1. "Seven-Step Poetry" Han Dynasty: Cao Zhi
Cooking beans burns the bean sprouts, and the beans weep in the cauldron.
They are born from the same roots, so why rush each other?
2. "Seven Sorrow Poems" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Zhi
The bright moon shines on the high building, and the light is lingering.
There is a sad and longing woman above, who laments more than she can.
Who is the one who sighs? It is said that she is a wife.
You have been away for more than ten years, and your concubine often lives alone.
You are like clear road dust, and I am like muddy cement.
The ups and downs of different forces, when will they meet and harmonize?
May I be the southwest wind and pass away forever in your arms.
If you keep your good intentions, how can you rely on your humble concubine?
3. "Seven Miscellaneous Poems·Part 1" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Zhi
There is a sad wind on the high platform, and the morning sun shines on the northern forest.
My son is thousands of miles away, and the rivers and lakes are far and wide.
The Ark is very safe, but it’s hard to think about it!
The lone wild goose flies south and passes by the court president mourning.
I long for people far away and wish to leave my legacy.
The shadow suddenly disappears, Pianpian hurts my heart.
4. "Four of Seven Miscellaneous Poems" Wei and Jin: Cao Zhi
There is a beautiful woman in the southern country, as beautiful as a peach or a plum.
Go to the north bank of the Yangtze River in the morning and stay in Xiaoxiangjun in the evening.
Nowadays, when beauty is thin, who will have white teeth?
As the year draws to a close, glory cannot last long.
5. "Noda Yellow Bird's Journey" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Zhi
The tall trees are full of sad winds, and the sea water stirs up its waves.
If you don’t have a sharp sword in your hand, why make many friends?
There are no sparrows in the fence, but harriers are seen throwing themselves into the nest.
The Luo family is happy when they get birds, but the young man is sad when they see them.
Draw the sword and pull the net, and the oriole will fly.
Flying across the sky, come and thank the young man.