The poem about separation is 1. A poem containing the word separation.
1 The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with the seasons. -Bai Juyi's Grass
2 indifferently, I left a single ensemble. -Liu Zongyuan and Zhao read the scriptures in the temple in the morning.
My fields and gardens were destroyed by war, and my flesh and blood became the scum of the streets. -Bai Juyi
Class 4, thank you. Please kneel down and leave. -"divorce"
The Yuan Dynasty sent a master to Suzhou, and Zhang Hou sent two Xu Hun songs.
6. Xu Hun, adopted daughter pavilion
The poet worries about the sunset and the green hills, while Jia Ke complains about the autumn grass.
On the 7th week, Guo Jiteng of Luling County was born in Langzhong Xu Hun.
Centrifugal envy Gao Zhai Xi, and martial arts flowers are deeply drunk.
Send Xue Xiucai south to Xu Hun.
Pity you, follow Qiuyan and stay as far away from me as possible.
9 Farewell to Xu Hun
If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting.
10 Xu Hun, Tolin Temple, Lushan Mountain, Beijing-Hangzhou
Away from the soul, the branches of the Chu River are intermittent and deciduous in early October.
1 1 Farewell to Xu Soul
The willows by the stream are uneven in color and bid farewell every year.
12 Xu Hun, Liu Xin
If you leave the east gate above, you will be worried about killing people who will be there sooner or later.
13 Send a room to Dr. Xu Hun.
Ruanlang married Liu Lang in order to avenge his journey to the West and reduce his hatred.
2. On-off poetry
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. It's too late to succeed-teacher Mid-Autumn Festival.
Male rabbits have messy feet and female rabbits have blurred eyes; When two rabbits walked on the ground, I knew whether I was a male or a female —— The Poem of Mulan written by an unknown person in the Northern and Southern Dynasties
It's a pity to take pictures on the moon, leaving people to make up the mirror-Tang Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River".
Affectionate parting from ancient times, which is more comparable, leaving the autumn festival in the cold-Song Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling Chilling"
Farewell to each other, the two officials turn their backs on each other —— Tang's Farewell to Du DuDu's appointment/Farewell to Ren Shuchuan.
The boundless grass comes and goes with the seasons —— Tang Juyi's Grass/Grass in Fude Guyuan
Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains the same. Two hometown couplets of Tang and Zhang Zhi, the first volume.
What is the difference? Qu Yuan's Lisao in Pre-Qin Period
Qu Yuan's Lisao in the pre-Qin period was judged as independent and refused to accept it.
I can't get in, but it's especially good to leave. When I return, I will restore my original clothes-Li Sao by Qu Yuan in the pre-Qin Dynasty.
Hu Jiang's Divorce from the Monarch, Solitude and Worship in Pre-Qin Period —— Qu Yuan's Li Sao
Controversy is intermittent, and points and places are separated —— Qu Yuan's Li Sao in the Pre-Qin Dynasty
It's not difficult for me to leave my husband, but it hurts my spirituality —— Li Sao by Qu Yuan in the pre-Qin Dynasty
Looking at Pepper Orchid and Showing Li Jiang —— Qu Yuan's Lisao in Pre-Qin Dynasty
High-risk, Jade Dragon Leaving the Ground —— Qu Yuan's Li Sao in Pre-Qin Dynasty
Disputes are always intermittent, but suddenly difficult to move-Qu Yuan's Li Sao in the pre-Qin Dynasty
Gone with the wind, I separated from him, and the handsome Yun Ni came to the palace-Li Sao by Qu Yuan in the pre-Qin Dynasty.
Parting from Sorrow —— Song He Menggui's Memories of Parting from Sorrow
Cut constantly, put things in disorder, and leave sorrow for parting —— Meeting You, Going to the West Building without Words by Li Yu in the Five Dynasties
Sorrow and sorrow are always merciless —— Jiang's Mermaid Listening to the Rain
A month ago, whoever took the money first accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea —— Pipa Trip by Tang Juyi
I have been sad for several years-Song Luyou's Hairpin Phoenix Red Crisp Hands
Pear Flowers Reflect Poplar Tree Man's Parting Place —— Ode to Cold Food and Wild Hope by Tang Juyi
Six purlins drift relentlessly, and one has been away from Beijing for more than ten years —— Two Poems of Biedongda by Tang Gaoshi
Autumn Leaving People's Hearts —— Wu Song Wenying's Farewell to Tang Duoling
May the soul mate, never leave —— Han Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Songs"
Because of the feeling of looking at the moon, I gave my book to Brother Fuliang, Brother Yu Qian and Brother Wujiang, and also showed it to my siblings-Tang Juyi's Feeling of Looking at the Moon.
