The poems that describe the warmth of the world are as follows:
1. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is thousands of feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun’s love for me. ——Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"
2. On the old friend's creek, I am worried and helpless, and the smoke is shining on the moon tree. ——Shi Dazu's "Liu Chun Ling·Yong Plum Blossoms"
3. If you don't care about Bao Bao's friendship when he is poor, this way is abandoned by people today. ——Du Fu's "Poverty Friends' Journey"
4. Don't worry about having no friends in the future. No one in the world knows you. ——Gao Shi's "Two Poems of Farewell to Dong Da"
5. Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, and their hearts are filled with ice in a jade pot. ——Wang Changling "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower"
6. There are returning guests in Dongting and old friends in Xiaoxiang. ——Liu Yun's "Jiangnan Song"
7. The fragrant grass has faded, but the old friends have a different future. ——Wei Zhuang's "Night Thoughts on Zhangtai"
8. I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow the wind until the night is west. ——Li Bai "I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Long Biaoyuan sent this message"
9. Old friends look at each other as if they were in love. Don't worry about the late night rain hitting the pear blossoms behind closed doors. ——Qin Guan's "Partridge Sky·Sitting in the middle is a hermit from Meishan, Shi Yingzhi, and an impromptu reply from the previous rhyme"
10. On the old friend's stream, where the waning moon is flowing at dawn. ——Wu Wenying's "Moon over the River: Sending Weng Binyang off to Ezhu"
11. Traveling from south to north, we are old and have few old friends. ——He Zhu's "Returning from the Fishing Boat·The Green Spring Is Deep and Good for Dying Clothes"
12. If you have nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, just give me a sprig of spring. ——Lu Kai's "Poem to Fan Ye"
13. There are endless geese in Dongting all night long, flying north without waiting for dawn. ——Li She's "A Song with Junge"
14. We know each other no matter how far we are, but we are still neighbors thousands of miles away. ——Zhang Jiuling's "Farewell to Li Shaofu in Weicheng"
15. Where are the old friends from yesterday? Still empty and deserted.
——Gu Zijing's "Chengnan Liu"