Ji Kang's poems

Three poems by Tian Jia

Ruan Ji's career is lazy and Ji Kang's spirit is sparse. Get drunk when we meet, and sit alone and read some books.

Talking about raising cranes, fallow fields and herding pigs in small ponds. Grass grows brightly and flowers live in the clouds.

Leaning on the bed, watching women weave, climbing the ridge and hoeing the ground. Looking back on immortality, it is not empty.

Send a boy to the East House to get an essay (Yin Shaoye)

Under the official idle shogunate, talk about it for life. Literature is rich, and the high standard is scattered in the central government.

Going out is rain, warm to wine. Appreciate your bosom friend. Do not leave your soul.