Hungry mice ran around the bed and bats danced around the dark oil lamp. There is a breeze blowing in the room, and it is raining hard. I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows. From the northern frontier to the south, and now retired to the forest, it is already an old face with white hair. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. It was still a dream country in front of me.
This is Xin Qiji's word, and the epigraph is Qingpingle. From the beginning of "hungry mice around the bed", it is the text of the word.
After being dismissed from office, the poet often walked back and forth on Boshan Road, as he did in the Wangshi Temple in Boshan. Write the poet's inner feelings when the thatched cottage broke through the storm. I used to run for my country, but now I have retired. I am old and have no ambition. Then I feel sorry, but not negative. When I woke up in the autumn night, I saw Wan.