A poem whose bosom friend is hard to find.

Tang Ren: "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. Why linger at the fork in the road, the child * * * is stained with towels. "

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! (Wang Changling: Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn)

A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? (Gao Shi: "Don't be big")

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 muddy wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: "Goodbye")