He regards Yu Yun as a bosom friend who understands human feelings, and tells him the route back to his hometown and the scenery along the way in detail. When the rain clouds floated away, he imagined the rain clouds floating into his yard and saw his wife look haggard because she missed him.
This poem fully embodies the rich imagination, absurd conception, beautiful metaphor and sincere feelings of Indian literature. Later generations endlessly imitated and formed "messenger-style" poems, such as "wind messenger" and "moon messenger".