Beginning of autumn Rilugou sent Shao Xinzheng to see Shi Xianggong.
It's a long way to go to the countryside by bike, and the trees are chirping in early autumn. Yan's heart ached for the account book,
Fengcheng looked back at Yunfu at dusk. After the picture is heard, ride it. If you don't see the group, please stay.
Three years, see Buyi off, and make you cry.
Comment: Riding a bicycle on the road, only two rows of green trees are accompanied by Qiu Chan. How can you not be lonely, let alone seek an official position? This makes parting particularly sad, and the poet can't help feeling sad when he looks at his friends fading away until they disappear into the twilight.
Li Sancai: a poet in Ming Dynasty.
Send Xu Langzhong to the towns.
It is difficult to leave the town in the clear autumn. Yong and Han Ce were transferred to Qin as officials.
The wild geese are frightened by the wind and the clouds are cold at night. Toast in each museum, leaves are full of saddles.
Comment: No matter what the reason, it is always "it is difficult to leave in the clear autumn". Autumn wind is tight, geese fly south, cold clouds are boundless, and yellow leaves are fluttering. It's always hard to get over a farewell dinner.
Xu Weihe, a poet in Ming Dynasty. Tang Daizong's dharma poems.
See Wei Tiqi off at Wuyi Xikou.
There are many tourists in Qingshan, the situation is complicated and the distance is far. The geese in these two places are difficult to take care of.
For a while, Luan crane was always careless. People walk from the edge of Du Ruozhou, and the road branches at the mouth of Taohua Cave.
Faming climbs high and melancholy, and Goose Creek leans against the sun.
Comment: Seeing the difference of others, I have already thought of the difference between myself and my friends. For example, Luan cranes stray from the group, and geese sing together, inseparable. It breaks my heart to see my friend drifting away.
Li Panlong: a poet in Ming Dynasty. Poetry is noble and expensive, and language is close to emotion.
Send a friend away
The west wind bleak face, a tree failure not climbing. Qiu Lao, a few people are still in white society.
There is no master on the moon, and there are no green hills. Outside the high-rise building in the north and south, guests and friends have a glass of wine in tears.
This farewell is no longer difficult to get together, and the dream is in the end of the world.
Brief comment: The original preface: On the first day of August, Wang Ju 'nan Building sent Chen Ruxiang, Qingzhang, Shen Congxian to Gusu, Xu Xinggong Jianxi, Chen Weixun Liaocheng and Jiang Zhicai Guangling to Baixia. In the west wind, friends went their separate ways, and the world suddenly became cold and cheerless, leaving only a crescent moon reflecting the lonely Yang Shulin. It's hard to get together when we leave. and heaven remains our neighbourhood, separated from each other, can only place hopes on dreams.
Wu Mengyu: a poet in Ming Dynasty.
Send Hu Mengmao to the Yuanjiang River in Bo City.
Holding hands with infinite love, what's the difference? An official is like a bean, and the ground has been fought.
Fear of the road is difficult to determine, and the poet complains. Can be as sparse as thinking, konoha Dongting wave.
Comment: Sending friends on the road makes people feel hurt, and the ups and downs of life experience make people feel more "self-reproach". Those who are outside the official are more like leaves falling in the lake, and they can't help themselves.
Yang: A poet in the Ming Dynasty.
Don't wait on others
In the north, the temple near the muddy water bridge, it rains in the east. The ancient crossing of sand in Sangcun moved the way,
Birds are smoking in the hut. Jiang Zuoyi is sad, and Huaixi bonfire meets Qinchuan.
What's more, it is said that bandits have traveled all over the countryside and want to disembark from Xunyang Wan Li.
Comment: Traveling by rain, describe what you saw along the way: Sangcun Gudu, Cabin Man. The desolate scene, constant wars and the appearance of bandits brought difficulties to travel, and the emotional parting made the poet's heart heavy and sad.
Jiang Yi: a poet in Ming Dynasty.
Leave Du Yuhuang at the top of the cool mountain.
Bring up the sunset and worship the hills without drinking. Autumn is a lonely sail, and people are lighter than the battlefield.
Jiang Chuan, the wind leaves reduce frost. Looking back at the sky in the future, I think you are lonely.