1. I would like to ask you, Dongliu Shui, who is good or bad with you? ——Li Bai?

2. I advise you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west. ——Wang Wei?

3. Where to anchor the sail at dusk, the sight of the horizon will break your heart. ——Meng Haoran?

4. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. ——Li Bai?

5. We know each other in the sea, and we are neighbors in the world. ——Wang Bo?

6. Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. ——Li Bai?

7. I wish you a long life and a long life. ——Su Shi?

8. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. ——Wang Wei?

9. If you were transformed into hundreds of billions of people, you would disperse to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown. ——Liu Zongyuan?

10. When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan. ——Li Shangyin?

11. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? ——Wang Anshi?

12. I don’t know where the reeds are blowing, and all the people are looking at their hometowns overnight. ——Li Yi?

13. The thoughts of wandering in the floating clouds, the love of old friends in the setting sun. ——Li Bai

14. Saying farewell leisurely, reminiscing about feelings without reason. ——Xu Shu?

15. I know that the human heart is not like a tree, so why should I leave it like a flower? ——Xiao Zixian?

16. It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. ——Li Shangyin?

17. When will we know each other when we miss each other? It is embarrassing at this time and this night. ——Li Bai?

18. Endless is the sorrow of separation, and I have thought about it all over the world. ——Yan Shu?

19. After leaving, I don’t know whether you are far or near, how desolate it is to see you! ——Ouyang Xiu?

20. It rains in the middle of the night on the sycamore leaves, and the sound of the leaves is parting. ——Zhou Zizhi?

21. The melancholy Xiaoying waning moon, farewell. Soundproof and dust free.

——Wei Zhuang