A gust of wind blew and the catkins were fragrant. Wu Ji pressed the wine and advised the guests to taste it.
Comrades in my city came to see me off. When each of them drank his glass, I said to him when leaving.
Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ?
It's rare for an old friend to be bleak in Jiyuan, so where can I climb up and send it back?
At present, I will share Fang Ju wine with you today, but I should have a rest in the Ming Dynasty.
Farewell through Jingmen
(Tang) Li Bai
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.