Translation
Children from rich families will not starve to death, while poor scholars mostly bring trouble to themselves.
Master Wei, you can listen quietly and I will tell you my past.
When I was a boy, I had long been a guest visiting the royal capital.
I have read tens of thousands of books by heart, and when I write articles, I feel like I have a knack for writing.
My Ci skills rival those of Yang Xiong, and my articles are similar to those of Cao Zhi.
Li Yong sought an opportunity to meet with me, and Wang Han was willing to become my close neighbor.
Thinking that he is an extraordinary and outstanding person, he must soon be in a position of power.
Assist the king to make him superior to Yao and Shun, and make the social customs honest and honest.
All the ambitions in life have come to nothing, and singing in sorrow is definitely not about leisure and retirement.
I rode a donkey for thirteen years and spent many New Years in Chang'an.
Knocked on the door of the rich in the morning, followed the fat horse in the evening and was covered in dust.
Eating other people’s leftovers makes people secretly feel hardship everywhere.
Not long after he was recruited by the emperor, he suddenly felt that his ambition could be stretched.
But I am like a bird that breaks its wings and falls from the sky, and like a carp that cannot jump over the dragon gate.
I am very ashamed that you are so generous to me. I know that you treat me with sincerity.
Recommend my poems to the officials, recite the good lines, and praise the fresh style.
I want to imitate Gong Yu and let others promote me, but I can't bear to be as poor as Yuan Xian.
How can I make my heart depressed and angry, always moving forward and backward?
I will run eastward into the sea and will soon leave the ancient Western Qin.
I miss the majestic Zhongnan Mountain, and I also want to look back at the clear shore of the Wei River.
I want to repay your "kindness of a meal" and say goodbye to the many ministers who care about me.
Let me appear like a white gull in the mighty waves of smoke, floating thousands of miles away. Who can capture me?