Introduction
The poem says:
Wisdom is like Zhuge's lapels stained with tears, and the moon has its shadows and waxing and waning.
Things in the world are uncertain and difficult to predict, and spring sorrow makes me sleep alone.
Gao Fei and Linghuxi took a group of followers and rode fast horses to Chang'an after a long absence. It's winter now, the weather is cold, but the streets of Chang'an are still bustling with activity. Arriving in front of the government office, the two of them got off their horses. Linghuxi clasped his fists at Gao Fei and said, "Brother Gao, let me go to the Golden Palace to respond first." Gao Fei looked at Linghuxi and said with a smile, "Brother Linghu, don't worry, I have to go back to Xianlian to have a look." Linghuxi was secretly frightened, Xianlian, think about it. Immediately, his face darkened and he said, "Brother Gao, the younger brother will leave first. The two brothers left with their backs to each other at the entrance of the government office.