What poems describe friendship and brotherhood?

1, being in a foreign land, I miss my family more often during the festive season.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Said by: Don Wang Wei, I miss my Shandong brothers on vacation in the mountains.

Being alone is always a bit bleak, and I miss my distant relatives every time I go to the Double Ninth Festival. Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood.

2. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.

From: Wei's "Send Yuan 20 An".

The light rain in the morning moistened the dust on the acropolis floor, the air was fresh and the hostel was greener. Sincerely advise friends to have another glass of wine. It's hard to meet old relatives when you go west from Yangguan.

Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore.

Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.

Said by: Tang Libai, for Wang Lun.

I was about to get on the boat and untie the cable when I heard melodious singing from the shore. Look at Taohuatan. Even though thousands of feet is deep, how can I be as grateful as Wang Lun?

However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor.

Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.

Said by Don Weber, Farewell to the Governor of Shu.

As long as you have intimate friends, you won't feel far away within the four seas. Even at the ends of the earth, I feel like a close neighbor. Breaking up at a fork in the road really doesn't need to be immersed in love and shed tears.

5, the old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

Said by: Tang Li Bai, Farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower Meng Haoran on his way to Yangzhou.

My friend said goodbye to me at the Yellow Crane Tower, and went to Yangzhou for a long trip in the spring of March when catkins were like smoke and flowers were like flowers. The shadow of the solitary sail gradually disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only to see the rolling Yangtze River heading for the sky.