He studied since he was a child and never gave up a day. Since I am an official, I will travel around the world and read Wei Suzhou's poem "Knowing the stormy night and sleeping in bed". I felt sad, but for the pleasure of seclusion, I agreed to leave early. Therefore, Zi Zhan started as the Fengxiang shogunate, leaving a poem as a farewell saying, "When is the rainy night bleak?" Later, Zi Zhan defended Yuhang, then moved to Jiaoxi, and Zhe stayed in Huaiyang and Jinan, and disappeared for seven years. In February of the tenth year of Xining, the two places resumed their meetings and stayed together for more than 100 days. I stayed at Xiaoyao Hall, remembered the previous agreement and wrote two short poems.

When I was a child, I studied with Zi Zhan and never separated for a day. After entering the official position, I expected that I would be separated and be an official everywhere in the future. So, one day I read Wei Suzhou's poem "Know the stormy night, then go to bed", and I was deeply moved. I agree to finish my work early, retire and live in seclusion, and compose poems. Su Shi left me a poem when he was a judge in Fengxiang. When can we listen to the rain together on a rainy night? Later he went to Hangzhou, and I stayed in Huaiyang and Jinan for seven years. When Su Shi arrived in Xuzhou, he was able to meet each other and spend a hundred days together. At that time, he lived in Xiaoyao Hall, remembering the vows made before the rainy night more than ten years ago, and wrote two short poems:

Behind the free and unfettered temple, thousands of trees are searched, and the rain sounds at midnight.

Looking for the Old Testament in bed by mistake, I don't know how to wander in Pengcheng.

Behind the Xiaoyao Temple, a few thousands of feet-high trees rustled in the distance at midnight.

I am glad that I have fulfilled my promise to listen to the rain at night in bed, but I have temporarily forgotten that I am just wandering in Pengcheng.

Qiu Lai East Pavilion is as cool as water, and guests are drunk as mud when they go up the mountain.

Sleeping in the north window, I can't breathe, the wind blows loose bamboo, and the rain is quiet.

In autumn, the night in the official residence is as cold as water. After I leave, you will be drunk as a fiddler.

Sleeping in the north window, I can't wake up, but I can hear the wind, pine and bamboo, cold rain and sadness outside the window.