1, here are your old poems.
Weak exercises can't be planted, and Ji Bo can't fight. The shallow wisdom is over, and the name is Anxi. The interference caused by service fatigue is negligible. Young and frivolous, a little late and precious glory. Today is completely discredited and untrue, and everything was wrong yesterday. Although the new knowledge has been happy, the old love has been violated. Looking at the countryside and the leaders, my eyes are full of tears. The passengers are haggard and spring is complacent. The shore flowers are in the water, and Jiang Yan flies around. Sailing for no reason, returning to the sunset alone.
Translation:
I am naturally weak and difficult, and I can't reuse any skill. After all, I am just ignorant and shallow, and I don't want to be famous. The life of a wandering official who is unhappy all day is boring. When you are young, you often don't know the value of time. When you are old, you know how to cherish time. When I think of the ups and downs of my career, I feel that being an official is a big mistake and abandoning an official is the right choice.
It's nice to meet new friends, but it's also depressing to be separated from old friends. From a distance, my hometown is so charming that I can't take it back, and tears are spilled on my skirt. Long-term official life and homesickness make people haggard, and the spring grass and spring flowers that are competing for each other are not interested in appreciation. Flowers bloom on both sides of the river, and lovers fly around the boat on the river. If you can go downstream by boat, you can go home with the ebb tide of the Yangtze River.
2. One of these two poems is always in my heart.
Bamboo leaves surround the south window and moonlight shines on the east wall. Who knows that a lonely night, tears spilled on the pillow.
3. On the evening of Wangjiang Mountain, Sima offered fish.
The city is covered with water. Water is like a belt. Looking at high city every day. Unexpectedly. There are many banquets in this city. Silk and bamboo will always be popular.
The sound of the pipe flows. The mysterious voice is sad. Goldie is as painful as sorrow. Dancing around the waist is heartbreaking. Under the yellow leaves of Mid-Autumn Festival, the wind is long and coquettish.
The early goose comes out of the clouds. Therefore, say goodbye strictly. Life in another county is very sad. Night dreams are still confused. What a leisurely life. Look up at the west building.
Our sails are heading for Pu. Who can feather in Tuan Tuan Zhou? Easy to lift and fly.
Extended data:
Zhong Yan, a poet of the Southern Liang Dynasty, was born in Donghai Lake (now Cangshan County Town, Shandong Province), the great-grandson of He Chengtian, the foreign minister of the Song Dynasty, and Qi Taiwei, a Han army, joined the army. At the age of eight, he can be a poet, a scholar in a weak state, and a minister in the Ministry of Water Affairs.
Poetry is as famous as Silver Pit, and Yin He ranks first in the world. Wen is as famous as Liu Xiaozhuo, who is called He Liu in the world. His poems are good at writing scenery and refining words. The eight volumes recommended by Du Fu have been lost today. There is a volume of the Ministry of Water in the Ming Dynasty. Later generations called it "He Ji Shi" or "He Shui Bu".