Du fu's farewell poems

Farewell, there are blue mountains to the north of the Great Wall and white waterlines to 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. Poems by other poets: Two Poems by Dong Da (I): The sun is shining in Huang Yun thousands of miles away, and the north wind blows geese and snow one after another. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you. Seeing off Shen Zifu's Jiangdong Wangwei Liu Yang Ferry, the guests were sparse, and the teacher staggered towards the entrance. Only lovesickness is like spring scenery, and Jiangnan Jiangbei will send you home. On the way to bid Meng Haoran farewell to Yangzhou, Li Bai's old friend went out of the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. In Wang Changling, I left Xin Jian at Furong Inn, where it was freezing and rainy, and I entered Wu at night. In Pingming, Fujian and Chushan are lonely. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! How about Li and Wang being demoted to the viceroy of Xiazhong and Changsha, and Lamar being the stirrup cup? ? Wuxia, the ape is sad and tears, Hengyang Guiyan brings me the book. In autumn, the sails on the river are far away, and Baidicheng is sparse along the Yellow River. The wise dynasty will now give more rain and dew. Don't hesitate to leave. Send someone to Dongwen Ting Yun, an old castle filled with yellow leaves. You are determined to give up this place where you once lived. The rustling autumn wind will take you to Hanyang Ferry, and the first sunrise will meet you in Yingshan. Several friends and relatives in Jiangdong are waiting for your boat to return from the horizon. When can we meet again and have a hangover? Yang Wanli: [Selected Songs] Swimming on the lotus pond in the hot evening, the fine grass shook off and suddenly reported to the farmers, 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.