When fish sink and geese travel all over the world, I believe that human beings are separated from each other. The autumn river is hard to leave, and the boat will be in Chang' an tomorrow.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
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, wiping your eyes like a heartbroken child? .
The feast lasted until the moon disappeared in the high trees and the Milky Way disappeared at dawn. Youyou Luoyang Road, when will this meeting be held?
In the morning, I heard the wanderer singing a farewell song. Last night, you crossed the Yellow River. People who are most worried are afraid to hear the swan song, and lonely travelers are in the silence of mountains and clouds.
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! .
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Drink white jade cups and wine, in this March when the sun is floating. The spring breeze can sway for a few days, and you and I are gray at the temples.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone.
Sailing alone on the sunset river, the grass is green in Wan Li, Hunan.
Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you.