Huai Mianchi sent his son to Zhan Xiong.
Song Su Zhe
Farewell to Jacky, * * * long distance afraid of snow mud.
Back to cycling, I'm still looking for the bridge, and the pedestrians have gone west.
Have you ever been a county magistrate? On the wall of the old monk's house.
Think about traveling alone, it's delicious, but you can't lick a horse except for hissing.
[translation]
Peer brother Ye said goodbye, while * * * was worried about the difficult road ahead.
After riding a horse, he is still patrolling the girder yard. I want to travel far away. My brother has crossed the Songxi ancient road.
Have you ever been the master book of Mianchi? I also stayed in the monk's room with my father and brother.
If you think you are alone, you must be lonely on the journey. When you are confused about the road ahead, you can only hear the neighing of horses.
[Appreciation of Works]
Su Zhe wrote in the poem's self-annotation, "Before Zi Zhan should go, he went to the temple in Suxian County to talk about the wall of his old monk's leisure." Because 19 years old, he was appointed as the main book of Mianchi County (because he was admitted to Jinshi, but he didn't take office). When he passed by, he had a visit to the monk to ask questions. So, he wrote in his poem: "Have you ever been a county magistrate?" The inscription on the wall of the old monk's house. "These experiences are accidental or inevitable? He was full of doubts and expressed his feelings. At the same time, in the first couplet, I expressed my feelings of leaving my brother. " Farewell to Jacky, travel afraid of snow and mud. The word "fear" has a pun meaning, one is that the road of life is difficult, and the other is a kind of helplessness. The theme of Su Zhe's poem is nostalgia, memory and farewell. Recalling "I used to be a county official" and "I used to be a monk's room", I can't help sighing for several years and saying goodbye to my brother's "solo tour". I don't think this trip is very delicious, but what can I do? As soon as you step into your career, you are like a chess piece on a chessboard, which can only be placed in various positions. You can't help yourself. You can "hiss" when you are tired, but you can't get rid of your fate because you have to take care of others. So this poem really reflects the exclamation of life!