Collection of 30-Plus Poems Written by Xiaoren on 7.18 — Is Bantering a Problem?

Dragon seed and flea — one test and you'll know — once wine-full and rice-full — here they come to bother again

Ascending the hall: Airs, Elegantiae, Hymns — under the covers: Jin Ping Mei — Confucius the Second's descendants are thriving — always occupying the high platform

Fighting tigers with your brothers — looking east, looking west — seeing clouds that bear no rain — another push upward

The four great elements combine by chance — following karma, each goes east or west — the tide comes, spring waters rush — unaware they've already crossed the dyke

Xiaoren asks the moderator — which words cannot be uttered — in the grand mansion with deep gates — what kind of tree should be planted — if one plants wrong — will one be reported to the authorities
My ears have been hard of hearing all my life — can't hear the drum before the hall — blind and cannot see — the rules and squares on the pillars — I only feel the road ahead is dark — as if there are knives and axes
In short, for us common folk — left or right, it's all suffering

Colors and claws — all spoken for the blind — one should speak in one's native tongue — slavishly copying the ancients is mere parrotry

Xiaoren doesn't even understand — who he himself is — whoever claims to know you — don't pretend to be a prophet

I've been provoking all along — how can you not know? — Coming and going stark naked — disguises have always been few
When the mind gives rise to demons, demons arise of themselves — when will it ever end? — Looking ahead at the road to the Yellow Springs — how many seconds remain?

When feelings come, excitement rises of itself — in the end it won't fizzle out — old white-haired men of the world — how is that matter ever any less?
Just afraid of having one eye — that only sees the surface — in the end, dream upon dream — a thousand lifetimes still plagued with worries

Heaven and earth are clean everywhere — where does filth come from? — All things are equal without difference — only the mediocre cling to love
The lotus boat is empty and void — it can carry anything — recognize the treasure within your robe — don't be obstructed by words

Discussing matters without being stuck on the matter — yes is still yes — stuck on the matter without discussing it — just treat it as a game
The lofty pavilion doesn't find itself filthy — the latrine doesn't pinch its nose — heaven and earth are spacious everywhere — where can one not sleep?

Don't cling to even a single word — who cares about A B C — when mind is empty, the scene is empty of itself — who keeps getting G'd?

Without spear and without head — the mediocre oppose themselves — heaven and earth are but floating bubbles — nobody is worthy

Under the First Emperor's blade, tens of thousands of corpses — Li Si carved inscriptions on stone — it's just that the book-burning was too soft-hearted — later generations of the poetry forum surpassed their predecessors

Under the First Emperor's blade, a ghost — on the internet, a person beside the axe — don't blame it on the red dust within — there are so many ass-kissing ministers nowadays

Invited to leave, then invited back — though it's no golden terrace — only fear there's a ghost at the door — not letting anyone in

The four great elements are empty, empty — have something to say, just write — the twenty-first century — how can there still be widows?

The Human King and the Demon King — who among them lacks logic? — Why must one always be right? — Nobody is going to get worked up over you

The Human King and the Demon King — who among them doesn't serve the people? — It's just that when it's time to pay the bill — they want copper and they want silver

The character for "official" has two mouths — always making up stories — no wonder the reports are full of — nothing but fake numbers

Warning after warning — handing out big hats at the sight of a head — no one is worth cursing — not even a bandit

The magistrate can burn all he wants — but the commoners can't even light a candle? — if you want to point out others' faults — you yourself must first be capable

Open schemes and hidden schemes — no reasons needed — as long as the officials have mouths — the Yellow River can flow westward

Old madams and old madams — as long as they get together — don't step outside this door — pound the rice to your hearts' content

Thanking with mouth and thanking with heart — the bond forever free of fraud — this plot of land before the door — next year its price will rise

A wax-tipped spear needs to see fire — it's not just a silver-plated look — the latest high technology — no need to load the chamber

Moderator and Xiaoren — naturally quite different — the moderator wears a feathered cap — Xiaoren doesn't have a copper coin

Hands err but the heart does not — foolish the person, more foolish the love — next year when flowers send their word — together we'll plant bamboo branches

Games in the mirror raise dust indeed — why take everything so seriously? — the snow-print remains briefly, the wild goose long gone — don't look at phantom shadows and add needless anger

Pick up the brush and stand a thousand words — why need a draft in the belly? — poetry is also prose — don't draw a circle and imprison yourself

The prophet dies before his time — a hundred generations leave their branches — fooling people and fooling ghosts — everywhere playing at miracles

Forced to change one's name — why are heaven and earth so blind? — smash the sun and moon to pieces — and heaven and earth will find their own peace