My father's farewell poem.

1, after parting, meet again. A few times, I dreamed of being with you. There is a silver jar left tonight, and meeting is even a dream.

When we parted, we had no lingering tears. We are relatively speechless. Look at the sunset through the peak of Wenfeng Tower and sprinkle its afterglow on Xiqing River.

Since we left each other, we drifted like clouds, and ten years passed like running water, until we finally got together again. We talked and laughed, just like before, except that the hair on our heads is a little gray now.