Farewell
Tang Wangwei
friend, I have watched you down the mountain, till now in the dark I close my thatch door. Spring grass is green every year, but O my Prince of Friends, do you?.
Farewell
Tang Luobin Wang
The cold is more important than the night, and the cool evening is Xiang Qiu. Why is centrifugation a gift? You have your own jade pot of ice.
a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou of the Yellow Crane Tower
Tang Li Bai
An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the friend's sail faded away, and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only to see the first line of the Yangtze river, running to the distant horizon.
Wei Cheng Qu/Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi
Tang Wang Wei
Wei Cheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise my friend to dry a cup of wine, west out of the yang Guan, it is difficult to meet relatives.
"at hibiscus inn parting with xin jian"
Tang Wang Changling
In the cold rain, he entered Wu at night, and in the plain, he saw off his guests in Chu Mountain. Friends, if Luoyang friends ask me to come; Just say that I still bing Xin Okho, adhere to faith!
Song Yang Wanli
After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaf in the next day is not to be green, the lotus is particularly bright red in the sun.
A Gift to Wang Lun
Tang Li Bai
Li Bai was about to leave in a boat when he heard the singing on the shore. Even if the peach blossom pond is so deep, it is not as deep as wanglun to see off my love.
farewell to vice-prefect du setting out for his official post in shu
Tang Wangbo
by this wall that surrounds the three Qin districts, through a mist that makes five rivers one. We bid each other a sad farewell, we two officials going opposite ways. The world is but a little place, after all. Why should you linger at the fork of the road, children * * * with towels.
a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home
Don Cen Can
the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, as if the pear trees blooming. Snow flakes fall into the curtain, wet the curtain, fur wear not warm Jinbei is also too thin. The general was Hand guard with cold hands, and the iron - clad steel was so cold that it was hard to wear. The desert iced over thousand feet and there was a crack, and the sky filled with gloom and gloom. But we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps
Farewell of Grass/Fu De Gu Yuan Grass
Tang Bai Juyi
boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season. Wildfire cannot burn it out, and spring wind's blow can bring it back to life. Wild grass wild flowers spread over the ancient road, the end of the grass under the sun is your journey. Once again, I sent my intimate friends, the thick grass represents my deep feeling.
seeing friends off
Tang Li Bai
with a blue line of mountains north of the wall, and east of the city a white curve of water. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like fatherless, drift in the wind, and travel far away. Floating clouds like a wanderer, like wandering, sunset slowly down the mountain, seems to have nostalgia. The wave of his hand from this separation, the friend riding on the horse will carry his long journey, the long Blew, it seems to not bear to leave.
Song Wang Guan
The water is eye-catching, and the mountains are gathering eyebrows. Where do you want to go? To the intersection of mountains and rivers. Just take the spring, and send you back. If you go to the south, you can catch the spring, you must keep the scenery of spring.
bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry
Tang Li Bai
sailing far off from Jingmen Ferry, soon you will be with people in the south. Where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness. The moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces. And the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles.
Farewell/Farewell in the Mountains/Farewell to Friends
Don Wang Wei
friend, I have watched you down the mountain, till now in the dark I close my thatch door. Grasses return again green in the spring, but O my Prince of Friends, do you?.
seeing off the master
don Liu Changqing
from the temple, deep in its tender bamboos, comes the low sound of an evening bell. With the bamboo hat in the setting sun, the only return to the castle peak gradually.
"Farewell"
Tang Li Bai
At the edge of Weicheng, he was too drunk to sleep. Pear blossoms are covered with snow, and poplar leaves are covered with ten thousand cigarettes. Say goodbye to the pot, and give a whip at parting. See Jun Ying go up, the new moon should be round.
Farewell Poem
Sui Anonymous
The willows are green and the flowers are flying in the sky. The wicker is folded and the flowers are flying. May I ask if the pedestrians will return?
Tang Cen Can
look how swift to the snowy sea races Running-Horse River!, and sand, up from the desert, flies yellow into heaven. This Ninth-month night is blowing cold at Wheel Tower, and valleys, fill with the broken boulders like peck measures, that downward, headlong, follow the wind. In spite of grey grasses, Tartar horses are plump, west of the Hill of Gold, smoke and dust gather, o General of the Chinese troops, start your campaign!. Keep your iron armour on all night long, send your soldiers forward with a clattering of weapons!, while the sharp wind's point cuts the face like a knife. Ma Maodai Xuehan
Preface to Send Ma Sheng to Dongyang (Excerpt)
Ming Song Lian
Yu was fond of learning when he was young. Because of poverty in the home, unable to get books to read, often borrow money from the library, copy it personally, and send it back on the appointed day. When the weather is cold, the water in Yanchi is frozen solid ice, the fingers can not extend, I still do not relax reading. After copying, please return home, dare not to slightly exceed the agreed time limit. So most people will lend me the books, so I can read all kinds of books. Not only is it crowned, but it is beneficial to admire the sage's way, and it is also difficult to master
"Passing Away with Dong"
Song Su Shi
has a thick life and is full of poetry and books. Tired of cooking leaves with old Confucianism, it is better to step on Sophora japonica with your child. If you are empty, you can't find a spring horse, but you can't look at the car. Proud of the secular, Sun Wong wet words such as crow.