But this is an ancient poem that has nothing to do with numbers. The original poem comes from Li Xun's Visit to Dayun Temple on March 4th in the Song Dynasty. The following is the original poem:

The wild temple is on the precipice, full of niches. Back and forth are unpredictable, and hundreds of billions are related. Wonderful chop Xie Jin axe, tall buildings smoke haze. Walking by the dangerous chimney, I was stunned by this deep pool. Years are old, and moss is fighting for trust. There are also good people who increase the application of Zhu Lan. The management is determined by the plan, and spies are not black. This money may be discernable, try and explore. Adventure is lonely, and only two or three are nearby. Son of Kaiyuan Shuwei, Jiannan. Duh, this is a beautiful conversation. In Mo Qing, there are almost no restrictions and festivals are very late. Music and family law, figure dirt are still included. Although Zheng was a Confucian scholar, it was a terrible disaster. The old phase was Guangdong and Hebei, which ended in each other. Yu Shide was ashamed that Hanlin was spoiled. The number of public parties is strong and the voice is solid. Fan Hua is peaceful, and there is no Peng Yong in life. It's a pity that the stone is still rotten Hua quickly laughed, and now this is excellent. I know where I'm going. I'm going to vote for my hairpin. Who's stupid? You're bound and stealing food like a silkworm. Except Tatsumi, the scenery is clear and beautiful. Leading to the scenic spots, the daily situation of the Buddha can be greedy. Dare to boast about getting drunk and rest, and ordinary worries will be relieved. Because of Song Jizhi, I put my pen in the monk temple.