It is a poem by Su Shi.
Part 1 of "Six Poems by Ci Yun and Wang Gong"
Su Shi
I have always cared about my son in my life, no one in my old age will remember him.
The clever words often suffer from coix, and the thin words often rely on xiongxiong and rhizome.
The son can still blame Tong Yuanliang, but the wife is inferior to Jingtong.
If you ask me about the gifts given by nature, it will not be empty just because I was relegated.
The jade arms of the Jun family are pierced with bronze. When will the guests see you?
Be diligent in recording the shape of the palace with yellow lead, and do not teach string instruments to make wild sounds.
Xunyi gradually sighs at the lack of fragrance in the Yamen, holding her bun in a distant bun and pitying her clear words at night.
I remember that when I returned to the north and took me with me, the wind and waves in the south river and the snow-capped mountains collapsed.