Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu for his post.

Don

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place.

Why are you wandering at the fork in the road, wiping your eyes like a heartbroken child? .

Late Tang dynasty:

Inlaid harp

Li shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Mid-Tang dynasty:

Spring tour of Qiantang river;

Bai Juyi

Gushan Temple is north of Jiating West.

Low water level and low cloud feet.

Several early songbirds compete for warm trees,

Whose new swallow pecks at spring mud.

Flowers are becoming more and more charming,

Only shallow grass can have no horseshoe.

The lack of eastbound love for the lake,

Qingyang White Sand Embankment in under the greenwood tree.

Tang dynasty:

Yellow Crane Tower —— Meng Haoran's farewell on his way to Yangzhou

Lipper

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.