After seeing off her brother, the seven-year-old girl said goodbye to Lu and was about to leave the pavilion. Unlike geese, people don't fly in a row. This poem expresses the attachment of the little author when he bid farewell to his brother. Brother is on the road, the sky is gray at the beginning of autumn clouds; Around the road pavilion, leaves fall in succession and the atmosphere is bleak. Sadly, people can't fly far together like geese, but at this time our brother and sister can't go far together. The atmosphere of scenery writing in the poem corresponds to the mood of parting. Brother and sister can't bear to be separated, which is natural and sincere in the contrast between Dayan and Qi Fei. Li Bai bid farewell to his friends, 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. Qingshan lies across the outer city north, and still white water flows around the east. When we leave here, it is like a loose grass fluttering in the wind, and Wan Li travels far. You are like a cloud in the sky, and I am reluctant to part with you like a sunset. We waved goodbye at once, and the horse didn't want to part, so he couldn't help whistling. This poem is like an oil painting. The beauty of human feelings and the beauty of nature are intertwined and lifelike. The poem is open-minded, optimistic and affectionate. Don't be tall and comfortable in Wan Li. In Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows the goose feather and snow one after another. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you! Thousands of miles away from the north, the clouds all over the sky make the sky look dim. The north wind roared, and the geese flew south in the scattered snowflakes. Don't worry about having no intimate friends ahead. Who doesn't know you in the world? The northern scenery written in the first two sentences set off the poet's frustration when he bid farewell to Neusoft University, while the last two sentences comforted and encouraged his friends and were impassioned, which were heartfelt and touching farewell poems. Xiao said goodbye to the king and yan dan here, and a strong man made a crown. No one was there at that time, and the water is still cold today. At that time, Jing Ke bid farewell to Yan Taizi Dan and went to the State of Qin to assassinate the King of Qin. When he left, the strong man was impassioned and furious. Today, the ancient brave people are long gone, but the water here is still as cold as it was then. This poem is different from ordinary farewell poems. The poet's yearning for the ancient brave seems to inspire his friends to learn from Jing Ke and do something. Seeing Du Mu off is affectionate but always heartless, but I feel that I can't laugh before I die. The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning. When we are apart, we obviously have feelings. We always find it difficult to express our inner feelings, and we feel as if we are heartless. Don't try to smile at the party, but you can't. The candles at the party seemed to understand our parting and shed tears for us until dawn. The poet expressed his affection and sincerity when he left his friends. On the way to Yangzhou, the Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran and Li Bai's old friend. Yellow crane tower fireworks in Yangzhou in March, the sky is very blue. Only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. Li Bai sincerely admires Meng Haoran. The first is to admire his character. This can be proved by a letter to Meng Haoran: master, I cheer you from the heart, your reputation has risen to the sky, and you gave up the importance of hats and chariots in your rosy youth, and you chose pine trees and clouds; Now, white-haired, drunk with the moon, dreaming of sages and bewitched by flowers, you turn a deaf ear to the emperor. Mountain, how I long to reach you, and some people admire Meng Haoran's poetic art, Meng Zuo's "Wandering, Thinking, Returning to Wang Baiyun's Back": When I came home from the valley, I was already looking back at the mountain road, but I saw cattle, sheep and woodcutter lost in the dark, grass insects were cold, and the door was still open. What I saw and heard floated in front of my eyes and ears, and waves of various emotions surged in my heart just to convey my concern for that outdated friend. That stupid watch looks like it at present. Li Bai's two sentences, "A solitary sail crosses the blue sky to the end, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky", are excellent report performances using this technique flexibly. As for the first two sentences, "Yellow Crane Tower" in the western language and "Yangzhou" in the eastern language all use "anthomaniac, you turn a deaf ear to the emperor" smartly. As the object, Meng Haoran's spirit is vividly on the paper, and the affection of "worshipping pure fragrance" is also vividly on the paper. This poem is very different from Xi on the Twenty Shores of Yuan Dynasty: it has no generality and can only be given to Meng Haoran. A brief but happy encounter with my brother-in-law "All shall be well, jack shall have Jill" Yi Lee grew up and met again after ten years of torn and tired years. The first time I heard your last name, I thought you were a stranger, and then I heard your name. I remember what happened to your young face and the tide. We have told you and told you until tomorrow evening when you travel to Yueyang and leave in autumn. One peak after another between us. The original situation is this: Li Yi and his cousin met on the trip and only knew each other's names. This is a great surprise. But if you write in this order, the surge of poetry will be covered