Military Commissioner Wang Jian Tells Me that in the Nearby Mountain There Are Two Hawks, One Is White and the Other Black, Searched Vainly for a Long Time by the Hunters. Wang Thinks the Two Hawks Are Different from Other Hawks in Frame and May Soar Away to Avoid the Warmer Weather When the Spring Comes — How the Sinewy Wings Are Fond of and Will Be Lost in the Autumn There! Hence Wang Asks Me to Write These Two Poems (the second of them)