"A Gift to Wang Lun" by Li Bai
Li Bai was about to leave in a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore.
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me. .
"Farewell to Du Shaofu for his appointment in Shuchuan" by Wang Bo
The city gate assists the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke look out to Wujin. I want to say goodbye to you, and we are both official travelers. We have close friends in the sea, and the world is far away. If you are a neighbor, if you are on the wrong road without doing anything, your children will be stained with towels.
"Farewell to Dong Da" Gao Shi
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are shining in the daytime, and the north wind is blowing the wild geese and the snow is falling.
Don’t worry, you will have no friends in the future, and no one in the world will know you.
"Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi" Wang Wei
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house The green willows are new.
I urge you to have another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.
"Send Meng Haoran to Guangling" Li Bai
An old friend bids farewell to Huang in the west. Crane Tower, fireworks under Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
"Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower" by Wang Changling
Entering Wu in the cold and rainy night, I see off my guest Chu Shangu in the morning.
Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, and their hearts are filled with ice in a jade pot.
"Leaving Jingci Temple at dawn to see off Lin Zifang" 》 Yang Wanli
After all, in June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
"Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" by Cen Shen
The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and the snow falls in August.
Suddenly, like a spring breeze, thousands of trees come. The pear blossoms are blooming.
The beaded curtains are wet and the silk curtains are wet. The fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the protective armor is still cold.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds are frozen thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, playing fiddles, pipa and Qiang flute.
Snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the wind blows the red flag, which is not frozen. Turn over.
I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the mountain road was covered with snow.
You were nowhere to be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
"Rain Lin Bell" Liu Yong
The cicadas are mournful, it is late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the place of nostalgia is driven by the orchid boat.< /p>
Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked.
Thinking of it - thousands of miles away, the mist is sinking in the sky.
Passionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, even more so It's too late to neglect the Qingqiu Festival.
Where can I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows, with the evening breeze and the waning moon.
After so many years, it should be a good time and a good scene.
Just - even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell me...
"The Wandering Son" Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering body. Before leaving, there are dense seams, meaning I'm afraid I'll be back late.
Who can say that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three spring rays!
"Traveling on the Shasha" by Ouyang Xiu
Waiting for the pavilion with broken plum blossoms and the creek bridge The willows are thin, the grass is fragrant and the wind is warm and the bridle is shaking.
The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is endless like spring water.
Every inch of the soft intestine is filled with pink tears. Don't lean on the dangerous railing near the high building. .
Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and travelers are even outside the spring mountains.
"Congratulations to the Bridegroom" Zhang Yuanqian
Send Hu Bangheng to Xinzhou to wait for the system
>Dreaming about Shenzhou Road, I am disappointed - the autumn winds are drawing corners, and the Forbidden City is leaving the millet.
The bottom line is that Kunlun is the mainstay, and the yellow currents in the nine places are gathering in chaos - foxes and rabbits falling into thousands of villages.
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God’s will is always high and difficult to ask, but the situation is that human beings are easy to grow old and sad to tell.
Geng Nanpu, I will see you off.
The willows growing on the banks of the Liang River encourage the dying summer. Geng Xiehe River , sparse stars and pale moon, broken clouds slightly.
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers know where to look back and talk to each other in bed at night.
When the wild geese are not available, who will write the book? .
Ken-er Cao has a grudge against you. Hold up the big white and listen to the golden thread.