Yesterday, I was in Huang Zilian, playing the championship game with a famous state.
Once you quit, it's a bit difficult to be poor again.
I long for my wife, and my tears flow to me.
Although the husband is ambitious, he is worried about his children.
Sighed, embarrassed to give unexpected mo exceptional.
What a pity it is that whoever is poor is difficult!
) This poem eulogizes Huang Zilian, a poor man in ancient times, saying that once he changed his poverty, he changed his mind, and kept a festival without worrying about his children as a sign of self-encouragement.