Tang Libai
Li Bai will want to travel by boat,
Suddenly I heard singing on the shore.
Peach Blossom Lake is deep in thousands of feet,
It's shallower than Wang Lun's love for me.
Li Bai, send a friend.
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
Send Will-Wang Changling.
Upstairs, the river was drunk and drunk to bid farewell to the sweet orange pomelo, and the wind and rain in the river brought the boat desolate.
Imagine that you are alone in the xiaoxiang moon, listening to the long ape with a melancholy dream.
Xin Jian was sent to Furong Building.
Wang Changling
Cold rain crossed the river into Wu,
Pingming Chugu Mountain in Fujian.
If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other,
A piece of ice is in the jade pot.
Bai Juyi: Farewell to Ancient Grass
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Farewell friends at Jingmen Ferry.
(Tang) Li Bai
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Biedongda
(Tang) Gao Shi
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?
Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back? (Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Ancient Grass")
Du Fu's On Going Downstream: It's a common thing in Qi Wang's family, but Cui has heard it several times before. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
Du Fu's Five Ancient Books? Li Bai's two dreams: death is the reason for parting, and there are whimpers, but life leaves again and again. You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river. Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you. I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way. The soul comes to the maple leaf, and you disappear into a vague castle. However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? . I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air. There is water to cross, they are wild and toss, and no one makes horned dragons.
Du Fu's Spring Memories of Li Bai: Bai Ye's poems are invincible. Li Bai's poems are the fresh wind of Yu Xin's poems and the backbone of Jun Zai's works. Now, I am alone on the spring tree in Weibei, and you are on each side of the sun, sunset and sky in the southeast, and you can only miss. When can we have another drink and discuss our poems?
Li Bai's "I heard that Wang Changling left to move to Long Biao Yao to have this letter": Huayang fell to the ground and cried, Wendao Longdu crossed the five streams. I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.
Li Bai's "Nanjing Hotel Parting" in Tang Dynasty: The wind blows willow cotton, the store smells fragrant, and Wu Ji advises guests to drink. Comrades in my city came to see me off. When each of them drank his glass, I said to him when leaving. Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ?