Wang Mian’s poems

Wang Mian's poems are as follows:

1. "Man Xing Qi Yi" Yuan? Bamboo is also inorganic.

At five o'clock, the showers passed by with the wind, and the eyes were full of falling flowers like snow flying.

Every time I burn candles to write down books, I often buy wine and order spring clothes.

I urgently report to Mr. Ren today. Yesterday, the moss covered the fishing ground.

2. "Manxing Part 2" by Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty

The sky is covered with lush greenery and layers of shadow, and snow waterfalls fall far away.

Double cranes dance in the white moonlit night, and listen to thousands of pine trees sing in the breeze.

You can enjoy poetry and wine as much as you want, so there is no need to talk about the past and present when enjoying yourself.

I want to fly with you on two boats and write poems and carve bamboos all over the mountains and forests.

3. "Second Rhyme Part 2" Wang Mian, Yuan Dynasty

There are no carriages or horses in the savage's residence, and the basil outside the door reaches the height of the tree.

The clouds at the foot of the stone are filled with rain, and the pines above the roof are rocking the waves at midnight.

It’s ridiculous to see the countryside in a painting. I only have to work on my own to support myself in the kitchen.

The man at the bottom of the box wants to be full of moss, and at night he suddenly calls out to the old dragon.

4. "Impressions No. 1" Wang Mian, Yuan Dynasty

There is little spring breeze in the country, and there is much rain at night in the deserted villages.

Pity the new vegetation and do not know the old mountains and rivers.

Things in the world are changing, and human relationships are changing.

I can't help but feel sad and sing a long song.

5. "Feelings Part Two" Wang Mian, Yuan Dynasty

Looking at the mirror with melancholy, who can judge the past and present?

Mountains and rivers often fall into my dream, and wind and rain only concern me.

Every time I think about the suffering of the common people, I can pity the prodigal son.

When late comes, the sorrow becomes more severe, and the green grass falls and the flowers fall deep.