The full text of Xin Qiji's "He Xinlang Bie Maojia and Scheeren" is as follows: Farewell to Maojia and the same Scheeren Now the lonely duck in the sunset has become a quatrain. Who by the river has seen the moon first? When did the moon on the river first shine on me? If life is only like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but the heart of an old friend is easy to change. The words of Mount Li are gone. In the middle of the night, tears fall and bells ring. I don't complain. How can it be like the wish of a young man in brocade to be together?