Hate is worth two hectares of Guo Tian, ????with five carts of running scripts. The green mountains on the river stretch across the cliffs, and snakes creep along the narrow paths between the clouds. The darkness of the chicken's number leads to wild things, (the barbarians call the rhinoceros the darkness.) The bees are buzzing with Coptis chinensis flowers to collect nectar. *** It is strange that the guests leaving from Henan should not go thousands of miles to Changsha. (Qiao was informed by Prime Minister Wu, and the customs of Shizhou are similar to those of Changsha.) ——Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Send Qiao to Shizhou" Sending Qiao to Shizhou I regretted that there were two hectares of Guo Tian, ????and five carts of running script.
The green mountains on the river stretch across the cliffs, and snakes creep along the thin paths between the clouds.
The darkness of the chicken number leads to barbarism, (the barbarian people call the rhino the darkness.
) The bees are buzzing with Coptis chinensis flowers to collect nectar.
***It is strange that the guests leaving Henan should not go thousands of miles to Changsha.
(Qiao was informed by Prime Minister Wu, and the customs of Shizhou are similar to Changsha.
) Su Shi (1037-1101), a writer, calligrapher, painter, and gourmet in the Northern Song Dynasty. His courtesy name is Zizhan and his nickname is Dongpo Jushi. Han nationality, Sichuan native, buried in Yingchang (now Jiaxian County, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province). His official career was bumpy throughout his life, but he was knowledgeable, extremely talented, and excellent in poetry, calligraphy, and painting. His writing is unbridled, clear and fluent. Together with Ouyang Xiu, he is called Ou Su, and he is one of the "Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties". His poetry is fresh and vigorous, good at using exaggeration and metaphor, and his artistic expression is unique. He is also called Su Huang together with Huang Tingjian. He started a bold and unrestrained school and had a huge influence on later generations. Together with Xin Qiji, he was called Su Xin. He was good at calligraphy in running script and regular script. He was able to create his own ideas. His pen was rich and ups and downs, and he had an innocent taste. He was called Song Dynasty together with Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu and Cai Xiang. The four schools have the same painting studies and literature, advocate spiritual similarity in painting, and advocate "scholar painting". He is the author of "The Complete Works of Su Dongpo" and "Su Dongpo Yuefu".
Su Shi The plum rain in Wuzhong has passed, and there is a rustling breeze. It is like this every year. Lakers call it the strong wind. It was the first time that the ship returned from the sea, and the wind came from the sea with the ship. The plum rain has passed in the thirties, and the first wave of wind has arrived from thousands of miles away. I wandered back to the mountain tunes in several places, and for a while I sailed all over the east of the Yangtze River. The autumn leaves are rustling in the air, waking up the sleepy old man. I want to compose the poem "Lantai Kuaizai", but I find it too hard to ask the male and female separately. ——Su Shi, Song Dynasty, "BoAA19 Wind (and quoted.)"
BoAA19 Wind (Boned and cited.) The plum rain in Wuzhong has passed, and there is a refreshing breeze. It is like this every year. Lakers call it "BoAA19 Wind". wind.
It was the first time that the ship returned from the sea, and the wind came from the sea to the ship with it.
The plum rain has passed in the thirties, and the first wave of wind has arrived from thousands of miles away.
A few places lingering on the mountain tunes, and the whole river east of the Yangtze River was clear for a while.
The autumn leaves are rustling in the air, waking up the sleepy old man.
I want to compose the poem "Lantai Kuaizai", but I feel uncomfortable asking the male and female separately. Last night the rain rumbled in the canal, and at dawn the wind hit the moon. It feels like autumn, and the stream is clear enough to sip. Thirty miles around the city, everything is beautiful. Pu Lian is as vast as the sea, and every now and then I see a leaf on the boat. This place is really secluded from the world, with low green eyes and white hair. When we meet and want to ask each other, the gulls have disappeared. What does the breeze determine? It's so cute that it's indescribable. He behaves like a gentleman, and the grass and trees are praised. I have nothing to do, and my boat is leaning sideways. In the middle of the stream, one leans forward and welcomes the wind. The toast belongs to the vastness, and it is ruthless to enjoy it. Returning between the two streams, the clouds and water are clear at night. The sweet potato water is like the Han River, with green scales and green duck heads. Wuxing defeated Xiangyang, and thousands of tiles were floating in the sky. I am not Uncle Sheep, so I am ashamed of this Xianshan Pavilion. Sadness means the same thing, the years are like shooting stars. I have two princes, Gao Hong inserted Xiu Ling. Zhan generation has no morals, he should imprint himself with virtue. The officials and the people take pity on me for being lazy, and the days of lawsuits are few and far between. It can be used to drink for nothing, and it can be used to stay up late at night. I will look for Fei Yingyou again and use up this inch of sunshine. The sound of bells ringing and footsteps gathered together, turning the clouds and mountains upside down. I came at no time, and the staff pushed itself open. Don't be a fool to look at it, it may look like something on the outside but something is wrong inside. ——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty "Going around the city with Wang Lang Kunzhong and his son Mai to watch the lotus flowers and climbing to the Xianshan Pavilion and entering at night"
Going around the city with Wang Lang Kunzhong and his son Mai to watch the lotus flowers and climbing to the Xiashan Pavilion and entering at night
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Su Shi of the Song Dynasty Read more ∨ The rain roared in the canal last night, and the wind hit the moon at dawn.
