Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

The following are some ancient poems describing friendship.

Through poetry, the ancients even made romantic friends ~

Dream on.

Bai Juyi [Tang]

Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.

Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.

You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.

Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?

I miss you under the grave, and the soil erodes your flesh and blood. Eventually turned into a handful of loess, although I am still alive, but my sideburns are gray.

A suggestion for my friend Liu.

Bai Juyi [Tang]

There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.

With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?

It's getting dark and snow is coming. Can we have a cup of hot wine together?

Send firewood to serve the palace.

Wang Changling [Tang]

The waves in Yuanjiang are connected to Wugang, so it's not sad to leave.

You and I went all the way to the green hills in the rain, at the top of the moon in both places?

The green hills in the two places are covered by clouds and the rain and dew are moist. Have you ever been in two places on the same bright moon?

Letter to Han Chuo, Yangzhou Magistrate

Du Mu [Tang]

Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.

The bright moonlight on the 24 th Bridge is a clear night. Where do you teach blowjobs?

Where are you, old friend, listening to the wonderful oral sex?

Wangjiangnan Chao Ran Taizuo

Su Shi [Song]

Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to see it on the detached stage, half the city is full of flowers. Fog and rain darken thousands of people.

After a cold meal, I woke up but felt uncomfortable. Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine use time.

Don't miss your hometown in front of old friends, just light a new fire, cook freshly picked tea and get drunk, and have fun while you are young.

Yu Lou-chun's Theory of Reverence Time

Ouyang Xiu [Song]

I'm going to talk about the date of return before I respect you. I want to talk about spring first.

Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.

Before the farewell party, Mo sang a new tie. This song has a sad feeling.

Ah, at this time, just look at the peony in the city, and you and I will travel together, so that we can say goodbye to the spring breeze indifferently.

You must see all the peonies in Luoyang City before you can say goodbye to the spring breeze that is about to leave indifferently and regretfully.

Langtaosha wishes Dongfeng in August and September.

Ouyang Xiu [Song]

Drink the east wind and be calm together.

Chuiyang Mozi Luocheng East.

At that time, I always held hands and traveled all over the Champs.

It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry.

The flowers this year are better than those last year.

It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who do you know?

Raise a glass to pray for the east wind. Please stay a little longer and don't leave in a hurry.

In spring, the West Lake sends a thank-you song to Cao Cao.

Ouyang Xiu [Song]

The West Lake is spring, and the spring water is green.

If the flowers rot, the east wind falls like a nest.

Joining the army, spring thoughts are like clouds, and white hair is full of poems.

Know a bottle of wine from a distant lake, and you will remember the people in Wan Li, the ends of the earth.

Wan Li's longing for spring is still deep, and he is suddenly frightened by spring.

It's snowing outside, Qian Shan is green, and the riverside in February is in full bloom.

Teenagers put wine in spring, and white in spring today.

The state of foreign land is different from that of people, only the east wind knows the old.

I know you have a banquet in the lake,

Waiting for an old friend to have a good drink.

Ah, at this time, just look at the peony in the city, and you and I will travel together, so that we can say goodbye to the spring breeze indifferently.

You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.

Write it down! Write it in your composition!

Isn't this a golden sentence?