In this poem, the poet made it very clear at the beginning: mature things will fall at any time, and blood relatives and heirs should inherit his legacy, so that beautiful life can continue to flourish and gorgeous roses will not wither. This is a natural law, and it also inspires the common path that people should take in reality.
Excerpt from the original:
When I counted the chimes on the wall,
Watching the bright day fall into the fierce night,
When I stare at violet's senile face,
The curly hair of moss is sprinkled with white snow;
When I saw the towering branches and leaves fall,
Not long ago, it covered the panting cattle and sheep;
The green in summer is tied in bundles,
He had a thick white beard and was put on the bed;
So I can't help worrying about your Zhu Yan:
One day you will join the garbage dump of time,
Since both beauty and wheatgrass have abandoned themselves,
Watching others grow up and wither themselves;
Nothing can resist the ruthless hand of time,
Besides giving birth, he will take you away when he comes.
This book is mainly divided into two parts. The first part is a story written by the author to his good friend, a young aristocrat. The second part is a story dedicated by the author to a black lady, which mainly describes love.