Answer:

1. We have close friends across the sea, and we are close to each other at the end of the world. ——From "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"

2. The setting clouds and solitary swans fly together, the autumn water and the long sky are the same color. ——From "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng"

Original poem:

Sending Du Shaofu to the appointment of Wang Bo of Shuzhou

The city gate assists the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke look out to Wujin .

I want to say goodbye to you, both are eunuchs.

There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world.

If you do nothing, you will be on the wrong road, and your children will be stained with towels.

Original text:

Preface to Tengwang Pavilion by Wang Bo

The old county of Yuzhang, the new mansion of Hongdu. The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu. It embraces the three rivers and leads to the five lakes, controls the wild thorns and leads Ouyue. The treasures are abundant, the dragon's light shines on the ruins of the Niu Dou; the outstanding people and places, Xu Ru sits on Chen Fan's bed. The mist in Xiongzhou is full of stars.

The Taihuang is at the intersection of Yi and Xia, and the guests and hosts enjoy the beauty of the southeast. The commander-in-chief, Yan Gong, looks forward to his elegant appearance, and his halberd is coming from afar; Yu Wen, the fan of Xinzhou, is temporarily stationed with a curtain. During the ten-day vacation, there are many successful friends; I am welcomed from thousands of miles away, and the house is full of distinguished friends. Soaring dragons and rising phoenixes are the words of Meng Xueshi

Zong; purple lightning and green frost are the arsenal of General Wang. The master of the family is the butler, and the road is well-known; how can a boy know that he will be rewarded with victory?

The time is September, and the sequence belongs to Sanqiu. The water is exhausted and the cold pond is clear.

The smoke condenses and the mountains are purple at dusk. I'm on the road, looking at the scenery in Chong'a. Visit Changzhou, the emperor's son, and find the immortal's old pavilion. The mountains are towering with greenery, and the sky rises above them; the flying pavilions flow with elixirs, and there is no ground below. Heting and Fuzhu are the lingering memories of poor islands; Guidianlan Palace is the shape of hills and mountains.

Wearing an embroidered gate, looking down at the carved beast, the mountains are wide and the plains are vast, and the rivers and lakes are so vast that they are horrified. The palace is beating down on the ground, and the bells are ringing. The clouds are gone and the rain is clear, and the color is bright. The falling clouds and solitary swans fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. The fishing boat sings late, and the sound is heard on the shore of Pengli. The wild geese are frightened by the cold, and the sound is broken by the Hengyang Pu.

The distance is smooth, and the joy is flying. The cool breeze blows and the cool breeze blows, the slender song condenses and the white clouds stop. The green bamboo in the Sui Garden is like a bottle that touches Pengze; the Zhu Hua in Yeshui is like a pen that shines in Linchuan. Four beauties, two are difficult to combine. I can only watch the sky in the middle of the sky, and I can enjoy traveling in my spare time. The sky and the earth are vastly different, and I feel the infinity of the universe. When joy and sorrow come, I realize that there are countless ups and downs. Hope Chang'an will be under the sun, and Wu will be among the clouds. The terrain is extreme but the southern sky is deep, the sky pillar is high and the northern star is far away. The mountains are difficult to cross, and those who have lost their way feel sad; meeting by chance is like a guest from a foreign land. When Emperor Huai disappeared, how old was the Xuan Dynasty?

Sigh! The fortunes are bad and the fate is misfortune. Feng Tang Yi Lao, Li Guang difficult to seal. Qu Jiayi in Changsha is not without a holy master; when Liang Hong travels to Haiqu, is there no lack of bright time? The gentleman you rely on sees the opportunity and knows the destiny. When you are old and strong, you would rather have a gray-headed heart? Be poor and strong, and never fall into the clouds. Drinking from the greedy spring makes you feel refreshed, and you still feel happy when you are in a dry road. Although Beihai is on credit, it can be picked up if it swings; the east corner is gone, but it is not too late to mulberry trees. Meng Chang was noble and noble, and devoted all his spare time to serving his country;

Ruan Ji was rampant, how could he cry at the end of the road!

Bo, three feet of micro life, a scholar. There is no way to ask for a tassel, waiting for the weak crown of the final army; if you have a heart, you throw a pen, and you admire the emperor's long wind. He gave up his hairpin and wat for hundreds of years, and carried it to him at dawn and dusk for thousands of miles. It is not the treasure tree of the Xie family, but it is the neighbor of the Meng family. He is getting closer to the court day by day, wishing to accompany the carp; now I am holding my arm in my hand, and I am happy to support it at the dragon gate. When Yang Yi doesn't meet, he touches Ling Yun and feels sorry for himself; when Zhong Qi meets him, why should he be ashamed to play the flowing water?

Wow! The resort is not permanent, and the grand feast is hard to come back; the Orchid Pavilion is gone, and the ruins of Zizeqiu are gone. The parting words are due to the kindness of Wei Xie; the climb to a high place to compose a poem is the wish of the public. Dare to express your contempt, respectfully and briefly quote; every word is full of poems, and all four rhymes are completed. Please sprinkle Panjiang River, and everyone will pour clouds over the land and sea:

Teng Wang’s high pavilion is near the river, and he wears jade and sings the luan while singing and dancing.

The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds, and the bead curtain rolls into the west mountain rain at dusk.

The shadows in Xianyuntan Lake are long, and things change and the stars move several autumns.

Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely.