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The meaning of the poem thx~~
Su Shi (1037-1101), whose courtesy name was Zizhan, whose name was Hezhong, and whose name was Dong. Po Jushi was born in Meishan, Meizhou (now Meishan County, Sichuan). His poems, lyrics, poems, and prose are all of high achievement. He is also good at calligraphy and painting. He is a rare all-rounder in the history of Chinese literature. His prose and Ouyang Xiu are also called Ou Su; his poetry and Huang Tingjian are called Su Huang; his poetry and Xin Qiji are called Su Xin; his calligraphy is listed among the four major calligraphers of the Northern Song Dynasty: "Su, Huang, Mi, and Cai[1]"; his paintings Su Shi's calligraphy work "Han Shi Tie" [edit] created the style of the Huzhou School of Painting. His writing style is unbridled and clear, and he once said in "A Letter of Thanks to the Civil Teachers": "The outline is like flowing clouds and flowing water. It has no definite quality at first, but when it works, Always stop at what you have to do and stop at what you must do.” His poems are fresh and bold, and he is good at using exaggerated metaphors. Huangzhou poetry is the wonder of Su poetry; Huangzhou poetry is the peak of Su poetry; "Chibi Fu" is its pinnacle. [edit] Poetry style There are about 4,000 poems in existence [source request]. The content of his poems is broad and the styles are diverse, but the main ones are bold and unrestrained. The poems that express feelings about life and sing about natural scenery have the greatest impact on future generations. It shows the characteristics of Song poetry that emphasizes theory and interest and is open to discussion. "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake" (The clear water is better when the water is bright, and the mountains are also strange when they are empty and rainy. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always suitable to wear light makeup and heavy makeup.) In March of the late spring of the fourth year of Yuanfeng, Dongpo wrote "Huangzhou Cold Food Poems". This post is composed of two ancient five-character poems. The poems are melancholy and vigorous, with deep sighs and are very contagious. His calligraphy is powerful and majestic, and has a great influence on the history of calligraphy. Later generations were praised as "the third running script in the world" after "Lanting Preface" and "Manuscript of Memorial to My Nephew". Huang Tingjian wrote a postscript after this post: "Dongpo's poem is similar to that of Li Taibai, but I am afraid that Taibai may not be everywhere. This book combines the writing styles of Yan Lugong, Yang Shaoshi, and Li Xitai. Trying to reproduce it from Dongpo may not be as good as this. It will be the same in the future." When Dongpo saw this book, he should laugh at me for calling him a saint in a place where there is no Buddha. "[edit] There are more than 340 poems in this style, which break through the narrow themes of love and separation between men and women, and have broad social content. . It occupies a special position in the history of Chinese poetry. The spirit of the poetry innovation movement of the Northern Song Dynasty was expanded to the field of Ci, sweeping away the traditional Ci style since the late Tang and Five Dynasties, and creating the Bold Ci School that stood side by side with the Graceful School. It had a great influence on future generations, expanded the subject matter of Ci, and enriched the Ci style. It understood the artistic conception of Ci, broke through the boundaries of poetry in Shizhuang, and made a significant contribution to the innovation and development of Ci. "Nian Nujiao·Chibi Nostalgia" and "Shui Diao Ge Tou·Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival" are widely recited. [edit] Calligraphy: He is good at running script and regular script. He adopts the styles of Li Yong, Xu Hao, Yan Zhenqing and Yang Ning, and is able to create his own ideas. The writing style is plump and full of ups and downs, giving it an innocent and lively feel. Together with Cai Xiang (originally Cai Jing), Huang Tingjian, and Mi Fu, they are known as the "Four Families of the Song Dynasty". [edit] Painting style: He is able to draw bamboos and is a scholar of literature. He also likes to paint dead trees and strange rocks. When discussing painting, he advocates "spiritual resemblance" and believes that "when discussing painting, it is similar to children in appearance." [Editor] His works and poems include "Seven Collections of Dongpo" and so on. Existing handwritings include "Essays and Posts in Appreciation to Civil Teachers", "Ji Dao Wen in Honor of Huang", "Ode to the Former Chibi", "Poems and Posts on Cold Food in Huangzhou", "Inscriptions on the West Forest Wall", "Drinking the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake", etc. His paintings include "Pictures of Dead Trees and Strange Rocks", "Pictures of Bamboos and Stones", etc. In addition, the modern "Su Chen Liang Prescription" is based on Shen Kuo's "Liang Prescription" and adds Su Shi's miscellaneous medical treatises. [Editor] Evaluation writer Li Ao commented that although Su Shi was a master, "but his ideological level was only that of a super literati. His highest level was limited to "Red Cliff Ode" and did not have the delicacy and depth of a thinker. He also mixed Buddhism, Taoism and Folk superstitions, such as praying for rain and making elixirs, appear to be at a low level. His political views are particularly old-school, much worse than Wang Anshi's. It is true that "you only learn enough to know it, but you don't see the way." Qian Mu, a master of Chinese traditional culture, said: "The greatness of Su Dongpo's poetry is because he has never been politically proud in his life. He has been down and out all his life, and the twists and turns can be seen in his poems. However, Su Dongpo's Confucianism level is not high, but in his difficult environment Among them, his personality was great, like his poems in Huangzhou and later in Huizhou and Qiongzhou. However, once he got comfortable, he was not good at it, and his poetry was sometimes unconventional. The strengths of Dongpo's poems. , In terms of pride and leisure, his tranquility is not as good as that of Wang Mojie, and his loyalty is not as good as that of Du Gongbu.
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Nian Nujiao (1) The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone, and the romantic figures of the ages. Therefore, the human road to the west of the fortress is Chibi, the Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks flew through the air, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow rolled up. The country is picturesque, how many heroes are there at one time! Thinking back to Gong Jin's time: Xiao Qiao was married for the first time, looking majestic and handsome. Feather fan and silk scarf, talking and laughing. The rafts and oars were reduced to ashes and smoke. My motherland wanders in my mind, and my affection should be laughed at. I will have long hair. The world is like a dream, a bottle can bring back the moon on the river! Nian Nu Jiao (2) Looking far into the distance from a high place, you can see that there are no traces of clouds in the sky. The osmanthus flies in, and where the light shines, the autumn green is soaked in the cold for a day. Yuyu Qionglou, riding a luan to and fro, people are in Qingliang country. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the smoke and trees are visible in the distance. I drunkenly clapped my hands and sang wildly, raised my glass to the moon, and looked at each other as three guests. Dancing and wandering under the wind and dew, I don’t know what night it is tonight! He wanted to ride on the wind, but he turned over and returned. There was no use riding on the wings of a roc. In the Crystal Palace, a flute broke. Butterfly love flowers are red, green and apricot small. When swallows fly, green water surrounds people. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches. Where in the world is there no fragrant grass? There is a swing inside the wall and a path outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful women smiling inside the wall. The laughter gradually disappeared. Passionate but annoyed by ruthlessness. Shui Diao Song Tou When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings. It's too cold at high places. Dance and clear the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world! Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There should be no hatred. Why should things turn to other times? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times. Congratulations to the bridegroom, and the milk swallows fly into the mansion. Quiet and uninhabited, Tongyin turns to noon, and the evening cool takes a new bath. The raw silk and white round fan is made in the hand, and the fan hand looks like jade for a moment. Gradually sleepy and lean, sleep alone and become mature. Who comes outside the curtain to promote the embroidery household, it is in vain to teach people the dream of Yaotai. But again, the wind knocked against the bamboo. The pomegranate half spits out the red scarf and frowns. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. If you look carefully at a branch of beautiful flowers, your heart will be as heavy as a bundle. And I'm afraid I'll be frightened by the autumn wind. If I wait for you to come here, I can't bear to touch the wine in front of the flowers. ***Pink tears, two rustles. Jiang Chengzi (1) I was chatting like a teenager, holding the yellow on the left and the blue on the right. Brocade hats and mink fur coats, thousands of cavalry rolling around Pinggang. In order to repay Qingcheng, he followed the prefect, shot tigers himself, and watched Sun Lang. It doesn't matter if you're drunk, your chest is still open, and your temples are slightly frosted! In the cloud of holding the knot, when will Feng Tang be sent? He can hold the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf. Jiang Chengzi (2) Ten years of life and death. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines. Jiang Chengzi: Farewell to Xuzhou. Wandering at the end of the world, I have endless thoughts. We meet again, but in a hurry. Hand in hand with the beautiful woman, and the tears are broken and the red remains. To ask what the east wind is like, even if spring is here, who will it be with? In the third month of the Sui Dynasty, the water melted in the dike, and I returned to Wuzhong on my back. Looking back at Pengcheng, who did Qingsi communicate with? I want to send thousands of tears of lovesickness, but they cannot be shed, Chu Jiangdong. Jiangchengzi? Phoenix Mountain Phoenix Mountain is clearing up after the rain, the water and wind are clear, the sunset is bright, and a hibiscus is still blooming. Where are the two egrets flying, admiring Pingting as you wish. Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river, expressing their sorrow and emotion. Who should I send to listen? The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised. I want to wait until the end of the song to ask and retrieve it, but when no one is seen, the peaks are green. The title of the West Forest Wall is seen as a ridge on the side and a peak on the side, with different heights near and far. I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain. The sand in the Huanxi River is smeared with red makeup to look at the envoy. The young and old support the wheat harvesting community, the black kites fly and dance in the Sai Shen Village, and the drunken old man lies down at dusk. The river is full of red. From the west of Jianghan, under the tall buildings, the grapes are deep green. Still have it: Min'e snow waves, Jinjiang spring scenery. You are the beloved guardian of Nanshan, and I am a returning guest who misses you outside the sword. How can the scenery here be ruthless? Yin Qin said. "Jiang Biao Zhuan", I will stop reading it; it is a pity for a crazy virgin. The empty island is deserted to the parrots and reed flowers. The scholar who laughs alone is arguing about the bottom of things, Cao Gong and Huang Zu are both confused. I would like to envoy you to write poems about banishing immortals and follow "Yellow Crane". The water dragon sings like a flower or not like a flower, and no one cares to follow the teacher and leave his home on the road. Thinking is ruthless and thoughtful. The lingering damage to the soft intestines makes the delicate eyes want to open but also close. The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, and is called by the oriole again. I don’t hate that these flowers have all flown away, I hate that the red flowers in the West Garden are difficult to decorate, and it rains after dawn.
Where are the traces? A pool of broken apples. There are three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust and one part of running water. A closer look shows that it is not true, the poplar flowers are dotted with tears from Li Ren. Yong Yu Le: The moon is as bright as frost, the wind is as good as water, and the scenery is infinite. Fish are jumping in Qugang, lotuses are pouring out dew, and there is no one to see the loneliness. The sound is like three drums, one leaf is sonorous, and the dark dreamy clouds are startled. The night is vast, and I am looking for nowhere again. I feel like I have been walking around the small garden. A tired traveler from the end of the world, returning to the mountains, looking past his hometown. The Swallow Tower is empty, where is the beauty? The swallow in the empty locked building. The past and present are like dreams, never dreamed, but there are old joys and new resentments. At the same time, Yu Hao sighed at the night view of Huanglou. Xing Xiangzi joins hands in Jiangcun, and the plum snow falls on the skirt. There is no limit to love, ecstasy is everywhere. Old friends are gone and old songs are heard again. Head towards Wangyue Tower, Gushan Temple, and Yongjinmen. Wherever he goes, he writes thousands of poems, embroiders his shirts, and brushes the red dust. Don't come here to remember me. Do you know who he is? There is the moon in the lake, willows by the river, and clouds over the long head. Eight Sounds Ganzhou The sentimental wind brings the tide thousands of miles away, and the ruthless tide sends it back. Ask how many times the sun shines at Xixing Pukou on the Qiantang River? There is no need to think about the present and the past, and look down on the mistakes of the past. Who is like old Dongpo: his head is old and he forgets his machine. Remember the benefits of Zhengchun Mountain on the west bank of West Lake. The green mist in the sky is a compliment to poets. If you and I are not close together, I will make an appointment to return to the east coast next year. I hope that Xie Gongya will not violate his ambitions. On Xizhou Road, he should not look back to wet his clothes for me. Linjiang Immortal After drinking at Dongpo at night, I woke up drunk and returned as if it was midnight. The boy's breath is thundering, and he doesn't answer the door. He leans on his stick and listens to the sound of the river. I always regret that this body is not mine, when will I forget Yingying? The wind is quiet at night, the grain of the valley is flat, the boat has passed away, and the rivers and seas have left me with the rest of my life. Donglan Pear Blossom The pear blossoms are pale white and the willows are deep green. When the catkins fly, the city is filled with flowers. A single snow plant in the melancholy east column makes life so clear.
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