An old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
Sailing alone, the blue sky is exhausted, and only the Yangtze River is in the sky.
Send Wang Lun.
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Crying Xuancheng fine wine.
In front of Jizuo's grave, an old spring will be brewed. There is no dawn at night. Who are you selling wine to?
"I heard that Wang Changling left and moved to Longbiaoyao to send this."
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams.
I was worried about the bright moon and followed you to Yelangxi.
Li Bai broke up in a hotel in Nanjing
A girl Wu poured wine and advised me to drink it. A gust of wind blew and the catkins were fragrant.
When each of them drank up his glass, I told him that the comrades in my city were here to see me off.
If it can go further than the love of friends! Oh, ask this river that flows eastward.