Poet Li Bai got up early, because today is the day to bid farewell to his good friend Meng Haoran and go to Guangling. Think about it. A few days ago, they often drank and sang poems together and enjoyed each other. Today, they will be separated. "Master, I cheer you from the heart, and your reputation has risen to the sky. In the rosy youth, you gave up the importance of hats and chariots and chose pine trees and clouds; And now, Whitehead ... "
Poet Li Bai got up early, because today is the day to bid farewell to his good friend Meng Haoran and go to Guangling. Think about it. A few days ago, they often drank and sang poems together and enjoyed each other. Today, they will be separated. "Master, I cheer you from the heart, and your reputation has risen to the sky. In the rosy youth, you gave up the importance of hats and chariots and chose pine trees and clouds; Now, Whitehead ... "Li Bai silently read the poem in his heart, got dressed and walked out the door.
March is already spring, and the Yangtze River is misty and full of flowers. The waves in the river rise and fall, patting the shore gently, as if singing a farewell poem. The mountains in the distance are green, but there is a little red light flashing among the lush trees. This is a blooming azalea. The willows beside the Yellow Crane Tower are spreading their branches in the spring breeze, with beautiful posture. However, Li Bai is now in no mood to appreciate the spring scenery.
A few simple dishes were extremely placed on the Yellow Crane Tower, and Li Bai raised his glass. "Brother Haoran, Wang Bo said it well,' However, China has our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor'. Although my brother came to Yangzhou thousands of miles away, it was not without opportunities to get together. As long as we miss each other, there is no difference between the end of the world and distance! " Li Bai's writing is very open-minded, but his trembling tone reveals his inner anxiety.
"Yes, the fireworks in Yangzhou are waving to me in March. Brother Taibai has traveled all over the world, and we will meet one day after all. Come on, let's drink this. " Meng Haoran suddenly raised his glass and looked up and took a sip of wine.
"Brother Haoran, take care!" Li Bai sent Meng Haoran to the boat hand in hand and watched him float away.
The scenery next to the Yellow Crane Tower is still beautiful, with green grass and flowers in full bloom. Looking at the familiar grass and trees, Li Bai remembered all kinds of scenes of his party with Meng Haoran.
Cicada is still singing. It is very hot in summer and the sun shines brightly. How can we lose the conversation between friends in such weather?
When the weather starts to get cold and the melodious guzheng sounds reverberate in the sky, it is the best time to recite poetry. How can there be no poet friend like Meng Haoran?
Snowflakes are the most beautiful in winter. When they come to earth in droves, everyone will be full of poetry. How can we lose a friend this season?
When the spring rain is continuous and frogs are everywhere, the old farmer is still wishing a bumper harvest in a year. How can a poet not have a bosom friend?
However, with Meng Haoran leaving Yangzhou, all these beautiful dreams will be declared fruitless. How can we not be disappointed?
When Li Bai came to his senses, Meng Haoran's boat had already sailed away, leaving only a white spot on the mighty river. Li Bai couldn't restrain his surging poetry and began to write poems on the wall of the Yellow Crane Tower:
My old friend resigned from the Yellow Crane Tower,
Fireworks fell in Yangzhou in March.
Lonely sails, distant shadows, blue sky,
Only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
What can better express Li Bai's melancholy and yearning than the endless Yangtze River?