The book is a stroke in Selected Records of Ji Xiang:
There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted by my wife when she died. Now it stands tall and luxuriant like an umbrella. When a tree grows long, people die, and things are different, so there is no way to complain.
Su Dongpo wrote a eulogy "Jiangchengzi":
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose. Like an overwhelming sadness.