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?

Six purlins drifted away mercilessly, and one left Luo Jing for more than ten years.

It shouldn't be enough for my husband to be poor, and I can't afford to drink when I meet you today.

The sunset at dusk turns thousands of miles of clouds into dark yellow; The north wind is blowing hard, the snow is falling, and the geese are flying south. Don't worry about having no friends ahead. Who in the world doesn't know about you? Like a bird vacillating and feeling sorry for itself. It has been more than ten years since it left Luo Jing. A gentleman is determined to win when he is poor, but he can't afford to pay for drinks when he meets today.

2, "Farewell to the viceroy to serve in Shu" Tang

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place.

Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.

Wei Chang 'an, the land of Sanqin; Far away in Sichuan, but far away. You and I have similar fates, running around in official career, far from home. As long as you have intimate friends, you don't feel far away within the four seas. Even at the ends of the earth, I feel like a close neighbor. Breaking up at a fork in the road really doesn't need to be immersed in love and shed tears.

3. Song Ouyang Xiu's "Spring West Lake to Thank Cao Yun"

There are thousands of glasses of wine for every confidant and more than half a sentence for lovers.

Know a bottle of wine from a distant lake, and you will remember the people in Wan Li, the ends of the earth.

I feel less when I meet my confidant when I drink, and I don't want to say a word when I meet someone who is not speculative. Drinking a bottle of wine on a distant lake will remind you of the person you miss in the distance.

4, "Summer in Nanting Sixin" Tang Meng Haoran?

The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.

Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.

The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.

I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.

Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.

The setting sun suddenly set in the western hills, and the bright moon in the eastern corner of the pond gradually rose to the east. Let go of your hair and enjoy the cool tonight. How quiet and comfortable it is to lie around with the window open. The breeze slowly brings lotus fragrance, and the bamboo leaves gently drip dew. I wish I could pick up the piano and play a song, but I hate that there is no bosom friend to enjoy. On this beautiful night, I can't help but miss my old friend. I can only dream about it in the middle of the night.

5, "There are tall buildings in the northwest" is unknown to Han.

There are tall buildings in the northwest, flush with the clouds.

Cross sparse junction window, aging third order.

There is a string song on the floor, with a sad voice!

Who can compose this song? No one is Qi Liang's wife.

Merchants in the Qing Dynasty drifted with the wind in the Middle Song Dynasty.

Sighing again and again, generosity is more than sadness.

I don't care whether the singer is bitter or not, but I hurt my bosom friend.

I would like to fly high for two swans.

A tall building stands in front of us in the northwest, majestic and towering into the sky. High-rise buildings are carved with wooden strips, staggered into beautiful panes, surrounded by tall eaves and triple steps. There is a string song floating upstairs. How pathetic! Who can play this song? It was this woman who died for it, so sad that she "cried for a long time" that the capital of Qi collapsed.

The voice of business is clear and sad, how sad it is to float in the wind! Xu Chi's swing was gradually relaxed when this sad string was played in the "middle key". Accompanied by rhymes and sighs, the beauty who caressed the piano and shed tears was silent with generosity and sorrow. I don't regret the pain in the sound of the piano, but what is more sad is the deep call for my bosom friend. May we become heart-to-heart swans, fly high together and swim in the infinite blue sky and white clouds!