Wei Cheng Qu Wang Wei advised you to drink more wine, and there was no reason to go out to Yangguan in the west.
Don Dong Gao Shi Mo Chou had no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knew you.
Friends and relatives in Luoyang, Wang Changling, at hibiscus inn parting with xin jian asked each other, and a piece of ice was in the jade pot.
The Yellow Crane Tower, a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou Li Bai, had a lonely sail, and the distant shadow was as blue as a sky. I can only see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
The seven-year-old daughter who sent my brother away was a strange goose, so I didn't fly in a row.
It's not as good as Wang Lun's to send me a message.
I moved to Languan to show my nephew Xiang Han Yuyun where the home of Qinling Mountain is, and the snow held him back.
bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry Li Bai where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness.
I saw my friends off. Meng Haoran? Break up and give away? All of my heart in life