2. An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the friend's sail faded away, and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only to see the first line of the Yangtze river, running to the distant horizon.
3. we bid each other a sad farewell, we two officials going opposite ways. The world is but a little place, after all. Why should you linger at the fork of the road, children * * * with towels.
4. The bright moon hides high trees, but the long river does not dawn. Youyou Luoyang Road, when will this meeting be held?
5. I heard the wanderer sing farewell songs and crossed the river at the beginning of the frost last night. Those who worry most fear to hear the swan song, and the lonely traveler in shan unzan's silence.
6. The cold rain entered Wu in the night, and it was clear to see off the guests in Chu Mountain. Friends, if Luoyang friends ask me to come; Just say that I still bing Xin Okho, adhere to faith!
7. I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out to Yangguan in the west.
8. and the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles.
9. An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
1. oh, go and ask this river running to the east, if it can travel farther than a friend's love!.
11. Li Bai was about to go by boat when he heard the singing on the shore. Even if the peach blossom pond is so deep, it is not as deep as wanglun to see off my love.
12. White jade and a glass of wine, green poplar in March. The spring breeze can sway a few days, you and I have greying at the temples.
13. here you must leave me and drift away, like a loosened water-plant hundreds of miles. Floating clouds like a wanderer, like wandering, sunset slowly down the mountain, seems to have nostalgia.
14. we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road. The mountain road twists and turns has not seen you, only to leave a row of horseshoe marks.
15. Tomorrow is the day to rise to the future, to be alone with the old man.
16. Lonely sails shadow on the sunset river, grass green, Wan Li, Hunan.
17. we bid each other a sad farewell, we two officials going opposite ways. -Wang Bo < < farewell to vice-prefect du setting out for his official post in shu >
18. and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints. -Cen Can's a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home
19 This place is another place, like a loosened water-plant hundreds of miles. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off"