Poems about the blind

Year: Tang Author: Meng Jiao

It is better to be blind than to see the face of the son of heaven. Jia Sheng is still sad for Wendi all day.

The master was blind, too, so he cried in vain. Sometimes being a vassal is like dreaming.

I dreamed that I was a vassal, but after I felt it, the dust really settled. Tokyo is not as rich as it looks,

Xijing is blind and poor. There are no eyes and ear walls. When you smell a car, you will stumble.

The rattle of cars resounded through Kethleen, and the altars in the southern suburbs were full of worship. After Ximing Temple, Zhang Taizhu was poor and blind.

If you have eyes, you will be precious. It is better to close your eyes than to see the son of heaven close at hand.