In a season of catkins flying, I bid farewell to my hometown Luoyang, and after a long journey, I arrived in Sanxiang in the winter when plum blossoms were in full bloom. The joys and sorrows of the world, ups and downs, honor and disgrace, are all like floating clouds, all gone. However, the love that I can't bear to leave is like a long river.
This is a unique farewell poem, a song of a disgraced person. Member Wang Ba was demoted to Changsha, and the author guarding Baling had something to see him off. Two people, we are not happy-forever old, politically incompetent, and the farewell of Baling night added to their lingering feelings.