Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. A ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: "Goodbye")
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. ("Farewell Du to Shu Guan")