Wang Wei
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out.
A spring rain in Weicheng morning moistened the faint dust.
The green willows around the guest house are particularly fresh.
An old friend invites you to another farewell bar,
There are no old friends outside Yangguan West Road.
Send a friend away
Lipper
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city. 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. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
Cangshan Cuiling lies outside the north city, and Qinghe flows around the east city. You must leave me here and drift away. You will walk alone in Wan Li like a loose grass. The wanderer's whereabouts are like clouds in the sky, and the sunset is hard to stay, although there are deep friends. Wave goodbye, you and I go our separate ways. The rustling is leisurely, and the horse also complains about parting.
Send Shen Zifu to Jiangdong
Wang Wei
The ferries of the Willow River are scattered, and the boatman shakes his oars and sails in.
Only lovesickness is like spring scenery, and Jiangnan Jiangbei will send you home.
At the ferry crossing of Yangliuyiyi, there are fewer and fewer passengers at the transition port, and the fishermen are shaking their paddles and swinging towards the curved shore near the water, ready to go home. The poet forgot to go home, and his body and mind were taken away by his departed friends.
Nanpubie
Bai Juyi
In the bleak drudgery of Nanpu, the autumn wind is bleak.
Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
In the autumn when the west wind is bleak, I feel sad when I go to the southern waterfront.
Say goodbye to friends. My friend got off the boat and kept looking back. Every time I look back, I feel deeply grieved. Friend, don't look back. I wish you a safe journey.
Du Shaofu was appointed as Shuchuan.
Bo Wang
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road, son?
On behalf of the land of Sanqin, the palace of Chang 'an city wall was arched.
The wind and smoke are rolling, and Wujin, Minjiang River, Zhou Shu can't be seen.
When I shake hands with you to say goodbye, I have mutual sympathy;
You and I are both people who are far away from home and go out to be officials.
As long as there is your confidant in the four seas,
No matter how far apart we are, we are like together.
Please don't cry sadly on the way to leave;
Like affectionate young men and women, they shed tears for each other.
Biedongda
Gaoshi
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
The sunset at dusk turns thousands of miles of clouds into dark yellow; The north wind is blowing hard, the snow is falling, and the geese are flying south.
Don't worry about having no friends ahead. Who in the world doesn't know about you?
Farewell Xin Jian at the Lotus Pavilion
Wang Changling
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Sad rain fell on the earth, and misty rain enveloped Wu. In the morning, when I say goodbye to my friends, I feel as lonely as Chushan.
If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask about me, please tell them: My heart is still as clear and pure as ice in a jade pot.
leave
Lu guimeng
A husband won't cry or leave the room.
Zhang Jian is ashamed of drinking as a wanderer.
A poisonous snake stings, but a strong man relieves his wrist.
Aim for fame, and you can't sigh when you leave.
Mr. Wang didn't cry, just didn't want to cry when he left.
In the face of generous singing and waving swords, I feel ashamed like a sad-faced wanderer.
Once stung by an adder, you will not hesitate to break your arm.
Since you are determined to contribute to the world, there is no need to sigh and complain when you leave home.
I'm so tired. If you are satisfied, please accept it.