What are the ancient poems that bid farewell to friends and wish them well?

1, drunk and don't remember waking up. Spring dreams and autumn clouds are easy to gather and disperse. -Song Yan Dao Ji, "Dead Hua Lian, Drunken West Building"

There are traces of banquet wine on the clothes, and the poems given by the party always evoke a bleak mood.

2. Jiang Chun refused to stay at home, and the green grass sent horseshoes. -Liu Tang Changqing Runzhou camp to send the judge Li.

The spring scenery on both sides of the Yangtze River can't keep up with your pace, and the green grass is also seeing you off.

3, melancholy lonely sail all night, farewell Dan month Wei Yun. -Song Sushi's "Linjiang Xian sends money to Mu Fu"

I'm disappointed because you have to sail all night alone, and the clouds are pale and the moon is pale when you say goodbye.

4, only acacia is like spring scenery, Jiangnan Jiangbei will send you home. -Tang Wang Wei, "Send Shen Zi to Jiangdong/Send Shen Zifu to Jiangdong"

Don't hate only acacia, like boundless spring scenery, no matter Jiangnan Jiangbei always sends you home.

The cry of wild geese makes my sad heart surrounded by gloomy mountains. -Don Richie's Farewell to Weiwan

Worried people are most afraid of hearing the cries of wild geese. Yunshan is cold and lonely, which makes lonely passers-by unbearable.

6. Similarly, because of our great love, there are water lines on our faces. -Tang Wei Wu Ying's Farewell to Li Zhou/Fu Deyu to Cao Li in the Night Rain.

Seeing my old friend off is so affectionate that my tears are like rain on the river.

7, tall buildings should not be drunk, lonely and cold. -Tang Wang Changling's Poems of Two Farewells to Furong Inn and Xin Qiji

Seeing guests off in high buildings and seeing friends off, I feel sad and can't enjoy drinking. There was silence all around. Facing the cold river, only the high moon shone on my heart.

8. Send you to Hebei in September, with tears in the snow. -Tang, "Send Back to Beijing"

I saw you off at the north bank of Jiaohe River in September. When I finished writing my poem in the snow, I didn't realize that my tears were all over my clothes.