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An ancient poem describing parting.

There are many parting poems of the ancients, all of which are excellent! Because, in ancient times, transportation and communication were inconvenient, and sometimes once they left, they were separated from each other. So the ancients treated every parting like where you would go. So writing farewell poems is particularly touching. Choose a few songs as follows!

1. The most famous parting between lovers is Liu Yong's Yulinling!

Yu Linling is cold and sad.

Song Dynasty: Liu Yong

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.

Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?

2. It was Wang Guowei's recent love affair that wrote the most philosophical farewell words!

Dead Hua Lian, endless parting pain.

Qing Dynasty: Wang Guowei

After reading all the bitterness of leaving this world, there are still so many scattered flowers that do not return. Flowers have nothing to say, and the green window is spring.

I will tell you under the acacia lamp that I have new love and old hatred for Qian Qian. Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.

The most broad-minded and inspiring thing is that Wang Bo sent Du Shaofu to Sichuan.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

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? The child is holding a towel.

4. It was Yan Shu's recent love affair that wrote the great realm of life.

The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.

Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?

The saddest parting is the Millennium of Qin Guan, where the water is beside the sand.

Song dynasty: Qin Guan

In shallow water, outside the bar, the early spring in the suburbs quietly receded. The flowers on the branches, under the beautiful light of the lights, are like the ground and bounce slightly. Liu Ying's flowers, the lightness turns, are heard too fast and too thin. Oh, wandering alone, worrying that the wine is getting thinner, it is rare to get drunk. Missing day after day, body and mind have been burned to ashes. ?

Friends and friends, all the way to obstruct, in front of the Long Yun garden, late evening, relative. Back in those days, Kestejun-only went to Xichi for a grand meeting, and was in high spirits for a while, driving a relaxed Chinese BMW. Unexpectedly, the sudden change, now, see people walking hand in hand, how many are not happy? Ah, the ship goes around the sun and the moon, and the dream is broken, only the bronze mirror, and the rosy face is gone. In spring, there are thousands of fallen flowers, and the ones that should fall fall, leading the melancholy, such as the sea, pushed by the tide.