Since the Henan Rebellion, the brothers have been separated, and they are all in one place —— Random thoughts on "Looking at the Moon" by Tang Bai Juyi
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness —— Shu's "Butterfly Love Flowers, Silkworm Chrysanthemum, Sorrow Smoke and Blue Tears"
Parting hurts the heart, but it confuses the heart —— Song Li Qingzhao's "Hua Lian is dead, tears are wet and Luo Yi is full of powder"
3. Farewell poems
Wang Wei, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, wrote Two Ambassadors Anxi. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:
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
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
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The light rain in the morning moistened the dust on the acropolis floor, and the branches and leaves of willow trees in the hotel covered with green tiles were particularly fresh. I sincerely suggest that you have another drink. Out of the Buddhist paradise, you will never have any bosom friends again.
The Yellow Crane Tower Farewell to Meng Haoran in Yangzhou is the work of Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of ancient poetry is as follows:
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
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Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou on this catkin-like, flowery March spring day. The lonely sail shadow of my friend faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only to see the Yangtze River rushing to the horizon.
"Farewell to the Governor in Shu" was written by a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of ancient poetry is as follows:
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? The child is holding a towel.
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The majestic Chang 'an guards the land of Sanqin and sees Wujin through the clouds. When I left you, I had infinite affection in my heart, because we were all floating in the sea of officials. As long as there is your confidant in the world, even if you are far away, you are like a close neighbor. Never break up at a fork in the road, like young men and women who are sad and crying.
The author of Biedongda is Gao Shi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of ancient poetry is as follows:
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?
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The sky was full of Huang Yun, the sun was shrouded in a daze, the north wind roared, and geese flew south in the falling snowflakes. Don't worry, you don't have a confidant on the road. Who in the world will not respect you (with your piano sound and your musical accomplishment)?
4. "Li" Poetry
A song leaves two lines of tears, I don't know where to meet again. Wei Zhuang
I've never heard of it. Su Shi
From the rivers and lakes, you can still swim and eat, and you will be crowned with Confucianism for a hundred years. Ganjin
Everyone who left the tent was drunk and the stars were teetering. Nalanxingde
From the ancient laws and regulations, it is necessary to shoulder the burden and turn your back on God. Xie Fangde
I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half-baked recently. He zhangzhi
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn. Jie Jiang
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. Su Shi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Bai Juyi
Never stay away from each other and know that you are longing for the other half? Zhang Hua
No matter the wind and rain, I will hate Jiangnan. Zheng wenbao
5. "Li" Poetry
South:
1, hard work and perseverance, let the east, west, north and south wind. (Bamboo Stone in Zheng Banqiao)
This poem embodies the tenacity and persistence of bamboo. This is a poem praising Yanzhu, and it is a poem about objects.
There were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and there were many pagodas in the misty rain. (Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring") The word "Southern Dynasties" adds a distant historical color to this picture.
"480" is a saying that the Tang people emphasize quantity.
The poet first emphasized that there was more than one magnificent Buddhist temple, and then sang with the sigh that "misty rain is coming", which is particularly reverie.
3. The adherents cried in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann, and another year passed. (Lu You's "The Feeling of Fence Gate at Dawn in Autumn Night") These two sentences describe the people in the occupied areas eager for recovery.
The people in the occupied areas groaned in pain under the iron feet of the Jin people, and their tears have dried up. How much they want to return to the embrace of the motherland, but they look forward to Julian Waghann's Northern Expedition every year, and they are doomed to be disappointed every year.
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? (Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou")
This poem depicts the poet's homesickness, which means: Zhongshan is very close, separated by a Yangtze River and several green hills, while I am in journey to the south, but I am getting farther and farther away from home.
5, Nanyang Zhuge Lu, Xiqiao Ziyun Pavilion. (Liu Yuxi's "Humble Room Inscription") comes from the classical Chinese "Humble Room Inscription", and the original text of its ancient poem is as follows: Original text: The mountain is not high, but there are immortals.
The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. I am a humble room, but I am virtuous.
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Hairpin phoenix
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no!
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo!
Meet you.
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, the phoenix tree is lonely, and the deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
Endless longing
Wu, Yue. The green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other. Who knows the feeling of parting?
