Shuhuai
The mountains and rivers in the old country have changed greatly, and the old garden is half barren.
The vast world is a guest, disturbing the dust and polluting Confucianism.
The diseased bones are all thin in autumn, and the minister's heart is still accompanied by a lonely moon.
I was advised to have fun in a cup so as to ask San Lv if he would get drunk.
The meaning of this poem is that in the face of the fragmented national mountains and rivers, I see a barren scene everywhere. As a scholar, I am weak, unable to contribute to the country, and extremely lonely inside.