Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems rewrote the composition of ancient poetry.

Wireless melancholy, entangled in my heart, lingering, this sadness, endless complaints, in the bleak moment of the sunset, my mood is even lower. Riding on the fine horse that came home, with a wave of his whip, the horse flew quickly and kept running to my hometown. When I am gone, I am like a falling petal, no longer fragrant or gorgeous. But even if I can't continue to contribute my Weibo power in the imperial court, after I leave the politics and state affairs I love, I can become fertile soil, nourish buds and bloom more beautifully like withered safflower. When I get back to my hometown, I can still do something beneficial to my future life!