1. "Farewell to Xie Ting" A song by Xu Hun tells the story of boating, red leaves, green mountains and rapids. At dusk, people are far away from the drunkenness. The sky is full of wind and rain, and I go down to the west building.
2. "Writing Love" by Li Yi The water pattern of the precious silk is long and long, and the good time of a thousand miles will rest overnight. From then on, I had no intention of loving the good night and let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon.
3. "The Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi" Wang Wei The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
4. "Farewell to Wei Er" by Wang Changling. Farewell to the fragrance of oranges and pomelos in Jianglou, the river breeze brings rain into the boat to cool down. I remember you far away in Xiaoxiang, and I worry about listening to the ape's dreams.
5. "Sending Shen Zifu back to the east of the Yangtze River" by Wang Wei. There were few travelers at the Yangliu Ferry, and Master Yi was rowing towards Linqi. Only lovesickness is like the beauty of spring, sending you home from the south to the north of the Yangtze River.
6. "Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling" Li Bai The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
7. "Pipa Tour" by Bai Juyi The Xunyang River saw off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustled in autumn. The master dismounted and was on board the boat. He wanted to drink wine, but there was no orchestra. It's too late to be drunk and happy to say goodbye. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
8. "Jianling's Sorrow and Hope" Yu Xuanji The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail. Remembering you, my heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.