Old friends Tom Sharp

Mountains surround this town and its lid is solid gray. Your head used to be golden; when you left it was white. For old friends like us, the years matter little. People sail their rafts back and forth across the sea. I send this one across to you to ask if you’ll be back in the fall.

更漏子·送孙巨源 苏轼

水涵空，山照市，西汉二疏乡里。 新白发，旧黄金，故人恩义深。 海东头，山尽处，自古客槎来去。 槎有信，赴秋期，使君行不归。