Warm ancient poems are as follows:
1. Warm friends: we bid each other a sad farewell, we two officials going opposite ways.
and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. "farewell to vice-prefect du setting out for his official post in shu" Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo Translation: You and I have similar fates, rushing about the official career and staying away from home.
as long as you have intimate friends, you won't feel far away within the four seas. Even at the ends of the earth, I feel like a close neighbor.
2. The warmth of friends: and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints. A Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home Tang Dynasty: Cen Can Translation: The winding mountain road has lost sight of you, leaving only a line of horseshoe marks on the snow.
3. Warmth in spring: at sunrise, the river is more red than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Memories of Jiangnan Good Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi Translation: When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, making the flowers on the river brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
4. the warmth of summer: even the rain doesn't know if spring will go, and it will be sunny before summer is deep. It kept raining, and when it cleared up, I didn't even know that spring had passed, and it was very late in summer.
5. The warmth of the family: Qing Ping Le Cun Ju Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji's eaves are low and small, and the streams are covered with green grass. The Wu place that is drunk is drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful, whose home is the old man with white hair? The eldest son is weeding the bean field in the east of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting the coop.
I like the death of children most, and I lie on the stream and peel the lotus. The eaves of the hut are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
The drunken Wu dialect sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is the old man with white hair? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field east of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting a chicken coop. The favorite is the youngest son, who is lying on the grass in the stream head, peeling off the lotus just picked.