by mediocre narrative. The poet put before him "Let's meet again when we grow up after these ten torn and boring years", which shows how deeply he was touched and can also arouse readers' sympathy for the sufferings of life. The sentence "ask surname" is very subtle: I was "surprised" at first sight, but I already had a guess in my mind, so I went to "ask" the other person's name-if we regard this couplet as an intertextuality, the scene of "asking Taiwan Province for help" at that time would be like this. And when the other person says his name, he can't help looking at his cousin and bringing back a string of memories. Later, we talked for a long time and had a strong family relationship. Time flies, and there will be less and less. Readers will fill them with their own life experiences, surprise them and sigh them. However, before the joy was fully publicized, the poet's heart was already tortured by the next day's departure. He thought he would be alone on Baling Road in the future. After walking through mountain after mountain, he was very depressed. I bid farewell to Shu Bo across the wall of Sanqin, looking at Wujin in the distance, saying goodbye to each other, two officials who have been working day and night. However, China has our friendship, and Heaven has our neighbors. Why do you want to wander at the fork in the road? The literati class in the Tang Dynasty actually realized the highest value of life by being able to "be a teacher for the monarch". Therefore, even if they are officials, they will be Beijing officials, and they will feel lost outside. Both the giver and the receiver in this poem have this "love complex for Beijing", so they are reluctant to go to Chang 'an and are sent to other places. Looking at the direction they are going to work, they feel particularly ethereal. The giver comforted the giver, especially pointing out that "we two officials are on the right track" and waiting for our own fate. Since we share the same fate, we can share any sorrow. However, after all, the scholars in the early Tang Dynasty had an optimistic background, so they could quickly shake off their sad mood and shout out the grandiose words of "However, China holds our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor". We seem to see him wave his hand firmly and cut off all the troubles in front of us. This poem is the most standard. One or two sentences leave the place of parting, three or four convey the sadness of parting, five or six sentences get rid of the sadness of parting and turn to optimism. Seven or eight sentences should be combined with "using the wrong method", followed by "the child touches the towel", and the third sentence and "inaction" are very wonderful. Wang Wei, an acacia tree, when those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches and take them home. For me, as a symbol of our love, Wang Wei is in Chang 'an and his friends are in Lingnan. How to dispel a friend's "love for Beijing"? You said you miss him very much, and it doesn't matter if you say you will get better in the future. You can only scratch your boots. His heart is unbalanced: how can others stay in Chang' an, and I am so unlucky? In order to comfort him, I had to find a new way to say, "Don't think you are uncomfortable. I am not necessarily better than you in Chang 'an. Now I am waiting for your comfort. "Send more acacia!" When the other party sees it, it may alleviate a little psychological imbalance. The second envoy to send Yuan, Anxi Weicheng, is facing the rain and the dust, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. He advised you to drink more wine and write farewell poems for no reason. The friendship between people is deep and shallow. For intimate friends, if the feelings are shallow and the delicate characteristics of friendship cannot be written, this poem will fail. But if it's just a general friendship, it's not appropriate to write this situation as sentimental and dying. From all indications, Yuaner and Wang Wei can't be close friends. Yuaner is going to be an ambassador. In fact, the task is glorious, and he should never be discouraged. But after all, friends should also show appropriate nostalgia. Wang Wei's poems meet the above requirements. In fact, he just made some pleasantries, but he can turn these pleasantries into novel and unique images, which is the secret of his success in this poem. "It's raining in Weicheng, and the guest house is green and willow is new in color", which means, you see, God knows you are on your way and sends someone to sprinkle water on you. Everything is bright and fresh, and your journey must be pleasant. "I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out to Yang Guan in the west", which means that we haven't seen each other for a long time since you went. Let's have another drink! The whole poem has some faint sadness and is full of boxing wishes. We should not only see his sadness, but also see his light. I broke up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn. Wang Changling, it was cold and rainy, even by the river at night. Wu sent guests to Chushan, and relatives and friends in Luoyang asked Bing Xin. There is a famous saying in Nine Arguments: "If you travel far, you will be sent home when you climb the mountain." It conveys a unique sadness of people who send people home as distant guests. Homesickness is the eternal theme of farming society; Homesickness is a pain in the hearts of all wanderers. "Cold rain enters the night", and the confused night and wandering mood set each other off. "Ping Ming Farewell Fujian in a Lonely Mountain" is a stranger, and the people I know are