Volume 37_1 Six Poems of Wang Ji

Wherever the ghost is, there is an immortal in Ziyan. Under the moon, Baoqin will be heard, and you will be at ease.

The material is drawn from Yishangan, and the emblem is dotted with Kunqiu jade. Paint holds the dragon's lips, and silk wraps the phoenix's feet.

Let’s play Guangling first, and continue with Mingguang later. A hundred gold buys a song, a thousand gold transmits a song.

There is no such thing as Zhong Ziqi, who’s heart belongs to him?

Bamboo grows in the Daxia River, which is green and full of strange qualities. The green leaves sing in the wind, and the green stems touch the sky.

The frost seals the wood, and the phoenix eats it. After Ning Xuanyuan, there was even more Ling Lun.

The sword and ax are lost, and the roots and plants are lost. Cut into twelve pipes and play the male and female rhythms.

Although it is useful, it hurts oneself, but it is not intended to cause illness again. It is not as good as the grass on the mountain, and it will ensure good luck in the end.

The treasure turtle is two inches long and comes from deep water. Floating in the five lakes and wandering in the three rivers.

Why not go deep and deep again, and reach Qinwei lightly. The source and flow of Qinwei are narrow, and the spring and Autumn period do not wet the track.

The fishermen pass each other back and forth, and the nets linger around each other. Once unlucky, he will bleed to death from his intestines.

The abundant bones are transferred to the temple, and the fresh and plump bones are borrowed from the 笾簋. Whoever abandons it will complain, whether it is self-inflicted or not.

The remaining spirit sent a divination message and came back to Qin.

The pines grow under the northern rock, and there are no traces of people there. The leaves carry clouds and smoke, and the roots support the caves.

Ling Yunjie is the only one who says that he has achieved great success in life. When have you been afraid of an axe? How many times have you experienced frost and snow?

The wind shook the northwest branches, and hail fell on the southeastern nodes. Not long after, I felt the branches break.

The wisteria was broken up and down, and the branches were split vertically and horizontally. The industry will be rotted away, and the dust will be extinguished by sitting on the bed.

How can the craftsman Shi Gu of Ningguan be sacrificed for the king and grandson? There will be ups and downs of its own, but the sages will not be ignored.

Those who send long messages are doing nothing but complaining.

How green is the osmanthus tree, and the flowers are more fragrant in autumn. He said that he is cold in nature and does not expose himself to frost.

Youren value their virtues and move to the front hall. There are eight or nine tree punches in a row, and two or three rows of Yan Jian.

The branches are entangled with each other, and the leaves are even. Two swans come and go, two mandarin ducks perch.

Rong Yin is not thick, nor can he be hurt by a heavy axe. When I promise you with my whole heart, this intention cannot be forgotten.

Caifeng was about to return, so Tiluo went out to visit the countryside. Luo Zhang and Daze are gone, and the phoenix enters the heavy clouds.

In the morning, I live in Kun Langmu, and in the evening, I drink from the Penghu. Asking how far away the phoenix is, the wise king sits and looks at each other.

The phoenix talks about the deep virtues of the lotus, and the small bird is safe enough. But if the eggs are intact, there is no order to release them.

The emperor's ministers worked hard to raise the animals, and the emperor played the flute and flute smoothly. When I come to the nest, I will go to the pavilion next year.

Volume 37_2 Dianthus Ode to Wang Ji

The luxuriant green branches are blooming, and the red flowers are hanging down. They are often afraid of zero dew falling and cannot survive.

Sighing and thinking about myself, how can I love you in this life? Before I was born, who made me cute?

Throw it away and don’t re-expose it. It’s no surprise if you leave it behind.

Volume 37_3 Three Poems of the Tian Family (One by Wang Bo) Wang Ji

Ruan Ji had a lazy life, and Ji Kang had a lack of energy. When they met, they were drunk and satiated, sitting alone and writing calligraphy.

The small pond chats about raising cranes, and the fields are idle and shepherds pigs. The grass grows bright paths, and the flowers live in the dark clouds.

Leaning on the bed and watching the woman weave, I went to the ridge to do the hoeing work. Looking back for fairy tales is nothing.

My family lives at the foot of Jishan Mountain, with my door pillow on the shore of Yingchuan River. There is no Han today, but we can only avoid Qin in the past.

The piano accompanies the moon in the front garden, and the wine brings spring in the back garden. If you are proud of being a Linshi, how can you become an emperor?

In my life I only want to drink and have fun, I cannot live without my nature. Visiting the countryside from day to day, sending people to have a meal every night.

A poor family keeps guests for a long time, and has no time to talk about fine things. Pull out the curtain and hold the torch, pull out the basket to light the stove.

I always heard that there was not enough water, so why did I see a broken pot?

Volume 37_4 A gift to Li Zhengjun for his long life and great achievements

Kong Chun resigned from the cavalry, and Lu Chang thanked Zhonglang. Go to the emperor with a scarf, and use the staff to go to the official office.

Return the car to Zhaojun and take a boat to Wuchang. The nine petitions are not over yet, and the reputation of the ten is even more outstanding.

The vice-jun welcomes Qi Ji, and the emperor sends Yan Guang. The secluded path in Baling is close, and the hidden path in Fengxi is long.

Weaving canopies returns to the studio, and weaving grass makes clothes more fashionable. There was a woodcutter office in Kuaiji and a medicine shop in Lanling.

Reading books is moral, and teaching is about stopping farming. There is no such thing as a romantic couple, the origin is King Gao Rang.

The year before last, I resigned from my hometown. This year I returned to my cold hometown. There are books on the stone shelves, and there is no felt to sit on the earthen bed.

The orchids are still enough to make wine, but the bamboos have no grain at all. The pines in the stream turn straight from the cold, and the mountain chrysanthemums are fragrant in autumn.

Guan Ning saves the rituals, and Wang Ba pays attention to the imperial seal. We go with each other, we are proud of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Volume 37_5 Wang Ji's Chronicles in the Mountains

What is there outside, there is nothing in the mountains. The wind sings in the quiet night, and the moon shines on the fragrant spring wine.

If it is placed directly within a hundred years, who can tell after a thousand years. Zhang Fengping is a virtuous wife, and the old lady lends her a lovely wife.

Meng Guangtuan was unmarried, while Liang Hongzheng was a widower.