Ye Shaoweng's 10 classic poems are as follows:
1. "Qingxi Pavilion"
Jiang Zongneng was able to write about local people, but he only mentioned guest names when he was empty. The old foundation is occupied by barren grass, and the abandoned gardens are cultivated by barbarians. There are no old willow trees, but the first sound of the new cicada. Qingxi Gu is dead and ill, and is still isolated from the city.
2. "Yongxianpai"
How can you be driven by your fame when we travel thousands of miles together? What's the use of hanging on the wall? It's indispensable to leave home. The shopkeeper first drinks and sweeps, and the Jin official recognizes the title. I don't have the money to engrave it, so I just paste the paper on my mouth.
3. "Visiting the Hermit"
Wearing mountain robes to welcome guests, there are macaques and peaches by the well. The son looked for fallen fruits among the grass, and the wife passed the fragrant mash from the corner. The pine nuts planted in the old days are now big, but the new thatched cottages are not very high. I have never experienced this taste during my travels to Guizhou. Leeks and spring bamboo shoots are the same as bad ones.
4. "The Book of Seclusion"
We are visiting two Buddhist pagodas, and the water surrounds several fish houses. The leftover wine stains the neighbors, and he usually buys a fishing cart. When children are idle, they only have cranes to accompany them, and when old trees grow old, they become towers of their own. I care about things on the pillow and sweep away the fallen flowers in the morning.
5. "Ge Tianmin Resides in Seclusion"
Plant bamboos to form new rows, and move orchids to form old shades. The old clang still has ears, but the old willow has no heart. The sentence is enough to fill the cup, and the stove is greedy until late at night. Let’s chat about school under the bonfire, but the spring water has no clothes.
6. "The Stone Touches the Ancients"
The Yifu people are like turtles who have fallen into the dead hills. But I can wave jade dust, but I can't untie my crown and pocket. Zhengshuo is from Jiangzuo, and his business is only stone. Although the Central Plains is promising, I can’t bear to go upstairs.
7. "A Rest in the Farmhouse"
The dogs are tame and bark, and the children are laughing and crying. The cherry blossoms are ripe and fish nets are used, and the mulberry trees are lying on the bamboo ladder in the empty sky. The dead branches are pecked and broken by birds, and the wild grass and deer sleep low. There is a hiking trail behind the house and the cattle pen is further to the west.
8. "Inscription on the Wall of Old Friends in the Mountains"
Although the mountains are quiet, there is nothing to do. Hoe the ground to leave sedges, add springs to raise cattails. The court is swept away by the wind, and the moon is the same as the moon. When I grow old, I know the taste of Zen, and I try to form knots among the pines.
9. "Visiting Banshan Temple"
Going back to Tianchou, I asked the old farmer what the success of the new method was. It is known that I have made offerings to the Buddha in memory of my past mistakes, and I still regretted compiling a book to express my gratitude to the Duke. The statue can hardly accompany Confucius on the wall. Who can visit the ancient temple of King Jue? It's been two hundred years, and Oat Rongkui has been winding down several times.
10. "An Autumn Tour of Longjing"
A pair of cranes guide the road, and a child carries a bag. In the shadow of the bamboo cup, there is the sound of people talking in the water. When there is no rain, the clouds are always wet, and when there is no frost, the leaves turn red. I came here to listen to the wind in the pines.