Sailing alone on the sunset river, the grass is green in Wan Li, Hunan.
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Peach Blossom Pond and thousands of feet are not as good as Wang Lun's.
Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone.
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.
It's a pavilion on the Spring Breeze Lake, and wicker vines are divorced.
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.
Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! .
Willow branches are broken and flowers are flying. Will pedestrians come back?
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
Sailing alone on the sunset river, the grass is green in Wan Li, Hunan.
Only lovesickness is like spring scenery, and Jiangnan Jiangbei will send you home.
What's more, things are different, and eventually they meet.
It is difficult to leave the Modaoqiu River, and the boat will be in Changan tomorrow.
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.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
After all, the world is just a small place.
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.
Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past.
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.
It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Centrifugation is no different from Xijiang, and it sends sails thousands of miles straight.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.