Xiao Ran feels like autumn, and the stream is clear enough to sip.
Thirty miles around the city, everything is beautiful.
Pu Lian is as vast as the sea, and every now and then I see a leaf on the boat.
This place is really secluded from the world, with low green hair and white hair.
When we meet, we want to ask each other, but the gulls have disappeared.
What does the breeze determine? It is so cute that it cannot be named.
Wherever you go, you are like a gentleman, and the grass and trees are praised.
I have nothing to do, and my boat is drifting sideways.
The middle flow is self-reliant, suitable for facing the wind.
Toasting a glass belongs to the vastness, and I enjoy this two ruthless things.
Returning between the two streams, the clouds and water are clear at night.
The sweet potato water is like the Han River, with green scales and green duck heads.
Wuxing defeated Xiangyang, and thousands of tiles were floating in the sky.
I am not Uncle Sheep, and I am ashamed of this Xianshan Pavilion.
Sadness has the same meaning, and the years are like shooting stars.
I have two princes, Gao Hong inserts Xiuling.
Zhan generation has no morals, he should inscribe himself with virtue.
The officials and the people pity me for being lazy, and the days of lawsuits have become rare.
It can be used to drink for nothing, and it can be used to stay up late at night.
Looking for Fei Yingyou again, using up every inch of sunshine.
The sounds of bells and bells ringing, turning the clouds upside down.
I am here at no time, and the stick is pushing itself open.
Don’t act like a judge, because what looks like something on the outside is actually something different. ▲ Under the heather tree behind Zhonghe Hall, I sit across the bed from you and listen to the rain at night. Yu Sheng complained sadly that he didn't see anyone, but only saw wisps of cigarette smoke. I chanted and thought about how to get back home, thinking about what crickets were saying in an empty room. In the Ming Dynasty, the locks were unlocked and people watched the tide, and their pride was competing with the tide. You don't look at the moving silver mountains, but you only love the fragrance and the snow and mist. Don't come here to gather and disperse like they have been in the past. The city is empty and the cranes fly away. Everything in my old man's world is over, and you have also washed your mind and worshiped the Buddha. The scent of the hand is newly written about the view of the Dharma Realm, and the pure eyes do not look down on the female Tenga. How can there be an ancient county in Yuyao? Longjing Baiquan is sweeter than milk. Buying out Gu Zhuchun with a thousand gold is like making a bet with the Yue people. ——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty "Send off Liu Sicheng to Yuyao"
Send Liu Sicheng to Yuyao
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty Read more ∨ Behind the Zhonghe Hall Heather tree, facing the bed with you listening to the rain at night.
Yu Sheng lamented that he didn’t meet anyone, but he saw wisps of cigarette smoke.
I have no idea what to do when I return home, and I sit and think about what crickets say in an empty room.
In the Ming Dynasty, the locks were unlocked and people watched the tide, and their pride was competing with the tide.
You don’t see the silver mountains moving, but you only love the fragrance and the snow and mist.
Don't come here to gather and disperse like in the past, the city is empty and the cranes fly away.
My old man, everything will be over in this world, and you will also wash your mind and worship the Buddha.
The hand is fragrant and the new view of the Dharma world is written, and the eyes are pure and do not look down on the female Tenga.
How can there be an ancient county in Yuyao? The white spring in Longjing is sweeter than milk.
Buying out Gu Zhuchun with a thousand gold is like making a bet with the Yue people. ▲