I've heard a long time ago. In the era of Ming Dow, I followed my late father back to my hometown and met him at my uncle's house. He is (already) twelve or thirteen years old. Letting (him) write poetry is not as good as his previous reputation. Seven years later, (I) came back from Yangzhou, went to my uncle's house, asked about Zhong Yong, and replied, "(Zhong Yong's talent has disappeared), just like ordinary people."