Your tears are full and mine are full. The ribbon knot is not finished. The tide at the head of the river has ebbed.
6. Poems about parting
Farewell, Don. I'll get off the horse. I'll give you a drink. I'll ask you where you're 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.
Chengwei Qutang Wangwei, also known as "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores Xi", is drizzling and dusty in Chengwei, 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 loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
Thousands of trees reach the sky, and thousands of azaleas crow. The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
When money falls off the list, there should be no hermit when Tang was in power, and wise people should discuss it together. Even you, a mountain hermit, no longer imitate Boyi and Shu Qi Shu Qi to pluck hair.
It's fate that you can't get into the Golden Horse Gate. Who says I'm wrong? You passed by JAC during the Cold Food Festival last year and stayed in Beijing.
We also bid farewell to the wine on the outskirts of Chang' an, and our bosom friends will be separated from me now. You are going to sail south, and you can detain your Chai Men in a few days.
The trees in the distant mountains cover your shadow, and the sunset is beautiful and colorful. When you were not hired, it was purely accidental. Don't think that this friend is rare!
Farewell to Tang Libai, with blue mountains in the north and white water in the east. 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.
On the way to see Meng Haoran off to Yangzhou, an old friend of Tang Li Bai said goodbye to the Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
Farewell to your friend Tang Libai at Jingmen Ferry. Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with people in the south. 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.
Through this wall of Sanqin and a layer of fog, Du Shaofu was appointed as the Tang King of Zhou Shu. 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? The child is holding a towel.
Farewell Wei sang farewell to Youzi, and the river was first frosted last night. People who are most worried are afraid to hear the swan song, and lonely travelers are in the silence of mountains and clouds.
The dawn in Guancheng urged the cold, and the garden at dusk accelerated the pace of washing. This is Chang 'an Entertainment Center, where the years are wasted? .
Farewell, my friend Chen Tang. In April, the yellow wheat fields were blown by the south wind, and the jujube flowers had not faded, and the leaves of Laka had grown. The green peaks we left at dawn can still be seen at night. Go out and miss your hometown.
Chen, my friend, you have always been a great good man with your dragon beard, tiger eyebrows and your big forehead. You hide thousands of books in your arms. You hold your head high and never bow your head.
East Gate sells wine and drinks my Cao, as light as a feather. You lie flat, drunk and forget the white sun, but you open your eyes from time to time and stare at the high lonely clouds.
The tide of the lonely river joined the dark sky and the ferryman boarded his boat. It's getting late and we can't sail. People from Zheng can't go home, and people from Luoyang sigh with disappointment.
I heard that there are many friends around your woodland residence, and you were fired yesterday. Are they your friends today? . "Parting with Xin Qiji at Furong Inn" In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Changling was cold and rainy, and Wu and Fujian were lonely at night.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! Don't go to the Tang Dynasty, thousands of miles away in Cen Can and Huang Yun. During the day, the north wind blows goose feather and snow one after another.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? Send Li Duantang to Lulun, by my old door, in the yellow grass, we are still wandering and feel uncomfortable.
The way you walked into the sky, when I saw the snow falling at dusk, I came back. When I was young, my father and I traveled abroad, and I had no time to meet you in many difficulties and hardships.
Hide your face and cry, where does the dust go? Is it raining all the way from Tang, Wei and Chu in Zhou Li? The bell in the evening came to us from Nanjing.
The rain is heavy, the sky is not right, and the birds fly slowly. The Yangtze River flows into the distance of the Yangtze River, and the trees are full of rain.
Farewell to my old friend, I love infinity, and tears fall down on the river. The Tang dynasty sent people to the east to see the yellow leaves of Wen, and you insisted on giving up this place where you once lived.
The rustling autumn wind will take you to Hanyang Ferry, and the first sunrise will meet you in Yingshan. Several friends and relatives in Jiangdong are waiting for your boat to return from the horizon.
When can we meet again and have a hangover? After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. In Yulin Ridge, Liu Yong was cold and miserable, the pavilion was late, and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are in no mood, and the blue boat is ruined where I miss them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
I miss thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sink into the sky at dusk. Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Customs are strange, who to talk to. Breaking the array, to send Qi Ji, to give Chen Tongfu strong words, drunk watching the sword, dreaming of blowing horns.
Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to turn over the Great Wall, and the enemy is on the battlefield in autumn. Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder.
It's a pity that the king won fame both before and after his death.
7. Poems about parting
Send a friend away
Lipper
There is a blue mountain line north of the Great Wall.
