I urge you to have one more glass of wine, leaving Yangguan in the west without any old friends

There are close friends in the sea, and the world is as close as the neighbors

The water of Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's gift My love

is closely connected before leaving, and I am afraid that I will return later.

I entered Wu in the cold and rainy night, and I saw off my guests in Chu Shangu in the morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot.

The flowing water connects you to Wugang, and you are not aware of the pain of separation.

Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds Dongcheng. This place is a different place, and I can conquer thousands of miles alone. The wandering thoughts of floating clouds, the love of old friends at sunset, I wave my hands and go away, the horses are chirping.