"Thus, departure feels different in different situations. Tall, handsome horse matches silver-inlaid saddle; red vehicle matches colorfully-painted wheels; I built a tent outside the gate of capital and bade farewell to my old friends in Golden Valley Park. Strings of harp, flute and drums produce music; sad songs of Yan State and Zhao State make beauties weep; pearls and jades are brilliant in the late autumn; silks and brocades are fascinating in the early spring. Being shocked by the song, horses raise their heads and chew; fish jumps out of the deep water. When in departure, with tears in eyes, I feel lonely and gloomy."