With the title of Sending Ga Carboxy , write a farewell poem.

Let's go, let's go, we won't keep you anymore.

Your heroic figure will forever be engraved in our hearts.

Let's go, let's go, don't forget here.

Because here are your glorious past and the villagers who love you.

You have to remember that we love you!

Don't copy it, or you will hum.

Dear Ga Carboxy.

You are a national hero.

You are a symbol of bravery.

Dear Ga Carboxy.

We will always remember you.

War elephant garment. You are a hero of our nation.

As you are leaving today.

We're going to say it to you. Thank you.

The eel crawls on the ground, and don't say anything when it rains.

Chickens and ducks don't go to the house, the Ming Dynasty is sunny.

Ants move to nests, and the patio becomes a river.

The snake stopped, and the rain came.

The chickens are early, and the sky will change. (Rainy to sunny).

Pigs bite grass, snowflakes drift.

Cat (draft) clear dog (draft) falls.

Loaches jump, wind and rain arrive.

The frog is urgent, and the wind and rain are resting.

The spider closes its web, and the rain will fall.

Swallows fly low, and heavy rain can be expected.

Swallows fly low and snake paths, and a heavy rain is coming.

Turtle back tide, rain signs.

Tank foot damp, rain signs.

The weather is sunny when the grasshoppers are sinking into the water, and the grasshoppers will be drenched in the floating water.

Dragonflies fly in flocks, and it rains.

Dragonflies are tall, millet is scorched; A dragonfly bottom, a handful of mud.

The rain is screaming, and the sunny day is coming soon.

The rooster crows in the heights, and the rain stops and the sky clears.

Chickens on the shed, rain ping-pong.

Swallows come, good farming; Ga goose comes, it's good for the New Year.

Pigs are in the wind, dogs are in the rain.

The stove is wet and lumpy, and there will be heavy rain.

Smoke do not come out of the hole and rain for days.

The leaves of the tree are smiling, and the white rice will be asked for next year.

Cuckoo called, Qingming arrived.

Raven wind and magpie rain. The duck bird, called before the summer, and the thrifty gave the lazy smile.

Furong House sent Xin Gradually.

The cold rain and the river entered Wu at night, and Pingming sent the guests to Chushan Lonely. Luoyang relatives and friends asked each other, and a piece of ice was in the jade pot.

The Yellow Crane Tower sent Meng Haoran to the Guangling Tomb.

The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen.

Xiao out of the Jingci Temple to send Lin Zifang.

After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red.

Li Bai was about to go on a boat, and suddenly heard the sound of singing on the shore. The Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love.

The green mountains cross the north Guo, and the white water surrounds the east city. The number of stares here is different, and the lonely canopy is thousands of miles away. Floating clouds and wandering children, the sunset is old. Waving his hand, Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Ming.

Send Du Shaofu potato Qinghe to Shuzhou Send Du Shaofu to Shuchuan.

The city is supplemented by three Qin, and the wind and smoke look at Wujin. Parting with the king, the same is a eunuch. There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor. Inaction is on the wrong path, and the children are stained with scarves.

Grass endows the ancient grass as a farewell.

Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered. Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. Yuanfang invaded the ancient road, and the clear green connected the deserted city. He sent Wang Sun to go, and he was full of farewell.

Weicheng Qu sent Yuan Er to Anxi.

Weicheng is light and dusty towards the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.

Farewell to Jingmen.

Outside the Jingmen, come and travel from the Chu country. The mountains follow the plains, and the rivers flow into the great wilderness. Under the moon, the flying mirror, the clouds are born and the sea is built. still pity the hometown water, thousands of miles to see off the boat.

Gift Wang Lun --- Li Baibai

Li Bai boarded the boat and wanted to do du, but suddenly heard a song on the shore

Sound. The Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love! Du Jingmen sent his subordinates to --- Li Bai.

Outside the Jingmen, come and travel from the Chu country.

The mountains follow the plains, and the rivers flow into the great wilderness.

Under the moon, the flying mirror, the clouds are born and the sea is built.

still pity the hometown water, thousands of miles to see off the boat.

Send a friend --- Li Bai.

The green mountains cross the north Guo, and the white water surrounds the east city.

This place is a farewell, lonely and thousands of miles away.

Floating clouds and wandering children, the sunset is old.

Waving his hand, Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Ming.

Farewell --- Wang Wei in the mountains.

Send each other off in the mountains, and cover the firewood at dusk.

Next year, the spring grass will be green, will the king and grandson return?

Farewell to --- Wang Wei.

Get off the horse and drink the wine, and ask the gentleman what to do.

The gentleman was unexpected, and returned to the South Mountain.

But don't ask again, when the white clouds are endless.

Farewell to Nie Tinglu.

The autumn rain is murmuring, and it is difficult to walk in a staggering way.

Farewell to Nie Tinglu today, when will the comrades-in-arms return to the regiment.

The yellow shirt inside and outside was wet, and the body was even colder before entering the barracks.

Looking at the front flag in the distance, it is like a white cloud in the next world.

The original text "Gift to Wang Lun" Li Bai.

Li Bai was about to go on a boat, and suddenly heard the sound of singing on the shore.

The Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love.

Wang Lun, who adapted the Tang Dynasty, likes to make friends everywhere, and he is also bold and atmospheric.

He heard that the poet Li Bai was very famous, so he wanted to make friends with him, but Wang Lun was just an unknown junior, how could he make friends with Li Bai, a great poet? Later, he learned that Li Bai liked beautiful scenery and fine wine, so he wrote a letter to Li Bai.

The letter reads: Does Mr. Li like beautiful scenery? I have ten miles of peach blossoms here; Does Mr. Lee like fine wine? I have 10,000 hotels here.

After Li Bai received the letter, he immediately set off to come here, and after seeing Wang Lun, Wang Lun said to him: "There is no peach blossom pond here, but a peach blossom pond with a radius of ten miles; There are no Wanjia hotels here, but there is a hotel owner surnamed Wan. Li Bai was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then said:

Admire, admire! ”

Li Bai played very comfortably in Wang Lun's house, because Wang Lun's house was surrounded by beautiful mountains and rivers, and the scenery was very beautiful.

In a blink of an eye, Li Bai was leaving, and Wang Lun prepared a lot of gifts for Li Bai. Li Bai's boat was about to start, only to hear someone on the shore walking and singing, Li Bai looked back, it turned out that Wang Lun took the villagers to sing on the shore to see him off. Li Bai was very moved, took out his pen and ink, and wrote down "Li Bai is about to go on a boat, and suddenly heard the sound of singing on the shore, the water of Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet deep, and it is not as good as Wang Lun to send me love".

Gift Wang Lun --- Li Bai.

Li Bai boarded the boat and was about to go, when he suddenly heard the sound of singing on the shore.

The Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love.

Crossing Jingmen to bid farewell to --- Li Bai.

Outside the Jingmen, come and travel from the Chu country.

The mountains follow the plains, and the rivers flow into the great wilderness.

Under the moon, the flying mirror, the clouds are born and the sea is built.

still pity the hometown water, thousands of miles to see off the boat.

Send a friend --- Li Bai.

The green mountains cross the north Guo, and the white water surrounds the east city.

This place is a farewell, lonely and thousands of miles away.

Floating clouds and wandering children, the sunset is old.

Waving his hand, Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Ming.

Farewell --- Wang Wei in the mountains.

Send each other off in the mountains, and cover the firewood at dusk.

Next year, the spring grass will be green, will the king and grandson return?

Farewell to --- Wang Wei.

Get off the horse and drink the wine, and ask the gentleman what to do.

The gentleman was unexpected, and returned to the South Mountain.

But don't ask again, when the white clouds are endless.

Endowed with ancient grass to bid farewell to --- Bai Juyi.

Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

Yuanfang invaded the ancient road, and the clear green connected the deserted city.

He sent Wang Sun to go, and he was full of farewell.

Don't Dong Da --- Gao Shi.

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, the north wind blows geese and snow.

Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you.

Send a friend --- Li Bai.

The green mountains cross the north Guo, and the white water surrounds the east city. This place is a farewell, lonely and thousands of miles away.

Floating clouds and wandering children, the sunset is old. Waving his hand, Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Ming.

Send Du Shaofu to Shuchuan --- Wang Bo.

The city is supplemented by three Qin, and the wind and smoke look at the five continents.

Parting with the king, the same is a eunuch.

There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor.

Inaction is on the road, and the children are stained with scarves.

Weicheng Qu --- Wang Wei.

Weicheng is light and dusty towards the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.

Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.

Farewell to --- king.

Willow east wind tree, green and green sandwich the river.

Recently, it has been difficult to climb and suffer, and it should be more parting.

Send the military judge back to Beijing --- Cen Shen.

The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

Scattered into the bead curtain wet curtain, the fox fur is not warm and thin.

The general's horns and bows are uncontrollable, and they are all cold in iron clothes.

The sea is dry and icy, and the gloomy clouds are bleak and condensed.

The Chinese army returned with wine and drinks, Huqin pipa and Qiang flute.

The snow is falling in the twilight, and the wind and red flags are not overturned.

Luntai East Gate sent Jun to go, and when he went, the snow was full of Tianshan Road.

The mountain loop turns around, and the snow leaves a place for horses.

The meeting is in high spirits for the youth.

Knowledgeable and personable.

Today, the willow is sent to the king.

Next year, the Qinchun ferry will be free.

A sun out of the west of the sun to look at the moon.

Lu Yao Mountain is far away from the birds.

Flowing down the river to remember.

The wind blows the spring willows and sends Feiji.

Looking up at the sky and looking at the clouds, the appearance is getting more and more blurred.

Friendship is only in this room, and it is most longed for thousands of miles away.

The remnant sun goes west to send the deceased, and the ancient road is light and dusty.

Today, the willows are folded and sent off, and the man's ambition is far away.

Concession, concession.

The sun is setting, and the lights are shining, like a sky full of stars.

Thousands of miles away, folding willows and giving each other, men's children's chronicles, far away.

The long road is lined with willows, and the long pavilion is sent off. The autumn wind carries my thoughts and calls, and accompanies you on the road to the end of the world.