1, an old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
2. Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels.
3. Entering Jiangwu on a cold rainy night, seeing guests off in solitude. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
5. The north wind rolled the white grass and blew it away, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The bow became stiff and could hardly be pulled out, and all the iron clothes were cold. The vast sea is full of ice and the clouds are gloomy. Wan Li condenses. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. 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.
6, chilling, for Changting night, the shower began to rest. All the accounts are in no mood, and the blue boat is ruined where I miss them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. I miss thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sink into the sky at dusk. Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
7. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, I was drunk in the daytime, and the north wind blew goose feathers and snow one after another. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
8. Weicheng is warm, rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green. 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.
9. Jason Wu is the hometown separated only by a strip of water, so it's embarrassing for you to go to Chunjiang. Where do the sails anchor at sunset? As far as the horizon is concerned, it breaks people's intestines.
10, brother misinterpreted the boat, and the red leaves and green hills were urgent. When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing.
Characteristics of parting poems
Throughout the ages, many literati always sing the song of parting. In addition to this deep sadness, there are often other sustenance; Or encourage, or express friendship, or pin the poet's own ideals and ambitions. In addition, some farewell poems in the Tang Dynasty are often filled with positive youthful atmosphere, full of hopes and dreams, reflecting the spiritual outlook of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
It is often difficult for relatives and friends to meet for several years, so the ancients paid special attention to the underdeveloped communication caused by inconvenient transportation in ancient times. On the occasion of parting, people often set up wine farewell parties, fold willows to send them away, and sometimes sing poems to bid farewell, so parting has become the eternal theme of ancient literati.
Farewell poems generally describe the scenery according to time and place, express the feelings of parting, and thus reflect the author's thoughts and feelings. The common images in farewell poems are pavilion, willow, dusk, wine and autumn. Poetry titles often have words such as "give, don't, send". The content of farewell includes writing about the differences between husband and wife, relatives, friends and colleagues, and even rushing by. The technique used is often to choose the chest and eyes directly or to express emotion by borrowing scenery. Some styles are bold and broad-minded, some are euphemistic and implicit, and some words are shallow and affectionate.