The previous sentence that damages the Taoist heart all year round: One day you will lose sight of your eyes.
The previous sentence that damages the Taoist heart all year round: One day you will lose sight of your eyes. Title of poem: "Thirty Poems from Wugong County". Real name: Yao He. Font size: Zi Daying. Era: Tang Dynasty. Ethnic group: Han. Birthplace: Shaanzhou. Date of birth: approximately 779. Time of death: about 855. Main works: "A message to a friend", "A message to a guest named Liu Langzhong", "A message to a friend who has not returned due to a trip to the south", "A message to Jia Island", "A message to Jiang Ting of Caizhou and the envoy of Jiantian", etc. Main achievements: Representative of the Kuyin Poetry School, and is also known as "Yao Jia" together with Jia Dao. Ancestry: Wuxing.
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The county is far away from the imperial city, and I am an official and Yinqi.
Horses roam with the mountain deer, and chickens and wild birds roost.
The horse house is just a pergola, and the steps are filled with medicine.
Register Ji Shuye does not plan to write a book title.
Fang is clumsy by nature, and being an official means he is careless about things.
Only looking for the mountain road, not sending letters to the city.
I received more medicine due to illness, so I learned to fish over a meal.
It is a good thing to cultivate one's health, but it is even more empty.
A small official is like a horse's feet, just in the dust.
Poverty will follow me everywhere, and I will take advantage of others all the time.
A book of books consumes one’s eyesight, a glass of wine consumes one’s mind.
Make plans to retire early and live deeply to nourish yourself.
I don’t know how to write many books, and my small salary is difficult to sell.
I lie down drunk and open my eyes, and I walk leisurely and tie my waist lazily.
Move the flowers and the butterflies arrive, buy the stone and get the cloud.
Be happy in your own heart and laugh at the loneliness from him.
When I fall asleep at dawn, everything becomes related.
Firewood is expensive in small markets, but the anvil and pestle are idle in poor families.
I forget too much about reading, and I pay back all the wine I borrowed on credit.
I have always admired Liu Ling, Gao Mian was born in this world.
I have a sparse nature and often like to lie down, and laugh at my relatives.
Even if you carry many pillows, it is because the government officials are beginning to wrap your head.
I feel old when I go up the mountain, and forget my worries temporarily after passing the temple.
Three exams lasted more than a thousand days, and I didn’t want to rest with my waist down.
Everyone smiles when the guests arrive, and the bed is filled with poems and books.
Ai Xian asked for sick leave, but abandoned the official position due to drunkenness.
The temples are cold and short, and the clothes are getting thinner and longer.
I don’t think I’m too censorious, and I’m not as crazy as I used to be.
If you lose your eyesight in one day, you will damage your Taoist heart all year round.
The mountains are suitable for washing on the snow, and the poems are easy to sing in the wind.
The strangers suspected the seal, but the family laughed and bought the piano.
It would be a deep mistake to just follow the blame.
Neighbors all love each other, and we see each other every time we open the door.
The autumn coolness sees off guests far away, and the quiet night is full of poems.
Just make a list of books and look for columns to write down medicine nests.
There is nothing else to do when you get to the official position, and you can plant a lot of trees in the garden.
If you are so poor, Heaven will respond, and there will be no discussion of human affairs.
Military officials are like guests, but distant counties are not as good as villages.
I had no food for many days and stayed open all night long.
Zhai Xin adjusted the pen and inkstone and wrote only five thousand words.
The county is still in a remote area and tourists can come back as soon as they arrive.
Go to the edge of the road and enter the village through Guomen.
Sakato's worries are too long, and his poetry is ill.
Have you ever been a small official in a government office?
Since going down Qingshan Road, I have been wearing green clothes for three years.
Being a humble official, eating meat, and arrogant is a shortcoming of talent and wrongdoing of people.
The monk was drunk, and the eminent monk advised him to return early.
I don’t know what to do to avoid going against my original intention.
You can only get up when the moon rises, and watch the sage seeds in front of the court.
When the officials come, the birds disperse, and when the wine is ripe, the savages pass by.
There are few deserted cities on Qilu, but there are many hazes in the distance.
The same officials led me to the west slope and dismounted.
As an official in a deserted city, I am overwhelmed with poverty and sorrow.
I have many illnesses and only know the medicine. As I get older, I gradually become close to the monks.
The moon is in the empty hall in my dream, and my poems are filled with inkstones and ice.
Old friends have many ways to go, but loneliness is not commensurate.
Whoever thinks of Dongshan guest will stay on the seal bed.
What year do you have to run out of things to do and keep busy with people all day long?
