The next sentence on the moon and the tower: be an official and hide your name. Title: Thirty poems in Wugong County. Real name: Yao He. Font size: large font. Time: Tang Dynasty. Ethnic group: Han nationality. Place of birth: Shaanxi. Date of birth: about 779 years. Time of death: about 855 years. Main Works: Send a friend, the host Liu Langzhong, send a friend to Jia Dao because he didn't come back from his southern tour, and send a friend to Jiang Ting and the ambassador of Cai Zhou. Main achievements: Representative of Kuyin School, and Jia Dao are also called "Yao Jia". Ancestral home: Xing Wu.
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The county is far from the imperial city, and the official is hidden.
Horses follow the mountains and deer, chickens and wild birds live.
The stable is just a rattan frame, and the invasion is a medicine cup.
I don't want to write a book name.
Clumsiness is naturally an official thing.
Just look for mountain roads and don't send books to town.
Take more medicine because of illness, and learn to fish because of meals.
Fitness is a good thing, besides, it is more empty.
Micro-officials are like horseshoes, only in mud and dust.
Follow me wherever you are poor and always take advantage of others.
A book sells your eyesight, and a glass of wine consumes your mind.
Early retirement, hidden deep in this body.
There are not many books, and it is difficult to sell a salary.
Drunk and careless, idle and stretched.
If you buy a stone, you will get a cloud.
From the heart, from his lonely smile.
When Xiao Zhong is asleep, everything is related.
Firewood is expensive in small cities, and poor families are idle.
If you forget to read more, you will pay back the wine on credit.
The dragon envied Liu Fuling and realized that the world was cold.
Sex often loves to lie down, and friends and relatives laugh long.
Take more pillows vertically, because my official has started to wrap Baotou.
You will feel old when you go up the mountain, and forget your troubles when you pass the temple.
After more than a thousand days of three exams, I don't want to rest.
The guests looked at each other and smiled, and the poems were on the bed.
Love to call in sick, and abandon the official because of drunkenness.
Temples are cold and short, and clothes are getting thinner and longer.
Being old doesn't look crazy.
If you don't see it for a day, it will damage your mind all year round.
The mountains should be washed in the snow, and the poems are windy.
Wild people don't know much about printing, and their families laugh and buy pianos.
It's a deep mistake to just over-divide.
Neighbors love each other and the door has been opened several times.
It's cool in autumn and there are many poems at night.
Establish bibliographies, find columns, and record drug nests.
There is nothing else to do when I get to the official, and my eyes are full of flowers.
Poverty should be heaven, and there is nothing to discuss in the world.
The micro-governor is like a guest, and the far county wins the village.
I have no food during the day and don't even close the door at night.
Zhai Xin adjusted the ink and inkstone, and only wrote 5,000 words.
The county is still in prison. Visitors will come back as soon as they arrive.
When the road passes, the village enters the country.
A drinker has a long sorrow, and poetry cannot be cured.
I have been an official, afraid of stepping on moss.
I have been wearing green clothes for three years since I walked down Qingshan Road.
Officials are humble and carnivorous, only for a short time.
The lay man was drunk and the monk advised him to go back early.
I don't know what to do to avoid going against my will.
The moon can only rise when it rises. Look at the sand in front of the court.
When the official comes to the mountain, the birds are scattered, and the savage wine is cooked.
There are few roads, deserted cities and many clouds.
The same number of officials immediately led to the west slope.
Being an official in a deserted city is full of troubles.
When I was sick, I only knew medicine, but when I was old, I gradually became a monk.
Dreams are empty, and poems are full of ice.
There are many old friends, and loneliness is disproportionate.
Who has read "Make a comeback" and lives in Yin Chuang?
When you have done everything, you will be busy all day.
Who knows you are drunk, but you can't read casually.
The length of the world is comparable to that of Liang.
If you don't frown at the DPRK, you are afraid of pandering if you are sick.
