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, Du Shaofu went to Sichuan, across the wall of Sanqin and the fog of five rivers. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. The sea breeze keeps a bosom friend, and heaven keeps a neighborhood. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel. Let the ancient grass bid farewell to the endless grass on the plain and come and go with the seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Sweet, they are pressed on the ancient highway, and the city is connected by sunshine and green. Oh, my friend's prince, you're gone again, and I love you deeply. Baiyun Song sends Liu to Beijing, Chu Mountain and Qinshan Mountain are all white clouds, and the director of Baiyun Department will accompany you. The dragon followed you, you entered the Chu mountain area, and the white clouds followed you through the Hunan water. Mizunokami, Hunan, female Luo Yi, Baiyun can lie down and return early. Plum blossoms Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and cold ling opened them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. On June 27, one of Wang Hulou's drunken books, Su Shi's dark clouds turned over the ink to hide the mountain, and the white rain jumped into the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. On June 27, Wang Hulou was drunk. Second, Su Shi released the fish and turtles one by one, and the ownerless lotus bloomed everywhere. Water pillows can make mountains pitch, and wind and ships drift around the moon. Zheng Xie, a bamboo stone, insists that the green hills are not relaxed and the roots are broken. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. The son of the fisherman, the egrets fly in front of Mount Zhang Xisai, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. In the Yuan Dynasty, Wang Anshi's firecrackers sounded one year old, and the spring breeze came from send warm to Tu Su. Thousands of families trade new peaches for old ones every day. Liu Yong and Zhang Zhi's jasper are dressed as a tree, and the evergreen silk tapestry hangs down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. When did the West Lake Song and Dance stop outside the Castle Peak Building outside Lin Sheng Mountain? Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent. Wang Weihe leaned alone in the bamboo forest in Zhuliguan, playing the piano and growling. Deep forest people don't know, come and take pictures tomorrow. A gift for Wang Bai was about to take a boat when he suddenly heard a song on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. There are many weeds and flowers beside Liuyuxi Suzaku Bridge in Wuyi Lane, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people. The hedges of Yang Wanli in Xugong Hall in the new city are scattered all the way, and the flowers on the trees are not shaded. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. Meng Haoran stayed at Jiande River at night, and my boat was sailing in the fog, worrying about the new guests in the sunset. How wide the sky is and how close the trees are, how close Jiang Qingyue is. Shangshan left early, Wen began to collect taxes early in the morning, and the guests all went back to their hometown to express their condolences. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. Du Fu, two orioles singing green willows, and a line of egrets flying into the sky, with autumn snow in Xiling in the window, and Wu Dong Wan Li boat moored at the door. Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan, Qian Shan birds fly, thousands of miles without footprints. Lonely boat, lion, old man fishing cold river-snow. Liu Changqing, the owner of Furong Mountain who stayed in the snow, was far away at dusk, with cold weather and shabby houses. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow returns home at night. In the faint moonlight, geese soar, and the next song runs at night. If you want to ride lightly, the snow is full of bows and knives.