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A farewell poem from a friend.

1. Aesthetics of farewell poems

A beautiful poem about farewell 1 Poems about parting.

1, apes and crows scattered at the end of the river, and people hurt 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.

2. Poems describing parting.

I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

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.

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.

3. Ancient poems describing parting.

The ancient poems describing parting are:

1, Bai Juyi bid farewell to ancient grass in Tang Dynasty

Original text:

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

Translation:

Yuan Ye is covered with lush grass, which withers and turns green every year. Yuan's fire will not go out, but when it blows, it is full of vitality.

The fragrance of fragrant grass permeates the ancient road, and the city is desolate under the sunshine. He also sent the wanderer on a long journey on the ancient road, and looked at the lush grassland, which was extremely sad.

2. On Liu Changqing's View of Wang Nanzheng in Tang Dynasty.

Original text:

Facing the mist on the water, I still waved my hand and cried. Because the flying birds disappeared into space and crossed a desolate green hill.

But now, the long river, the lonely sail and the five lakes are shining with the light of spring in the sunset. Along an island full of duckweeds, there will be peace of communication.

Translation:

Watch your ship sail to the boundless sea of clouds, say goodbye to tears, and wear a towel frequently. Like a bird, I don't know where to go, leaving this piece of green hills facing pedestrians.

A lone sail on the vast river disappears in the distance, and you will enjoy the beautiful scenery of the five lakes at sunset. Who can see me standing in Tingzhou thinking of you? Looking at Bai Ping's heart is full of infinite sadness.

3, Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty "Re-send Pei Langzhong to Jizhou"

Original text:

Apes crow at the end of the river, and people hurt themselves.

As a courtier, you are farther away, and Li is lonely.

Translation:

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

It is also exile and drifting, but your journey is farther. Castle Peak Wan Li, I really miss your boat.

4. Farewell of Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

Original text:

Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.

Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.

Translation:

Castle Peak crosses the north of the city, and white water flows through the east side. We will leave here, and once we get to Wan Li, we will embark on a lonely journey.

Wandering clouds are the artistic conception of wanderers, while the unwilling sunset is the attachment of old friends. Now waving away, I can only hear the whining of the stray horse.

5. Wang Changling's New Poems of Two Farewells in Furong Inn in Tang Dynasty (I).

Original text:

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

Translation:

I came to Wudi on the night when the cold rain dripped all over the river. After seeing my friends off at dawn, I only left the lonely shadow of Chushan.

When I arrive in Luoyang, if any relatives and friends ask about me, please tell them that my heart is still as pure as the ice of a jade pot and has not been defiled by worldly things such as fame and fortune.

6. Li Bai's farewell to Meng Haoran on his way to Yangzhou in the Tang Dynasty.

Original text:

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.

Translation:

My friend waved goodbye to me at the Yellow Crane Tower. He will go to Yangzhou in sunny March.

His sail shadow gradually disappeared into the blue sky, only to see the rolling Yangtze River rushing in the horizon.

4. What is the farewell poem for friends?

Ancient farewell poems _ Baidu Library

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Ancient farewell poems

Wang Lun Bai boarded the boat and wanted to leave. Suddenly, he heard the singing on the shore. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun! Farewell to a friend-Li Bai, there is a blue mountain line in the north and a white water line in the east. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave. Farewell to the ancient grass-Bai Juyi, rambling grass across the plain, come and go with the seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. Not too big-it's 1000 miles high. In Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind is blowing with goose feathers and heavy snow. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? Take this opportunity to surround the wall of the third district of Qin, and send Du Shaofu to Wang Bo, Sichuan, and see the five continents in the distance. Parting with you, our two officials run counter to each other. After all, the world is just a small place. If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels. Weicheng Qu-Wang Wei Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. 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. Send Judge Wu back to Beijing-the north wind turns white grass and folds, and eight In the snow crosses Tatar Day. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. Until dusk, when the snow collapsed our tent,

Our frozen red flag cannot fly in the wind. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. Say goodbye to Li Shutong.

Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green, the evening wind caresses the flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain. Tianya Tianya, Tianya Haijiao, intimate friends are half scattered, a pot of turbid wine is full of joy, and the sunset is outside the mountain. Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn-Wang Changling

It's freezing cold and rainy. It's already night in Wu, and it's plain and clear in Chushan. Relatives and friends in Luoyang asked each other that there was a piece of ice in the jade pot. See Meng Haoran again on the way to the Yellow Crane Tower in Yangzhou-Li Bai's old friend stayed in the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and [1] fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. [2]

Sailing alone, the blue sky is clear, [3] only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. "Yulinling"-Liu Yong is cold and mournful, the pavilion is late, and the shower begins to rest. [2] All the doors are closed.

Drinking without emotion, [3] nostalgia, [4] Lanzhou urging hair. [5] Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless and sobbed. [6] reading-going to smoke thousands of miles, [7] sinking into the sky at dusk. [8] Affectionate parting has existed since ancient times, and even more so, it is as cold as Tomb-Sweeping Day. Tonight.

A sober place, Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon. These years, [9] should be a good time and a good scene in name only. Even if there are thousands of customs offices in Qian Qian, who should I talk to?

