I would like to be a winged bird in heaven, and a twig on earth.

If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?

We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before?

Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.

The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world is at this moment.

I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.

Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. Who in the world doesn’t know you?

It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and you will meet again when the flowers are falling.

I wish you a long life, thousands of miles to visit Chanjuan!

Continuous cutting and confusion are the sorrow of separation, especially the feeling in the heart.

"The Peacock Flies Southeast":

You should be like a rock,

I am like pampas grass.

Pampas grass is like silk,

The rock has no transference.

I think Liu Yong's "Yulin Ling" is the most representative.

The cicadas are chilling, it’s late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.

Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival! Where will you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?