To the east of the city is a white waterline.
Here you must leave me and drift away,
Like loose grass hundreds of miles away.
I will think of you in the clouds,
So think of me in the sunset.
We waved goodbye,
My horse brays again and again.
Biedongda
Gaoshi
A thousand miles away in Huang Yun,
The north wind blows goose feathers and heavy snow one after another.
Mochow has no bosom friend in the future,
Everyone in the world doesn't know you!
Yishui goodbye
Luo
Not in yan dan,
The strong crown.
In the past, people were gone,
The water is still cold today.
Give a gift to a friend
Du Mu
Affectionate but always ruthless,
But don't laugh before you die.
Candle has a heart, say goodbye,
Cry for others until dawn.
Yellow Crane Tower —— Meng Haoran's farewell on his way to Yangzhou
li po
The old friend said that the fireworks of the West Yellow Crane Tower will go to Yangzhou in March.
Lonely sails, distant shadows, blue sky, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
Du Shaofu was appointed as Shuchuan.
Bo Wang
Through this wall around the third district of Qin, it is the expected Wujin.
Our two officials ran counter to each other, and we said goodbye sadly.
Distant friends bring distant land closer.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
When sending Yuan Er to Anxi
Wang Wei
Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.
I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out for no reason.
Farewell Xin Jian at the Lotus Pavilion
Wang Changling
Cold rain enters the river at night, and enters Wu to see the lonely mountain of Fujian and Chu.
Friends and relatives in Luoyang are like asking each other a piece of ice heart in a jade pot.
8. Farewell poems
1. We said goodbye to each other sadly, and our two officials ran counter to each other. However, China kept our friendship and heaven remained our neighbor. (Wang Bo:&; lt； Farewell the viceroy to his post in Shu.
Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. (Li Bai:&; lt； Send a friend away >
The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend's prince? ? (Bai Juyi:< gives Gu Cao a farewell >)
It is rainy and dusty in Weicheng. The green willow in the guest house is new in color. I suggest you drink more wine. There is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west. (Wang Wei:&; lt； Send Yuan Er when Anxi >)
It's freezing, rainy and rainy, and it's late at night. Pingming sends tourists to Gushan Chu. (Wang Changling:&; lt； Break up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn >
6. Mochow has no confidant in the future. Everyone knows you, (Gao Shi:&; lt； Not big >)
7. Peach Blossom Pond and Three thousands of feet. Not as good as Wang Lun. (Li Bai:&; lt； To Wang Lun >)
8. Sailing alone, the blue sky is exhausted. Only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. (Li Bai:&; lt； See you on the way to Yangzhou, Meng Haoran >
9. We watched him walk eastward through the tower gate, leaving only hoofprint behind him (Cen Can:&; lt； A song "Snow White Farewells Tian Shuji Wu to Go Home" >
10. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the willow flute. The sunset is beyond the mountain. The horizon of the sky. A corner of the sea. Close friends are half separated. The rest is a spoonful of turbid wine. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong:&; lt； Farewell >)
Send Li Duan to see Lu Lun.
My hometown is full of hay, and my friends are really not sad.
The way you walked into the sky, when I saw the snow falling at dusk, I came back.
When I was young, my father and I traveled abroad, and I had no time to meet you in many difficulties and hardships.
Looking back at the direction you are going, hide your face and cry. See you in the war years, I don't know when.
On Li's Evaluation of Wang Changling
It is difficult to leave the Modaoqiu River, and the boat will be in Changan tomorrow.
The slow dance of black-bone chicken makes you drunk, and the green maple is white and cold.
In early autumn, I recalled Jin Jun's two younger brothers, Zhang Jiuling.
When the autumn wind comes to Zhu Jiang, I will leave my hometown.
Lonely clouds are far away, and one leaf knows the depth.
Worry and joy taste the same domain, flying and singing in different forests.
Looking at the northwest of Qingshan, it can be regarded as a white-headed song.
Xin 'an presents Liu Changqing.
Nine times the publicity room called, Wan Yi and his party.
Things go straight to heaven, but things happen later.
The material body is restored, and the sacred eyes are still bright.
Leaving the cold river, you will feel affectionate.
Liu Yong Yulinling
It's too late for Changting.
At the beginning of the shower, the doors are empty, the party is lingering, and the blue boat is urging.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
There are many kinds of customs, who can say!
Que Tazhi Feng Yansi
In autumn, the banana wind is half cracked, the pond is chaotic, and the rain is falling.
