Let's take a look at this tearful poem first.
To Wei Ba Chu Shi.
It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening. Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight. Two men who were young not long ago are now gray at the temples. It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad. We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again. You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row. They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip. The children began to drink before the question and answer was over. Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way. My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups. But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. . The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? .
Du Fu is a fan of Li Bai. One day, he may have heard that Li Bai has died and felt extremely sad, so he wrote this poem:
To Li Bai at the end of the sky
A cold wind is blowing from the distant sky. What are you thinking, old friend? . The geese never answered me, and the rivers, lakes and seas were flooded by rain. A poet should be careful to prosper, but the devil can trouble a vagrant. It should be * * * murder. Throw him the poem, where he drowned himself in the Milo River.
A cool breeze is blowing from the horizon. What's your mood? I miss it very much. I wonder when you will receive my letter. I am afraid that the rivers and lakes are sinister, and the autumn waters are stormy. Writing poems is the most taboo in open life, and what traitors want most is to make mistakes. You, like Qu Zi, have been wronged. You should write poems on the Miluo River to tell the grievances and injustices.
Li Bai, a fan of Wang Changling, heard that Wang Changling was demoted. Write a poem to Wang Changling!
I heard that Wang Changling left and moved to Longbiaoyao to deliver this.
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams. I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.
Wang Changling is a friend of Xin gradually. Look at his friendship: breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn.
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!