1, Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. Poems about parting. I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out.
2, there is the hate of parting, it is difficult to have parting words. When we leave, it's cold to sigh goodbye. When can we meet? If you don't think about it, you will never forget it.
3, the water country night frost, the moonlight is cold, the mountains are light. Who says a thousand miles from today, just one dream?
4. See each other, meet each other, feel sad when leaving, and feel sorry for one person in an empty building. Seeing that the heavenly king has not returned, it's just that Shan Yu attacked the building, heartbroken.
5, tired of branches and leaves, the wind falls like falling flowers and poor autumn. Why sit and worry about the company of beautiful people? Tears gradually disappeared, and the moon also set.
6. Festivals in Yang Liuzhi and Fang Fei hate giving people away every year. There is no sad song for me, even if you come, you can't be folded.
7. When the song ends, don't be safe. No matter how far away the world is, I still remember that there are orchids in flowers.
8. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place.
9. Here, you must leave me and drift away for hundreds of miles like loose grass. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
10, Lang Ruchen is on the stranger, and my concubine is like a wadding on the shore. The melody looks at each other, and the trace is nowhere to be found. Wine noodles are spring breeze, tears are zero autumn rain. Do you still miss home after parting?
1 1. Apes crow at the end of the river, and people hurt themselves, and they are farther away from the minister, and Qingshan Wan Li is alone.
12, it's hard to break branches recently, so you should leave more.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. We were breaking up when the river mysteriously widened towards the full moon.
14, there is no bright moon in the dead of night, and it is acacia that hurts to leave. Autumn frost is cold and fragrant, only Changfeng sends red leaves.
15, before the end of the world, there is only parting, and the spring breeze strives for a long strip.