Build by laying bricks or stones around the grass to rest, and learn to worry about lilac knots.
Looking back to the southwest to see the late moon, the lonely goose choked when she came.
There's nothing to say before. When will Guanshan leave?
9. Poems about parting
1. Farewell Poem Author: Anonymous Age: Willow Green in Sui Dynasty, Yang Hua flying all over the sky.
The wicker broke and the flowers flew away. I wonder if pedestrians will come back. 2. Farewell Author: Wang Wei Age: Tang friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain, and I didn't close my hut door until it was dark.
Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? . 3. Say goodbye to the ancient grassland. Author: Bai Juyi years: Tang Man grass across the plain, with the four seasons come and go.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. 4. Xiao Shui Farewell Author: Wang Luobin Year: Don't leave yan dan here in the Tang Dynasty, a strong man broke his wrist.
No one was there at that time, and the water is still cold today. 5. Farewell to Xie Ting Author: Xu Hun years: Brother Tang misinterpreted boating, red leaves and green mountains and rapids.
When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing. 6. Farewell friends at Jingmen Ferry Author: Li Bai Age: Tang sailed from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with people in the south.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. Flying under the moon, the sea clouds shine like palaces.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. 7. Farewell in late spring Author: Han Cong era: Tang Qingdai red out of Fengcheng, sunset pavilion ancient and modern love.
Pedestrians don't listen to the water in front of officials. It's just the sound of years passing. 8. Say goodbye to Yan Fu in advance: Li Yinian: Tang Bicao flies in pairs like a line.
Nagato didn't start spring, so he advanced to class. The beam is boundless, and the eaves are cold and eager to wear.
Today, with the red calyx, the past is still sad. First, don't meet Qiu Hong and Liu Chi.
9. Farewell Author: Li Baiyao Age: Tang Yan, a glass of wine to do, to worry about. Night flowers float and dew, and dark water rushes back.
The geese flew last month, and the sound of insects reflected autumn. Who will talk about the fairy boat on the river beam tomorrow?
10. Jiang Ting jathyapple bid farewell to two authors: Wang Bo era: Tangjiang sent Banan water, and the mountains crossed the north cloud. On the autumn night in Jinting, no one sees tears leaving the group.
There is tangled smoke on the green steps, and the high moon shines on the south gate of Jiangting. Lonely from the pavilion, the mountains are cold at night.
1 1. Farewell Author: Wang Luobin Times: Tang Han's night is more eternal, Xiang Qiu's cool. Why is centrifugation a gift? You have your own jade pot of ice.
12. Song of Jinling, Farewell to Fan Xuan Author: Li Bai Age: The Tang Dynasty was as rocky as a tiger, and Ling Bo wanted to cross the Cangjiang River. The trend of Zhongshan Dragon Plate is coming, and the beautiful trees are beautiful.
For more than forty years, fame and fortune flowed eastward. Who is the son of Little White Horse? He went to prison when he was too young.
In the past, Jinling was magnificent and swept the heroic world. The crown is scattered into smoke, and the golden jade seat is turned into cold ashes.
When the blade was buckled, it was sad and empty, and Chen Liang's bones were all messed up. Emperor Dragon Sinks Jingyang Well, who sings yushu backyard flower?
There's no way to be sad here. Now stay away from Changchun grass. Send the heart of Wan Li to the Yangtze River. He visited Nanshan in 1996.
13. Send it to Yuan Ershi Anxi Author: Wang Wei Age: Tang Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
14. Don't Dongda Author: Gao Shi years: Huang Yun in the Tang Dynasty had a long day, and the north wind blew geese and snow in succession. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you! 15. Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou. Author: Li Bai Age: Old friends in the Tang Dynasty bid farewell to the West Yellow Crane Tower, 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. 16. Parting feelings of: Liu Suiyue: Turn the clouds to see the sun, the pond is just the time to dream back.
Recently, poems are like spring willows, which only bid farewell to the east wind. Words: 1. Recalling Wang Sun Qiu Jiang's farewell, collecting ancient sentences Author: Xin Qiji Time: Song Dynasty got the moon sorrow, Mochow, sorrow, sorrow, parting, and there is no need to complain about falling flowers. Yesterday, people not only had to fly every autumn. 2. Yulinling Author: Liu Yong Time: Song heart cold and sad, late for Changting.
At the beginning of the shower, the doors are empty, the party is lingering, and the blue boat is urging. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
There are many kinds of customs, who will tell?