Seeing Secretary Wei Off on His Way to Anxi
You, sir, have instantly been raised to high station,
we are as far apart as cloud and mud.
White-haired I have no one to care for me,
wearing red cords of office, you express sympathy.
The secretary goes off to the three victories,
I have been two years detained by palace Traffic Control.
I will go off and drift on the rivers and seas,
with this parting my thoughts are lost in a daze.