Best Poem of Qiao Ji

In the hills among trees,
Hut of thatch secluded and fine.
Faded green pines, bright green of bamboos
Fit for a painting;
Three or four homes near the misty village.
The soaring dream pursued falling flowers,
For the taste of the world was like a chewed candle.
This man need only bear his own whitened . . .
Read the full of Leisure
Never counted among the dragons,
Never entered the lists of greats.
Always the wine sage,
Everywhere the verse seer. . . .
Read the full of Myself