Who knows how to scream when I’m lying drunk, and I can’t read when I’m idle.
How can this be compared to the long period of inspection and restraint in the human world?
The eyebrows are not raised in the morning, and the sick are afraid of flattery.
The water is diverted from far away to the stream, and the mountains are built higher than the city.
Autumn lights illuminate the trees, and the cold rain falls on the pond.
It’s a good night to recite poems and sit in your clothes until dawn.
Who can ask about the records? Go to bed early when the wind is cold.
I often beg for leave every ten days and ask for money every other month.
I used to think that poems were eccentric, and family ties were strangely drunk.
You must plan your life, and you will eventually return to the field.
Behind closed doors in the wind and rain, the fallen leaves are even with the steps.
The wild man thinks the cup is too small, and the mountain man likes the pillow to be low.
Listen to the piano to understand nature, and search for medicine to get poem titles.
Who is more capable of riding a horse? Who can walk idle with only a stick?
I didn’t even eat anything due to the smell of fishy smell, but I felt a little refreshed.
The dogs bark at night because of the wind, and the neighboring chickens crow with the rain.
The guard often stays ill and learns how to use different names.
There is a small road in the middle of the cave. Who can guide me?
The official’s name is unknown, and the wine is ripe and unsealed.
The sunny moon kills the color of the lights, and the cold weather dampens the writing power.
When the frightened birds rise together, many leisurely guests meet.
The old country is depressed, and the green mountains are separated by several layers.
There is nothing to do during the holidays, but I am busy alone.
Move mountains into the county house and plant bamboos on the city walls.
The frightened butterflies leave the flower stamens behind, and the wandering bees bring the fragrance of honey.
I worry about going out early tomorrow morning and sitting next to the officials.
On the green mountain road outside the door, you can't go back.
The county is suitable for keeping in good health, and it is said that the taste is good for the officials.
I love the food of mountain monks, and I wear the clothes of a wild traveler leisurely.
Who pities the valley bird and flies into the city without understanding.
One official has unlimited days, how can he be depressed.
Sweeping the house scares the nesting swallows, looking for fish that fall off the wall.
Begging for clean water from the monks, and reporting leisurely books to the guests.
Who can tweezer gray hair? He is over forty years old.
The door to Chao Chao is not closed, and it looks like it was in the mountains.
Guests took out books to read, and children cut bamboos and rode on them.
If you are poor for a long time, you will get old easily, and you will be sick and lazy.
My Taoist friends should be surprised, it is too late to retire from office.
Qi Qi often has no thoughts and gets promoted to official positions based on qualifications.
Idle people get things late, and it is often difficult to find immortals.
Drunk and lying down, suspected of physical illness, living in poverty, feeling that the road is wide.
I haven’t written new poems for a long time, so I think few people will read them.
I have been making plans for shelter, but now I know that I am too clumsy.
The green shirt welcomes the post envoy, and the white hair recalls the mountain residence.
Taoist friends pity vegetarian food, but officials dislike cursive writing.
For a long-term thing, go back and work on your own.
The chief seal has been in office for three years, and he has rested in the mountains.
Burning incense to open the imperial treasury, stepping on the moon to climb the tower.
Drinking often causes illness, and reciting poems can easily lead to depression.
Those who are diligent in asking fishermen will temporarily lend you the hook in your hand.
I always recall the beauty of the green mountains, and live deep in my heart.
The steps and streams are clean with stones, and the smoke from the bamboo stove is light.
Click on the pen to draw the clouds, and play the piano to learn the sounds of birds.
Today’s county magistrate seal brings all kinds of worries in dreams.
Knowing that he is wild and eccentric, his official affairs are solid and sparse.
Just looking at the mountain stands makes me feel like I am out of town.
Sealed with red inkstone and household registration miscellaneous scriptures.
If you have an ordinary monthly salary, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have enough money.
As an official, he is incompetent and contributes to the old culture.
In addition to the eight diseases, the heart is filled with worries.
Bear farewell to the pilgrims and return to the alchemist.
I don’t know who has the same mind if I go inward.
2. Yao He's other poems
"Two Poems by Qianbian", "New Residence in Yuan Shang (a poem by Wang Jian)", "Traveling in the Wilderness of Zhuangju", "Song of Snow" , "Host and Guest Liu Yuanwai". Poems from the same dynasty
"Sangu Stone", "Warm Cui", "Farewell to Xu Kan", "Poems of Deep Regret", "Inscription on Jia Dao Tomb", "Couplet of Tiantai Chanyuan", "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" ", "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River", "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake", "Ode to the Dusk River".
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