Author: Wang Mian
Water stays outside Liaocheng, forgetting to eat and sleep and listening to the sound.
The smoke is even white, and the lonely moon is close to the boat.
Things change, mountains and rivers exist, and time-shifting vegetation is shocking.
I have no pity for my friends, but I feel sad alone.
It expresses the author's feelings about the vicissitudes of the world and the anguish that friends have nowhere to tell.