In the vast Chang'an, Bai Juyi met his lifelong best friend. The two drank wine under the moonlight and talked freely.
"We used to be lovers of Yunxiang, and we never left each other for three years."
Not wanting things to be unpredictable, Bai Juyi did not dare to see him off when he was leaving. He placed a branch of peony with dew on the table. From then on, he drifted away.
I consider myself not good at empathy, but I was deeply touched by the friendship between Yuan and Bai, especially the harmonious poems they wrote in their later years. When I read them, I felt that it was hard to find a close friend! So he wrote nonsense stories in the letter to comfort his feeling of loss.
[This is not official history. It contains personal fictional elements. If there are any inaccuracies, please correct me!
Purpose: lifelong confidant