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.
Other poets':
Choose Two Eastern University Poems (I)
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,
Who doesn't know you in the world?
Send Shen Zifu to Jiangdong
Wang Wei
Liudaokou is sparsely populated,
The teacher paddled to the entrance.
Only lovesickness is like spring scenery,
Jiangnan jiangbei will take you home.
Say goodbye to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou
Lipper
My old friend resigned from the Yellow Crane Tower,
Fireworks fell in Yangzhou in March.
Lonely sails, distant shadows, blue sky,
I only saw the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
Farewell Xin Jian at the Lotus Pavilion
Wang Changling
Cold rain at night, Wu,
Pingming Chugu Mountain in Fujian.
If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other,
A piece of ice is in the jade pot.
The deputy generals Li and Wang were demoted and moved to the middle of summer and Changsha.
Gaoshi
What do you think of this,
Take our horse to get the stirrup cup? .
Do these tears mean that all the monkeys in Wugu are crying?
Or the news that Hongyan returned from Hengshan? .
On the river between the green maples, the autumn sails are getting dark,
There are only a few old trees by the wall of White God.
But the new year will definitely make us feel the nectar from heaven.
Cheer up, we will be together again soon! .
Send someone to visit the east.
Wen tingjun
This ancient castle is covered with yellow leaves.
You insist on giving up this place where you once lived.
There is a strong wind blowing at Hanyang Ferry.
The sunrise lit up the peak of the camp gate.
Who will stay in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River for me,
After your lonely boat enters the end of the sky? .
I keep asking you when we'll meet again,
When we use wine glasses to soften the pain of parting.
Yang Wanli: Visiting the Lotus Pond at dusk [Selecting Songs]
The fine grass shook off and suddenly reported Nong, and the shawl stopped a westerly wind.
The lotus is still hot at dusk, and its lower face is hidden in a blue umbrella.
The flower pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun.