Su Shi
What is life like everywhere? It should be like Hong Fei stepping through the snow;
I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing.
The old monk is dead and has become a new tower. There is no reason to look at the old topic with a broken wall.
I still remember that rugged past, when people on the road were sleepy and hissing.
In the last two sentences, the author himself added a footnote: "Last year, the horse died in Erling and the donkey rode to Mianchi." That is to say, when I was going to catch the exam, the horse I rode died in Erling (now Xiaoshan, Henan Province) to the west of Mianchi, so I had to ride a donkey to Mianchi. So the poem says: Do you remember? I was riding a little donkey on a rugged mountain road. The road is so far, people are so tired, and the thin little donkey is too tired to stop barking. The poet looked back on the past and expressed his deep sigh for life.