The most classic confidant is hard to find.

The most difficult classical poems to find are Du Fu's Journey to the South in the Tang Dynasty, Meng Haoran's Farewell to Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty, Yue Fei's Xiao Zhongshan couldn't stop because of the cold last night, Li Bai's Listening to the Luqin on a Moonlit Night in the Tang Dynasty, and Yan Shu's Xi Hua never shuts off his door.

1, Du Fu's Southern Expedition in Tang Dynasty

I've been writing poems all my life. Alas, I haven't met a bosom friend yet.

Commentary: I have been writing poems all my life, and I haven't met a bosom friend yet.

2. The farewell between Meng Haoran and Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty.

The lords of the kingdom are very hard on us, and the people who handle affairs are not our own kind. You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden.

Explanation: Who can quote me? There are few close friends in the world. You should just live a lonely life, shut down upper Chai Men and be isolated from the world.

3. Yue Fei's Xiao Zhongshan, I couldn't stop singing last night.

I want to talk to Yao Qin, but I have few intimate friends. Who will listen to a broken string?

Commentary: I want to give my heart to the lyre to play a song. Mountains and rivers are rare. Even if the strings are broken, who will listen?

4. Listen to the piano on a moonlit night by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty.

The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart. Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.

Commentary: Snow White's fingering makes your hands and feet in a hurry, and the syllables of green water really nourish your nature and purify your heart. Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.

5. In the Song Dynasty, Yan Shu's "Xi Qian Ying Flowers Endless"

Zhu Xian was silent. There are few intimate friends, and if there is love in the sky, it will be old.

Commentary: Since then, there have been few bosom friends, and Zhu Xian no longer sings the seventh chord. If the sky is sad with me, it will also frost my temples.