Water draws streams far away, and mountains are higher than cities.
Autumn shines on trees, and cold rain falls on the pool.
It's a poetic night. Put on your clothes and sit under the lamp.
Who can ask a question about the book? Go to bed early when the wind is cold.
I often ask for leave every ten days and explore money every other month.
I still hate poetry, and my family is very strange.
You have to think for yourself, and eventually you have to return to the game.
In the closed wind and rain, the leaves are harmonious and orderly.
The wild guest thinks that the cup is small, and the mountain Weng likes the pillow low.
Listen to the piano intellectually, and find medicine to get poetry.
Who can ride a horse better, just walk with sticks and quinoa.
I don't even eat the fishy smell, and I feel a little refreshed.
Night dogs bark because of the wind, and neighboring chickens crow with the rain.
Being an official is often ill, and learning Tao is another name.
There is a hole in the road. Who can guide me?
The official name is not counted, and the wine is cooked and opened.
On a sunny day, the lights sell, but on a cold day, the pen tip is frustrated.
When birds are frightened, they will gather together, and the number of idle guests will be counted.
The old country is depressed, and the green hills are separated.
I have nothing to do on holidays, but I am busy alone.
Move the mountain into the county government and plant bamboo on the wall.
The frightened butterfly leaves the stamen, and the bee swims with honey.
I'm just worried about going out and sitting next to the official tomorrow morning.
Castle Peak Road, outside the door, takes the lead and does not return.
Shengyi lives in seclusion in the county, and it is said that Pinxi is an official.
Love monk rice and put on wild clothes.
Who pity the birds in the valley, can't understand flying into the city.
An official has unlimited days, and he is depressed.
Sweeping the house surprises the nest swallow, and finding a fish falls on the wall.
Begging monks for clean water, newspaper guests idle books.
Who can pull out white hair? It's been over forty years.
When the door was open, it looked like it was in the mountains.
Guests study, children ride bamboo.
Being poor for a long time is easy to get old, but laziness can cure many diseases.
Taoist friends should blame each other. It's too late to dismiss the official.
Often without thinking, follow the qualifications.
Idle people get things late, but it is often difficult to find immortals.
Drunk and suspicious, the poor feel wide.
I haven't written new poems for a long time, so few people read them.
If you make a fool of yourself, you will know enough today.
The blue meets the post, and the white hair recalls the mountain residence.
Taoist friends pity food, and officials are too cursive.
It must be a long time to return to the self-cultivation hoe.
The main seal has been sitting for three years, and the mountain lives in Pepsi.
Burn incense, open a museum and set foot on the tower on the moon.
Poetry is easy to worry about when you get sick after drinking too much.
Ask the fisherman politely and borrow the hook in your hand for the time being.
Castle peak in long memory, deep in temperament.
The terrace is clean and the bamboo stove is light smoke.
Point to the clouds, play the piano and learn to sing birds.
At present, the magistrate of a county is blocked, and there are many worries in my dreams.
Self-knowledge is crazy, and the official is solid.
Just look at the mountains, there is no suspicion of leaving the county.
Ink inkstone printing, household registration miscellaneous classics.
There is no need to save money if you ask for a monthly salary.
Being an official can do nothing but contribute to old literature.
Poetry marks eight diseases, and the heart is full of worries.
Say goodbye to the guests and return to refining medicine.
I don't know if it is still inward, but who is this heart with?
Second, Yao He's other poems
Two songs on the poor side, the original new house (one by Wang Jian), Zhuang Juye's "Wild Journey", singing snow, and hosting guest Liu Yuanwai. Poetry of the same dynasty
Sangu's Family, Warm Dishes, Farewell to Xu Kan, Mourning Poems, Jia Dao's Tomb Inscription, Tiantai Temple Couplet, Song of Eternal Sorrow, Memory of Jiangnan, Spring Tour in Qiantang and Ode to Mujiang.
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