The feeling of parting is classical Chinese.

1. Parting feelings Every time you meet parting, you have to say this inexplicable melancholy.

I don't know what I want to do, but I feel empty in my heart, as if something is pressing on my heart, which is always very uncomfortable. Every time I talk about parting, I feel particularly sad. Usually all kinds of casual little things have become nostalgic capital. I can't bear to leave, and I can't say clearly what is reluctant. I shouldn't want your company. I don't know if I'm afraid to face some things alone. Think about it. Every time I leave, I feel sad. Am I too dependent on you? Under your concern, have I forgotten what I am pursuing? What are the problems?

Too dependent on you.

2. Poems describing parting 1 make people feel hurt by themselves. -Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty "Farewell to Pei Langzhong Jizhou"

At dusk, the ape was squeal and the guests by the river had dispersed. The river is rolling and boundless, and I feel more sad and sad alone.

2. Entering Jiangwu on a cold rainy night, seeing guests off in solitude. —— Wang Changling's "The Separation of Furong Inn and Xin Qiji" in the Tang Dynasty

The misty rain spread all over Wudi River overnight; Seeing you off in the morning, I feel lonely and sad for Chushan!

3. Peach Blossom Lake is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. -Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun" in Tang Dynasty

Look at Taohuatan. Even though there is a gap between thousands of feet and China, how can I thank Wang Lun?

Facing the mist on the water, I still waved my hand and cried. -On Watching Wang Nangui by Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty

Watch your ship sail to the boundless sea of clouds, say goodbye with tears, and frequently put on a shawl.

5, the old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. -Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower in the Tang Dynasty bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou on this catkin-like, flowery March spring day.

6. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. -Tang Wang Wei's "Wei Cheng Qu/When Yuan Er was sent to Anxi"

Sincerely advise friends to have another glass of wine. It's hard to meet old relatives when you go west from Yangguan.

Write a farewell poem, and then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.

Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Willow green blows the ground, and the flowers are long and sultry.

The wicker broke and the flowers flew away. I wonder if pedestrians will come back. After all, the world is just a small place.

If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels. You and I went all the way to the green hills in the rain, at the top of the moon in both places?

The cold rain entered Wu day and night, and it was lonely to see Fujian. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.

My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.

A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

Yan Shi was sent as far away as Liu Changqing, leaning on the spring breeze to join Greentown, and the water country was cold and sunny in spring. Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence.

Sailing alone on the sunset river, the grass is green in Wan Li, Hunan. If we meet, we will be mistaken for Confucian scholars.

Looking at Li Duan, Lu Lun and my old door, the yellow grass closed, it was sad to leave. The way you walked into the sky, when I saw the snow falling at dusk, I came back again.

When I was young, my father and I traveled abroad, and I had no time to meet you in many difficulties and hardships. We cry, we say nothing. What can I wish for you in this cold world? ? Send Dr. Yan, Han Yu, Cang Cang Sen and Ba Gui from Guizhou, and our land is in southern Hunan.

The river floats and the mountain is like a jade hairpin. Every household digs out bluebird feathers, and every household grows its own Huang Gan.

Far more than immortality, you don't need to climb to immortality by flying Luan as a mount. Xie Ting bid farewell to Xu Hun's brother, misinterpreted the boat trip, and the red leaves and green hills flowed.

When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing. Send someone east to Wenwen, the old castle with yellow leaves, and you are determined to give up this place where you once lived.

The rustling autumn wind will take you to Hanyang Ferry, and the first sunrise will meet you in Yingshan. Several friends and relatives in Jiangdong are waiting for your boat to return from the horizon.

I ask you again and again, when will we meet again and have a drink to comfort your face. Leaving Lu Guimeng's husband is not without tears, nor is it a parting room.

Toast with a stick and sword is a shame to be a wanderer. A poisonous snake stings, but a strong man relieves his wrist.

Aim for fame, and you can't sigh when you leave. Send Japanese monk Jinglong back to Fusang, Wei Zhuang. It's already dark, and his home is in the east of Fusang.

Who will come here with the teacher? A boat full of bright moon and sails. Sauvignon blanc forest is covered with green mountains and green moons.

The green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other, but I don't know how to leave. You are full of tears, I am full of tears, my heart is not tied, and the river is flat.

Yulin Ridge is chilly, Changting is late, and the shower begins to rest. All the doors are empty, the party is nostalgic, and the blue boat is urging.

Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy.

Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Where did you wake up from drinking tonight? There is a breeze on the bank of willow.

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. Customs are strange, who to talk to.