothing should be disciplined, and efforts should not be bullied.

7. Looking at a layer of mist on the water, looking at Wang's return to the south by Don Liu Changqing, I still waved and sobbed. Because the flying birds disappeared into space and crossed a desolate green hill. But now, the long river, the lonely sail and the five lakes are shining with the light of spring in the sunset. Along an island full of duckweeds, there will be peace of communication.