If you know each other, why are you close? -Han Yuefu folk songs.
Wan Li is near-the Three Kingdoms. Cao Weizhi.
Know each other far and near, but Wan Li is still a neighbor-Don Zhang Jiuling.
Young people learn new things, but they miss their old friend, Tang Hanyu, on their deathbed.
Take literature as your friend and virtue as your neighbor-Tang Zuyong.
Make friends at the end of life, not for ups and downs. -Tang Helan entered the Ming Dynasty.
There is no distinction between old and young in life, so why should we tune together first? -Don Du Fu.
Friends like painting need to be light, mountains like paper don't like peace-Qing Weng Zhao.
Fold the flowers and give them to the person at the faucet. Jiangnan has nothing, but it has given a spring. -"Poetry for Ye Fan" by Lu Kai, a Southern Song Dynasty poet.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows a gentleman. -Don't be big.
Friends are friends, and comrades are friends.
The husband will not cry when he leaves. -Lu Guimeng's Parting in the Tang Dynasty: Ah, my brothers, confused and scattered, without you, what does life mean to me? . Du Fu: Remembering brothers on a moonlit night)
Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I long for a writer's book.
I can't tell the fear in my hurry, but pedestrians will open it again. (Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si")
Every winter on the solstice in Handan, I tuck my knees in front of the lamp. If I want to sit at home late at night, I should also talk about travelers.
The child took the clothes and asked, Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home")
At this time, with the separated heart, I blew out the candle, it was not dark, I put on my coat, it was not warm, so I left my message to the moon, and then turned to my bed, hoping to dream of Zhang Jiuling, look at the moon and miss a distant person.
A vagrant heard drums heralding battle, and a wild goose sang in autumn.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, what's the point of my life without you? .
However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? . (Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night)