The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and went down to Yangzhou in March. -- Li Bai, "Sending Meng Haoran to Guangling from the Yellow Crane Tower"
A friend in the sea is a friend in a distant land, and a faraway land is a faraway land. -- Wang Bo, "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"
I advise you to drink a glass of wine, and there is no old man in the west. -- Wang Wei, "The Song of Weicheng"
Luoyang friends and relatives ask for each other, but the heart of ice is in a jade pot. -- Wang Changling, "Sending Xin Jian to Hibiscus Tower"
It is hard to part when we meet each other, and the east wind is powerless to part with the hundreds of flowers. -- Li Shangyin, "Untitled -- It's Hard to Say Goodbye When Meeting Each Other"
Mo worry about not having a friend in front of you, and who in the world doesn't know you. -- Gao Shi, "Farewell to Dong Da" (别董大二首)
接天莲叶无穷碧，映日荷花别别别红。 -- Yang Wanli, "Seeing off Lin Zifang on Dawn from the Temple of Pure Ci"
The blue sky is exhausted by the distant shadow of a lonely sail, and only the Yangtze River flows between the skies. -- Li Bai, "Sending Meng Haoran to Guangling from the Yellow Crane Tower"
The grass on the plains grows old every year. -- Bai Juyi, "Sending Farewell to the Ancient Grasses"
Wrapped in coarse fabrics, the belly is full of poems and books. -- Su Shi, "Farewell to Dong Chuan"
Whoever abandons me cannot stay in yesterday's day. -- Li Bai, "Farewell to the School Book Uncle Yun at Xie脁 Lou, Xuanzhou"
The flowers spattered with tears, and the birds startled with hate at parting. -- Du Fu, "Spring Hope"
Laughing up at the sky and going out the door, is my generation not an artesian. -- Li Bai, "Farewell to the Children at Nanling and Entering the Capital"
The sword is drawn to break the flow of water, and the cup is raised to dispel the sorrows. -- Li Bai, "Farewell to the School Book Uncle Yun at Xie脁 Lou in Xuanzhou"
It is lazy to look back at the flower bushes, and half of it is for cultivation and half of it is for the king. -- Yuan Zhen, "Five Songs on Leaving Thoughts" (离思五首-其四)
明月别枝惊鹊，清风半夜鳴蝉。 -- Xin Qiji, "The Moon on the Western River - Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night"
Autumn sails are far away on the Qingfeng River, and ancient trees are sparse by the Baidi City. -- Gao Shi, "Sending Li Shaofu to Changsha" (送李少府贬贬峡中王少府贬长沙)
少小离家老大回，乡音无改鬓毛衰。 -- He Zhizhang, "Two Songs on Returning to the Countryside - One of Them"
The mountains end with the flat fields, and the rivers flow into the great wilderness. -- Li Bai, "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"
I hate you for not being like the moon on the river, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, but only following each other without parting. -- Lu Benzhong, "Cai Sang Zi - The Hateful Monarch is not like the Moon on the River Tower"
There is a hundred feet of ice on the appendage of the vast sea, and ten thousand miles of sorrowful clouds are condensed. -- Cen Sen (岑参)《白雪歌送武判官回京》
After all, the West Lake is in the middle of June, and the scenery is not the same as that of the four seasons. -- Yang Wanli, "Seeing off Lin Zifang on Dawn from the Temple of Pure Ci"
I don't see you in the mountains, but I see you in the snow, and I see you in the sky, where the horses are traveling. -- Cen Shen, "The Song of White Snow Sends Judge Wu Back to the Capital"
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white suns are twilight, and the north wind blows the geese and snow in droves. -- Gao Shi, "Farewell to Dong Da, Two Songs"
The cold rain is entering Wu at night, and the guests are being sent to Chushan alone in the plain light of day. -- Wang Changling, "Sending Xin Jian to Hibiscus Tower"
The white grass is bent by the north wind, and the snow flies in August in the Hutian sky. -- Cen Shen, "The Song of White Snow Sends Judge Wu Back to the Capital"
The sun is slanting with sorrow, and the whip is pointing to the east, which is the end of the world. -- Gong Zizhen, "Miscellaneous Poems on the Occasion of the Birthday of the Emperor" (己亥杂诗-其五)
輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻輻柳色. -- Wang Wei, "The Song of Weicheng"
The young man leaves his hometown and the old man returns to it, and the accent of his hometown does not change, but the hair on his temples does. -- He Zhizhang, "Two Songs on Returning to the Countryside"