[10 "Walking on the Sand"-Ouyang Xiu is waiting for plum blossoms in the pavilion, willow trees are sparse on the bridge, and the grass is warm and swaying. Sorrow is drifting away, and the distance is like spring water. Inch by inch, tears are tender, and the high fence is not close to danger. Spring mountain is everywhere, and pedestrians are even outside the mountain.

Li Bai, an ancient farewell poetry collection "Farewell to Friends at Jingmen Ferry", will sail to Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. Don't be in the mountains-Wang Wei, my friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain, and I haven't closed my thatched door until now. The spring grass will turn green next year, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? Farewell, Wang Wei. I dismount to propose a toast to you and ask where you are going and why. You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life. Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating. Farewell to the ancient grass-Bai Juyi, rambling grass across the plain, come and go with the seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. Don't be overjoyed-a gentleman is poor and who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? Farewell to a friend-Li Bai, there is a blue mountain line in the north and a white water line in the east. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave. Take this opportunity to surround the wall of the third district of Qin, and send Du Shaofu to Wang Bo, Sichuan, and see the five continents in the distance. Parting with you, our two officials run counter to each other. After all, the world is just a small place. If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels. Weicheng Qu-Wang Wei Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. 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. Farewell-Wang Zhihuan willows and Dongfeng trees, green with the royal river. It's not so convenient to have a rest recently. It should be because there are too many people. Send Judge Wu back to Beijing-the north wind turns white grass and folds, and eight In the snow crosses Tatar Day. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

5. Sentences describing parting.

1: Farewell, Mo Wen, the carefree monarch, who is infinitely right.

One day you can come to my heart, and you will see all the sadness you have given.

Don't try to make any excuses for yourself. There is no excuse for mistakes, and mistakes are mistakes.

I will bid farewell to you, everything here, and perhaps our ignorant youth in the third grade. Although we don't want to give up, we all have to stick to our dreams, because dreams, like classics, will never fade with the passage of time. The longer the time, the more precious it is, just like our friendship.

5. Write love as an immortal legend of Enemy at the Gates. Then, will you come through the ice and snow?

6. People often say that parting is sad, but in some ways, I walked happily, because I got a precious treasure, that is, four wonderful years. I think whenever and wherever I think of this time, my heart will be filled with happiness, because you smiled at me right in front of my eyes, just like that.

7: I suddenly realized that I was not a shy girl at that time. Get up, I didn't look back. The lost, the beautiful, everything has become a solidified youth in memory. Remember, recall, because I don't want to erase every beautiful plot in my life.

8. After parting, people in the two places were haggard, with no appetite for three meals, few seasons in spring and autumn, full of sorrow, no advice from six relatives, and no home for seven emotions. Eight is a lonely parting sentence 60.

9: Say goodbye tomorrow morning. I hope the clouds and the sun will accompany you to the ends of the earth. Flowers and green grass will spread the distant future with you.

10: Dudao is a good marriage. I only saw the Wood and Stone Alliance. Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world.

6. Poems describing parting.

Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun. Willows are blowing on the ground and flowers are flying in the sky. The wicker flies, and the pedestrians don't return. However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor. There is nothing to do on the road, and the children touch the towels. Green hills are together, and the bright moon was once two townships. Cold rain enters Wu day and night, and it's no reason to send lonely mountain visitors to the west. An old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. Lonely sails are far away, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. Here, you must leave me and drift away for hundreds of miles like loose grass. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows this gentleman. Yan Shiyuan led his troops to the city of Helv, leaving only the hoofprint to meet Liu Changqing. Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen silently. The sun sets on the river. Today, the blue robe has been mistaken by Confucian scholars. It's really sad to leave Li Duan, Liu Lun and my old door in the yellow grass. You must follow the road through the cold clouds and will take you into the snow tonight. Your father is dead. You left home when you were young, and no one knew about your misfortune. We cry, we say nothing. What can I wish you? When will the dust come? Send Guizhou doctor Yan and Han Yu Cang Sen Ba Gui to southern Hunan. Jiang Luo belt, the mountain is like Hosta. Many families have lost their feathers, and the family has planted yellow gan. Far better than the immortal, Feifeng is true. Xie Ting bid farewell to Xu Hun's labor songs and misinterpreted the boat trip. Red leaves and green mountains and rivers are rushing. People wake up at dusk, and it is raining all over the sky. Send someone east to Wen Tingyun. Old Fort Huang Yeman, you are determined to give up this place where you once lived. Toast to comfort your face. Leaving Lu Guimeng's husband is not without tears, and you don't spill your parting room. Stick and sword respect wine, and be ashamed of wandering. A poisonous snake bites your hand, and a strong man loosens his wrist. He is determined to gain fame and fortune. It's a pity to leave. Send a Japanese monk Jinglong to Fusang, Wei Zhuang. It's a long way. His home is further east of Fusang. Who will go with you? The tide at the head of the river has ebbed. The rain sounded, and Liu Yong was cold and mournful. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. When all the doors are empty, you will miss that place, and the blue boat will urge you to send it. Holding hands and looking into your eyes, you will be speechless. You will be speechless and the evening will be heavy. Since ancient times, you will be sad to leave, and you will be more indifferent to Tomb-Sweeping Day. Where to wake up tonight, Yang Liuan breeze and the waning moon? This will be the last time.