Say goodbye to the passengers.

1, my old friend waved to me frequently, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this spring of catkins and flowers. My friend's sails are drifting away, disappearing at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

2, misty rain, shrouded Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely to infinite sadness! Friend, if Luoyang friends invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin and stick to my beliefs!

3. Through this wall around the third district of Qin, through a fog, the five rivers merge into one. We said goodbye to each other, and our two officials parted ways.

After all, the world is only a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road, wiping your eyes like a broken-hearted child?

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the earth, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and it was a new leaf. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet relatives when going out to the Western Heaven.