A complete collection of poems about wine farewell

1. It's difficult to leave the autumn river in Mo Dao, and the boat will be in Chang 'an tomorrow.

2. An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the friend's sail faded away, and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only to see the first line of the Yangtze river, running to the distant horizon.

3. we bid each other a sad farewell, we two officials going opposite ways. The world is but a little place, after all. Why should you linger at the fork of the road, children * * * with towels.

4. The bright moon hides high trees, but the long river does not dawn. Youyou Luoyang Road, when will this meeting be held?

5. I heard the wanderer sing farewell songs and crossed the river at the beginning of the frost last night. Those who worry most fear to hear the swan song, and the lonely traveler in shan unzan's silence.

6. The cold rain entered Wu in the night, and it was clear to see off the guests in Chu Mountain. Friends, if Luoyang friends ask me to come; Just say that I still bing Xin Okho, adhere to faith!

7. I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out to Yangguan in the west.

8. and the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles.

9. for all we had drunk we felt no joy and were parting from each other, when the river widened mysteriously toward the full moon.

1. oh, go and ask this river running to the east, if it can travel farther than a friend's love!.

11. Li Bai was about to go by boat when he heard the singing on the shore. Even if the peach blossom pond is so deep, it is not as deep as wanglun to see off my love.

12. White jade and a glass of wine, green poplar in March. The spring breeze can sway a few days, you and I have greying at the temples.

13. here you must leave me and drift away, like a loosened water-plant hundreds of miles. Floating clouds like a wanderer, like wandering, sunset slowly down the mountain, seems to have nostalgia.

14. we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road. The mountain road twists and turns has not seen you, only to leave a row of horseshoe marks.

15. Tomorrow is the day to rise to the future, to be alone with the old man.

16. Lonely sails shadow on the sunset river, grass green, Wan Li, Hunan.

17. Affection hurts parting since ancient times, which is even worse, and it ignores the Qing Autumn Festival.

18. It's raining in the middle of the night, and the sound of leaves is parting.

19. Candles are thoughtful and farewell, weeping for others until dawn.

2. Nanpu is sad, and the west wind hits autumn. At the sight of a broken gut, it's a good cloud not to look back. 2. What are the poems describing parting and wine?

1. "Farewell to Geng Chu Shi"

Tang Dynasty: Jia Dao

A bottle of parting wine, words and deeds before you finish it. Wanshui Qian Shan Road, a few months alone.

autumn is quiet in Kawahara, and reeds sing in the evening. If you don't return home, you will pass on a false name.

2.

The West Wind on the Lake in Huanxisha makes a sudden dusk cicada. Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

The West Wind makes a sudden dusk cicada on the lake. Wet red-violet is exposed at night. Stay and ride less to promote the song feast.

don't say goodbye to the golden cup of wine. When you enter the DPRK, you must be close to the jade furnace. I don't know what year it will be.

3.

In Tang Dynasty, Li Bai

drank tulips in Lanling, and amber light came from the jade bowl.

but it enables the host to get drunk, and I don't know where is the foreign land.

4.

since yesterday had to throw me and bolt, Li Bai, Tang Dynasty;

today has hurt my heart even more.

the autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort, as I face them from this villa, drinking my wine.

the bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven, and I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side.

we both are exalted to distant thought, aspiring to the sky and the bright moon.

but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, and sorrows return, though we drown them with wine.

since the world can in no way answer our craving, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat.

5.

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

Huai green is low and the window is dark, and Liu Hong shines brightly. Jade people invited me to stay less. Helpless sail misty rain, painting a boat lightly.

willow leaves wrinkle with songs, pear blossoms and tears fall. It's not like seeing the situation when you're not there. Tonight, the moon shines on the river and the wine wakes up.