An ancient poem or a passage to comfort a friend in a foreign country.

A gift for Wang Bai was about to take a boat when he suddenly heard a song on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. The Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran's old friend on his way to Yangzhou, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance. Farewell, I dismounted to propose a toast to you. I asked you where you were going and why. You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life. Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating. Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Wang Wei Acropolis is light to rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun. "Biedongda" is a thousand miles high. Huang Yun is intoxicated in the daytime, and the north wind blows Xue Yan one after another. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? After resigning from the viceroy, I went out to Shu and merged five rivers into one through the wall of Sanqin and a layer of fog. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels. On the banks of the river, Tang and Du Xunhe, holding horses, miss their hometown step by step. Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound. Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun. The family is poor and rich, and there is no land to return to farming. Farewell to friends in the river, go south to the place where Zhang Qiao in the Tang Dynasty accumulated homesickness, and the world gathered in turmoil. The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn. Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat. When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone. Homesickness, as a Tang Buxie and a traveler from the north, has never answered the letter from Yunnan. If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door. Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face. Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains. In winter, Shan Ye is homesick, and the Tang, Zhou and Tian began to be neat, with high clouds and clear colors. Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains. Collect the snow from the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice. I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling. Yunmeng ancient city sees the ruins of Tang Rongyu's old country in autumn, and wants to visit the ancient city when you board it. Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain. Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn. When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness. In addition to staying up all night, Don Hotel's cold light stayed up all night alone, and the guest turned sad. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. My hometown Xinghua Tang intends to send flowers and wine to celebrate the opening of the new store, flowers on the left and teacups on the right. Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different? The river village outside homesickness is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows it. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves. Looking from a distance, Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty is full of sad winter scenery and harmony, and there are many mangrove temples in one mountain. Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves. And Sanxiang poetry Tang Gaoqu Qian Shan Wanshan north and south, Che Xuan who does not miss home. Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums. Homesick Tang Emei Mountain is like oil, pity me not to sail. When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison. Patio sand Qiu Si withered vines old trees faint, small bridges flowing people, ancient roads west wind thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Xue Daoheng has only been in spring for seven days, and I have been away from home for two years. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. The next berth on Beibao Mountain, Wang Wan, and the next song on Castle Peak, I am boating with green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. The sea, sunshine and night, the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. "Dengguazhou" is a water room in Guazhou, Jingkou, only a few mountains away from Zhongshan. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, saw the autumn wind. He wanted to find a writer to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.