Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Wang Bo, send Du Shaofu to Sichuan.
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
"Don't move big" is of high quality.
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Wang Wei sent Yuan Wei as two ambassadors to Anxi.
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
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.
See Meng Haoran again on Li Bai's way to Yangzhou.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
Break up with Wang Xinjian Changling at Furong Inn.
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Yang Wanli, sent to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao.
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
A Song of Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Ng Wui
The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
It enters the pearl shutters, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, and a cotton pad is thin.
The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.
The unfathomable ice in the sand sea, gloomy clouds and Wan Li condensation.
But let's drink to the guest who came home from the camp and play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him.
Until dusk, when the snow collapsed our tent, our frozen red flag could not fly in the wind.
We watched him walk eastward through the wheel tower door and enter the snowdrift on Tianding Road.
Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.
Yu Lin Liu Lingyong
The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are not in the mood, and the blue boat urges me to send them where I miss them.
Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless and choked up.
Reading-go to a thousand miles of smoke and waves, and the twilight sinks into the sky.
Since ancient times, it is more worthy of being left out in the autumn festival.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon.
After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.
Even though there are thousands of customs, who should I talk to? ...
Meng Jiao, a tramp's song.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
But how much love an inch of grass has is three times!
Ouyang xiu, a trip to the sand
The plum blossoms are waiting in the pavilion, the willows on the bridge are thin, and the grass is warm and swaying.
Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.
Inch by inch, my heart is tender, my eyes are full of tears, and the height of the building is not close to the dangerous fence.
Spring mountain is everywhere, and pedestrians are even outside the mountain.
"He Xinlang" Zhang Gan Yuan
Send Hu Bangheng to NSW.
Dream around Shenzhou Road, melancholy-the autumn wind draws corners, and the Forbidden City leaves the millet.
At its root, Kunlun is dominant, and nine foxes are turbulent.
God's will is never difficult to ask, but it is easy to say that you are sad when you are old.
More Nanpu, farewell.
The willow trees on the cool shore heat up the summer. More diarrhea river, the stars are thin and the moon is thin, and the clouds are slightly broken.
I know where to turn around and talk in bed.
If the goose doesn't come, the book becomes a book.
Cao Kener hates you. Xiubai listens to gold thread.
2. Imitate the poems of sadness and parting. Since then, you can often smell laughter and laughter in the Ming Garden and see pairs of carefree couples walking side by side. Smart and delicate Huier will always take advantage of the sunset to collect the newly exposed incense sticks and make a sachet embroidered with the pattern of Bing Di Lian for her cousin Rong Ruo. Rong Ruo, who is as delicate as Iraq, always removes the lamp on her pillow on a quiet night and appeals on a red note that she loves Huier deeply and she loves her dearly.
If fate is ruthless, it clearly makes those souls who walk alone warm and attached; If the fate is sentimental, it will always give birth to great disasters in stable years, which will make happy people feel at a loss.
Who would have thought that lovers who were still close to each other yesterday would be close at hand today and farewell forever? Is the fate too shallow, or is it too difficult to be together, or is everything predestined? Looking back, Huier has become a chosen scholar, staying in the complicated palace forever, and can no longer talk to cousin Nalan. However, the Ming Garden, which was once full of affection and honey, is now only withered melancholy and thin silhouette.
Without wisdom, there is no heart. Nalan Rong Ruo remembers that warm day as a "past life", because only then was he the most real. Since then, he has suffered from a serious illness due to long-term cold wind and unrestrained drinking. On his deathbed, he was cold all over, like falling into a Millennium ice cave, breathing hard and unable to move. In an instant, he wanted to commit suicide, so be it, fell asleep and stayed away from right and wrong.