different from myself, but I still want to go home. How happy people are and how unlucky people are! We can imagine his expression at the moment: he is helpless in the face of unparalleled loneliness. We don't know why he wants to "unite with Wu" or how long he will stay in Wu, but we have to believe that nothing can destroy his spirit of longing for holiness, because he then made a sentence: "Luoyang relatives and friends are like asking each other, and there is a piece of ice in the jade pot." How much like the image of Bing Hu Xinyu! Bright and crystal clear, elegant and noble, what a clear line has been drawn with the mortal world! Qin Guan's "Que Qiao Xian" skillfully uses thin clouds, flying stars to spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? The waterline of Li Yi, who writes about love, is full of precious thoughts. From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon. Shen Zifu was sent back to Jiangdong, Wang Wei, and the passengers were scattered, and the teacher rowed to the door. Only lovesickness is like spring scenery, and Jiangnan Jiangbei will send you home. Jiangling rushed to send thousands of maple leaves to the river bridge. Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night. The second envoy sent Yuan, Anxi Wang Wei Acropolis, raining and dusting, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun. Where do you want to find elegant training with Chunshan road map? The towering Kunlun Mountain is full of shock and anger. In the wind, Kun Peng deceives big birds, while in the rain, young Yan Jing is light and handsome. Today, I will ride the wind and make great achievements in Wan Ren. Sweep away the evil in the world, and a gentleman will always hate it. Xue Yue's pictures are all sacred books, and he often feels that his heart is very spiritual. Laughter alarmed guests from all directions, and anger turned to Hushan. I'm not afraid of bloody battles. I sang the song of Wan Liqing and traveled alone. Uncover the sky and lift the ground to comfort life. Where does Hanjiang fish alone to find good news? The road in the world is boundless and unintentional. Ruthlessness may not be a real hero, so why should intimate friends take root together? Cry a thousand miles and cherish each other in the future. Generosity has been a hero since ancient times, and writing youth with blood is generosity. The spring mountain trip is bleak, the years are drifting away like a dream, and the wandering world is sad and lonely. Romance is with Kunpeng, and I scream on the wall. Wan Li's rivers and mountains are full of wind and water for ten years. Spell a cavity of righteous blood and go straight to the sky. Yaotaiqu Qingshan old man is white in front, and the cold urges the wanderer to Yaotai. The road is deep and loose, and the broken beads splash jade dreams. When the sky in Fei Ying is misty, the monks in the mountain temple are terrified. They ring the morning bell and recite the Buddha's name to help these talents. Tianshan Mountain walks away from its beloved snow, and shame thieves on their merits. I only heard that the hero abandoned his post and left, but I didn't see the spring tide in the East China Sea. Endure to see a strong man bear a grudge, and Mo Wen hung the sun and the moon in the sky. The giant's eyes are small, but the hero's heart is wide. Even if the dragon rises from the sea, it is difficult to give Wutai lofty sentiments. The evil slave barked at Yao Shun, and the people sighed in unison. Swear to turn an inch into a long sword and kill all wolves and jackals in the world. If he has a triumph that year, I will make a comeback. The tree is full of depression for ten years, the pillars are inclined, and anger comes from bravery. A cavity of heroism permeates the sun and the moon, and it is suspected that it is Changhong Eagle. Show the economy to make up for the sky, and inspire Lei Gong. Speaking of the greatness of hegemony, the sky is the east wind to me. The first time I heard of Guluojiang's new work, I forgot to return it, and every word was well written. Gurgling by the river, singing in the sky, thoughts flying like a pen. A sigh, a thunder, the weather is not angry. Suddenly I heard that the hero had been wronged by a thief, and all the heroes in the world were very sad. The true face of Lushan Mountain. Why is it so urgent? Talk nonsense and trap the lion. When the lion cried goodbye to Lushan Mountain, Lushan Mountain bowed its head sadly. If you want to smash the hell without ministers, you have to take the ladder to heaven. Looking back, don't ask the wind and rain, you will know the merits and demerits. Li Bai's travel map sings loudly to correspond to every day and calls for the spirit of the earth. Once the mountain was used to drive away tigers, and several times it was a battle of fire. Poetry is full of brilliance, and Liu Tie's works are full of enthusiasm. Why do you want to go back to Chang 'an Road? And then get rid of the adulterer for prosperity. Wang Changling's Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn entered Wu on a cold rainy night, and clearly saw the loneliness of Minchushan for no reason. Luoyang relatives and friends came to ask each other, and a piece of ice heart was in the jade pot. Wang Wei's farewell I dismounted to propose a toast to you. I asked you where you were going and why. You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life. But don't ask me, white clouds pass through there without end. Meng Jiao's "Gu Bie" does not attract Lang Yi. Where is Lang today? I won't blame you for coming back late. You can't go to Lin Qiong. Han Yu's "Moving Left to Languan