Farewell Xin Jian at the Lotus Pavilion
Don Wang Changling
Cold rain at night, Wu,
Pingming Chugu Mountain in Fujian.
If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other,
A piece of ice is in the jade pot.
After a night of cold rain, the poet said goodbye to his friends in the Furong Building. At this time, only the morning light reflects the distant mountains.
He said to his friends, if my distant relatives and friends ask about me, please convey my sincere wishes to them.