I don't want to lean on the fence alone, but the infinite rivers and mountains make it easy to say goodbye and difficult to see you again. -- Li Yu, "The Wave of Sand" (浪淘沙令-帷外雨潺潺)
蓬莱文章建安骨，中间小谢又清发。 -- Li Bai, "Farewell to Shuyun at Xie脁 Lou in Xuanzhou"
Ten thousand ravines are covered with trees, and a thousand mountains are filled with cuckoos. -- Wang Wei, "Sending Envoy Li to Zizhou"
The water is the waves of the eyes, and the mountains are the peaks of the eyebrows. -- Wang Guan, "Bu San Zi - Sending Bao Haoran to Zhedong"
The moon flies under the mirror of heaven, and the clouds are born in the sea. -- Li Bai, "Sending Farewell by Crossing the Jingmen Gate"
Floating clouds are the intention of a traveler, and the setting sun is the favor of an old friend. -- Li Bai "Farewell to a Friend"
Spring grass will be green next year, will the king's grandson return? -- Wang Wei, "Farewell"
The city que supports the three Qin cities, and the wind and smoke look at the five jin. -- Wang Bo, "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"
Without doing anything, I am on the wrong path, and my children are **** in the towel. -- Wang Bo, "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"
One water protects the field and surrounds it with green, while two mountains send the green door to the door. -- Wang Anshi, "The Wall of Mr. Huyin"
The husband and wife are married, and their love for each other is unquestionable. -- Su Wu, "Farewell to My Wife"
Waving my hand, I am going away from here. -- Li Bai, "Sending My Friend Away"
Tong Hua Wan Li Dan Shan Road, the young phoenix is clearer than the old phoenix's voice. -- Li Shangyin, "Han Dongrang's Poem on the Occasion of Sending Off a ..." (韩冬郎即席为诗相送一座尽..... )
Only the moon in the spring garden is sentimental, and it still shines on the fallen flowers for the departed. -- Zhang Yu, "Sending Someone"
The snow is falling down from the door of the yamen, and the wind is blowing the red flag, which cannot be turned over. -- Cen Sen, "The Song of White Snow Sends Judge Wu Back to the Capital"
Pleasant and graceful, more than thirteen, the beginning of February at the tip of the cardamom. -- Du Mu (杜牧)《赠别-娉袅袅十三余》
仍怜故乡水，万里送行舟。 -- Li Bai, "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"
The night of farewell at the Red Mansion is a melancholy one, and the fragrant lamps are half rolled up in the tasseled tent. -- Wei Zhuang, "Pursatan Barbarian -- Farewell Night in the Red Mansion is Despondent"
The green hills are across the north, and the white water is around the east city. -- Li Bai, "Sending a Friend Away"
The mirror in the morning is saddened by the change in the temples of the clouds, and the moonlight in the night is cold. -- Li Shangyin, "Untitled -- It's Hard to Say Goodbye When We Meet"
It's really hard to say goodbye, but it's not as good as meeting each other. -- Yan Qidao, "Shengcha Zi - Guanshan Mountain Soul Dreams Long"
The world's love is thin, the people's love is evil, the rain sends dusk and the flowers are easy to fall. -- Tang Wan, "The Hairpin Phoenix - The Thinness of Worldly Affection"
More affectionate, but annoyed by the lack of affection, this night is still as long as last night. -- Yuan Hao Wen, "The Partridge Sky -- The Rain Sends Coolness in the Dusk of the Waiting Pavilion"
The spring breeze is ten miles on the road to Yangzhou, and the pearl curtains are not as good as the curtains that have been rolled up. -- Du Mu (《赠别-娉娉袅袅袅十三余》
与君离别意，同是宦游人。 -- Wang Bo, "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"
When the sun goes down and the wine wakes up, the people are already far away, and the wind and rain come down from the west tower. -- Xu Hun, "Farewell to Xieting"
When I left, the snow filled the road to Tianshan Mountain. -- Cen Shen, "The Song of White Snow Sends the Judge to the Capital"
Farewell is a common feeling in my heart. -- Li Yu, "Happiness at Meeting with Each Other -- Going Up to the West Tower Alone Without Words"
The Zi Gui still cries blood at half past midnight, and I don't believe that the east wind can't call me back. -- Wang Ling, "Sending Spring"
I want to ask the pedestrians where they go?
If you want to ask the pedestrians where they are going? -- Wang Guan's "Bu San Zi - Sending Bao Haoran to Zhedong"
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