During the Song Dynasty, there was a diligent and studious poet named Pan Dalin in Huangzhou. Despite his impoverished background, he composed many excellent poems.

One autumn, a friend sent him a letter, inquiring, "Have you written any new poems recently?" Pan Dalin replied, "Every scene in autumn is worthy of a good verse. Yesterday, as I was resting with my eyes closed on my bed, I heard the wind and rain lashing against the trees outside my window. I got up and wrote on the wall: 'The city is filled with wind and rain as Double Ninth Festival approaches.'"

Just then, someone demanding tax payments burst in, completely extinguishing my poetic inspiration, and I could not continue. Now, I only have this one line to send you.