In the last year of your year1October 30th, I observed your works in Fu on the Red Wall and said, "If it's not mine, I won't take it." Take it, remember what it is, and explain "my love". I'll turn a deaf ear to you from now on, and I won't lose or earn.

Repay your friend: if you can get honor, you are willing to give up ten years of life. This is not empty talk. My friends were shocked and said, "Why are you so pitiful?" I smiled and refused to answer, so that "my ears still don't understand." I've been thinking about it for five years now, and nothing has changed in the past.

Your talent is thicker than the ground, which I learned in the tenth century. Your poems are based on theory, rich in words, ancient and modern in text, different in books, and draw Huzhou ... alas! Hiro Boyi! Deep! All right. Wide, wide-ranging; Bo, thinking far; Profound and reasonable; Good, the analysis is wonderful! Is it not the love of my feet?

Junde is higher than the sky, and future generations look at it, and the item is stiff. CoCo Lee is in my heart, and Su Causeway is horizontal; Loyalty to the king is against advice; Open-minded, so the teacher is heavy; Broad-minded, so eternal; Indifferent to fame and fortune, so build Dongpo ... Zhuang Zai, Zi Zhan, Holy Lake, Su Shi! A thousand years have passed, and there are no regrets in the world!

I want to ask, it is no exaggeration that such a talented person loves me more than I do. Why should I be surprised by my love?

On October 8, the year of Wuzi, something happened in western Chongqing.