You can laugh a few times in your life, but you have to get drunk when you meet in a drinking competition. ——Cen Shen's "A Night Gathering with the Judges in the Liangzhou Pavilion"

After the floating clouds parted, the flowing water lasted for ten years. ——Wei Yingwu "Meeting old friends in Liangchuan on the Huai River happily/Meeting old friends in Liangzhou on the Huai River"

We are both fallen people in the world, so why should we have known each other before meeting! ——Ma Zhiyuan's "Pipa Xing/Pipa Yin"

Don't worry if you have no friends in the future, no one in the world will know you. ——Gao Shi's "Two Poems of Farewell to Dong Da"

When relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, their hearts are filled with ice in a jade pot. ——Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower"

There are close friends in the sea, and they are like neighbors across the world. ——Wang Bo "Send off Du Shaofu to Shuzhou/Send Du Shaofu to Shuchuan"

I advise you to have another glass of wine and go west to Yangguan without any old friends. ——Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song/Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"

How many times can we meet again and again and laugh for hundreds of years. ——He Menggui's "Touching Fish·Remembering Where Everyone Was at the New Year"

The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me. ——Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"

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 sent this message to Long Biaoyuan"

Suddenly I remembered my old friend, now my boss. Dreaming is good. At a loss, I forgot about Handan Road. ——Wang Anshi's "The Proud Fisherman·The small bridge on the flat bank is embraced by thousands of peaks"

The spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return? ——Wang Wei's "Farewell/Farewell in the Mountains/Farewell to Friends"

Just like under the lamp, old friends from thousands of miles away meet each other after returning.

——Huang Tingjian's "Pin Ling·Tea Ci"