Poems about bidding farewell to friends

1. My old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. Fireworks descended on Yangzhou in March. 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. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "The Yellow Crane Tower Farewells Meng Haoran to Guangling"

Vernacular interpretation: An old friend waved to me frequently and said goodbye to the Yellow Crane Tower, in this spring when catkins are like smoke and flowers are blooming. Going on a long trip to Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the friend's lone boat gradually moved away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky. Only a line of the Yangtze River was seen, rushing towards the distant sky.

2. Walk again and again, and be separated from you forever. They are more than ten thousand miles apart, and each is at the end of the world. The road is long and blocked, but do you know if the meeting will be safe? Huma follows the north wind and crosses the southern branch of the bird's nest. The day is far away from each other, and the clothes are worn slowly. ——From the Han Dynasty: Anonymous "Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing"

Vernacular interpretation: You walk and walk and keep walking, and you and I are separated in this way. From now on, we are thousands of miles apart. I am on one side of the sky and you are on the other side of the sky. The journey is so dangerous and far away. Do you know when we want to meet? Horses from the north still cling to the north wind when they come from the south, and birds from the south flying north still build their nests on the southern branches. The longer we were separated from each other, the more baggy our clothes became and the thinner we became.

3. The morning rain in Weicheng is lightly dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of Yuan Dynasty to Anxi/Weicheng Song"

Vernacular interpretation: The light rain in the early morning moistened the dust on the ground in Weicheng, and the branches and leaves of the willow trees in the tiles and roofs of Guanyi Qingtang were green and tender. A new one. I sincerely advise my friend to drink another glass of wine. It will be difficult to meet old relatives when you leave Yangguan to the west.

4. Li Bai was about to travel in a boat when he suddenly heard people singing on the shore. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me. ——From the Tang Dynasty: "A Gift to Wang Lun" by Li Bai

Vernacular interpretation: I was boarding the boat and was about to unmoor and set off when I suddenly heard the melodious sound of singing from the shore. Look at the Peach Blossom Pond, even though it's a thousand feet deep, it can't match Wang Lun's feelings for me.

5. The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, and the showers are beginning to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. ——From the Song Dynasty: Liu Yong's "Rain Lin Ling·Cicada's Sorrow"

Vernacular interpretation: The cicadas after autumn are so sad and urgent. Facing the pavilion, it is in the evening, and there is a sudden burst of urgency. The rain just stopped. We set up a tent outside Kyoto to say goodbye, but we were not in the mood to have a drink. When we were reluctant to leave, the people on the boat were already urging us to set off. They held hands and looked at each other, with tears streaming down their cheeks, until the end they were speechless, with thousands of words stuck in their throats.