to Show His Grandnephew's Neck" shows where the home of Qinling Mountains is, and the snow holds Languan but the horse does not move forward. Knowing that you came all the way, you should have done it on purpose so that I could collect the bones by the river. Gu Cheng's "Don't Want in Spring", are you going to let me go with your handkerchief or come back right away? No, it's nothing, because it's like falling flowers in water, like dew on flowers. Only shadows can understand, only wind energy can understand, only butterflies swept away by sighs are still flying in the hearts of flowers ... Bai Juyi's "Song of Eternal Sorrow" But, just as the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, your majesty's love is eternal and deeper than the sky. The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *? The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow. 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 almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. 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. Parting poems don't want you to go, time stays for me; Missing is like a lingering willow, rippling in my heart. I don't want you to go, love and hate are long, and love is like a dream mirror. Parting, the past remains the same, parting, old friends waving, parting, sunset reflection, parting, falling red is also sad. When we meet at dusk, we want to go, but people can't stay. Why do you drink bitter wine with tears, overflow with pride and tearful eyes, and ask why? Farewell Poems Sui Sui anonymous willow hanging to the ground, flowers flying in the sky. The wicker broke and the flowers flew away. I wonder if pedestrians will come back. Send Yuan Ershi Anxi [Tang] Wang Wei Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun. Don't be tall and comfortable. In Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind blows goose feather and heavy snow one after another. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? Farewell to the viceroy, leaving Shu for Tang, separated by the wall of Sanqin and the water of five rivers. 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. The Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou [Tang] Li Bai's old friend stayed in the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, 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. "To Wang Lun" [Tang] Bai was about to take a boat when he heard singing on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. I heard that Wang Changling moved to the Longbiao kiln on the left and sent this news [Tang]. Li Bai and Huayang both cried, and Wen Daolong crossed the five streams. I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang. Xuan Zhou Xie Tiao building farewell school book cloud [Tang] Li Bai Qiu Yan Changfeng company, I face them here, drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. Since the world can't satisfy our desire, the Ming Dynasty sent ships to find them. Farewell to your friend [Don] Li Bai at Jingmen Ferry. Soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang [Song] Yang Wanli. After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. Infinite lotus leaf, 4 ancient jokes, 4 lovers jokes, 4 children jokes and 4 love jokes. Send someone east to Wen, the old castle with yellow leaves 1, and you insist on giving up this place where you once lived. There is a strong wind blowing at Hanyang Ferry No.3, and the peak of Yingmen No.4 sunrise lamp is reached. When your boat sails to the end of the sky, who will stay in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River for me? I ask you again and again when we will meet again and have a drink to comfort your face. Farewell poem Li Bai's "Farewell to Friends" shows a blue mountain line in the north and a white water line 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. We waved goodbye, and my horse neighed again and again, and suddenly heard the song on the shore. Peach blossom water is deeper than that sent by Wang Lun. When leaving Lu Guimeng's husband, there were no tears and no room for parting. Zhang Jian toasted 1, ashamed to be a wanderer. When a poisonous snake bites, a strong man unties his wrist. Aim to be famous, 4. How sighing it is to leave. Farewell to Tang Libai, with blue mountains in the north and white water in the east. This is a moment, like a loose grass hundreds of miles long. 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. The two envoys sent Yuan, An Xitang, Wang Wei and Wei Cheng, and the guest room was green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun. "Parting with Xin Qiji at Furong Inn" In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Changling was cold and rainy, and Wu and Fujian were lonely at night. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! 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. Xie Ting bid farewell to Xu Hun's brother, twisted the boat, and the red leaves and green hills galloped. 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. Pipa, Bai Juyi, I see the guests off, I swim by Xunyang River at night, and the maple leaves and rushes whisper in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. The rain is crisp and Liu Yong is far away, there are still thousands of miles of smoke and waves, and the evening is heavy and chutiankuo. (Part II) Affectionate feelings have been more comparable since ancient times, ignoring the clear autumn festival. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. 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. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
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