When I left Yuanjiu, I suddenly dreamed of it, but the book was suitable, and I sent a poem of Tonghua ... It was sent by Bai Juyi Yongshou Temple in the Tang Dynasty, with Xinchang Square in the north. Return a few lines of tears, I will not mourn you. Long Lantian Road, I haven't heard from you since I went there. Ji Jun's residence has passed the Shangshan North. Last night, the clouds cleared and there was moonlight thousands of miles away. Dream of you, it should be. I held your hand in my dream and asked you what you thought. No one can send a book. Before I felt it, I knocked at the door. It's a messenger from Shangzhou. I've sent you a letter. Suddenly started up on the pillow, clothes upside down. Open the seal and see the handwritten note, a piece of paper with 13 lines. On the one hand, I moved my heart, on the other hand, I left my intestines. Never tired, too busy to say anything. The cloud is the night of this book, and the night stays in the east of Shangzhou. Sitting alone, in Yangcheng Mountain Pavilion. Writing a book late at night, the mountains and the moon are slanting west. What's under the moon? Erythrina tree Half-fallen tung flowers are acacia. Behind the diligent book, Tonghua poems are also sent. Tonghua poetry has eight rhymes and profound thoughts. With my mind now, remember your heart this night. Read a chapter three times and recite a sentence ten times. Cherish 80 words and turn stone into gold.