Are there any ancient poems about lovers' parting?

Li Bai, my hair hardly covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying for my door. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood. We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy. When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh. I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls. But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love. Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower. Then, when I was sixteen, you embarked on a long journey. Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky. I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss. Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves. Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs. Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade. Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! . I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng. I don't understand that Huang Yun is smoky during the day, and the north wind blows goose feathers and heavy snow. Mochow has a vast road ahead, and everyone knows you! Yulin ridge, chilling and sad. Liu Yong was heartbroken and Changting was late. At the beginning of the shower, the doors are empty, the party is lingering, and the blue boat is urging. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold 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. There are many kinds of customs, who can say! Seeing off Shen Zifu's Jiangdong Wangwei Liu Yang Ferry, the guests were sparse, and the teacher staggered towards the entrance. Only lovesickness is like spring scenery, and Jiangnan Jiangbei will send you home. 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. In Wang Changling, I left Xin Jian at Furong Inn, where it was freezing and rainy, and I entered Wu at night. In Pingming, Fujian and Chushan are lonely. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! How about Li and Wang being demoted to the viceroy of Xiazhong and Changsha, and Lamar being the stirrup cup? ? Wuxia, the ape is sad and tears, Hengyang Guiyan brings me the book. In autumn, the sails on the river are far away, and Baidicheng is sparse along the Yellow River. The wise dynasty will now give more rain and dew. Don't hesitate to leave. Send someone to Dongwen Ting Yun, an old castle filled with yellow leaves. You are determined to give up this place where you once lived. The rustling autumn wind will take you to Hanyang Ferry, and the first sunrise will meet you in Yingshan. Several friends and relatives in Jiangdong are waiting for your boat to return from the horizon. When can we meet again and have a hangover? Goodbye Li Shutong Pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. The horizon is limited and the ends of the earth are scattered. Let's leave Meng Han with a cloudy glass of wine tonight. Outside Changting, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. I am a lotus girl, and my heart is full of tears. If you see lotus tears, do you know how bitter lotus is? I am a lotus girl, but I am committed to your heart. Tonight, song for you, every word is sad. I am a lotus girl, dancing for you day and night. See how many things there are in the world? My only friends are me and you. I am a lotus girl, and I dream of being a poet with you. I hope there are lovers in the world, and one day they will get married. I am a lotus girl, please remember my heart. On the day when the lotus blooms next year, one flower after another brings my blessing. 2. The fisherman intends to blow away the green trees in the spring breeze, but it is difficult to break them in the world of mortals and leave his sadness. Even if there is not an inch of merit reported to heaven, my heart will remain unchanged and I will not pray for help from heaven. The world pursues the east water, and the hero walks the world alone: watching the flying boat cross the south. Where does duckweed go? Sighing the past is unbearable, and sadness comes from it. The mountains and rivers of the ages are still there today, and the lofty sentiments are hard to say, and there are several spring and autumn seasons in the wind and rain. Sometimes, why ask a thousand sentences in the sky? Send Hong Fei to the sky. Four, three, two southern songs, 1. Boli often missed meeting Jun, and never hesitated again. Never forget to meet in your life: stay in your hometown and stay in Qingshan. The pen is too chic, and the ink is the most unrestrained. Birds fly out of the reeds: the voice of love sings for me.