Poems of Song Dynasty poets

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

The misty red makeup shines on the shallow stream. Thin clouds and sparse rain will not turn into mud. Where can I send you to ancient Taixi?

The waste marsh is full of autumn water at night, and the evening warbler is singing deep in the lush forest. Pedestrians are heartbroken and desolate.

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). He had a bumpy official career throughout his life, but he was knowledgeable and talented. He was 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 could 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".

Red lips

Song Dynasty: Shi Hao

In the green garden, fire clouds bloomed in the south. The moon is beyond the sky. The night is as cold as water.

Kuang Youqingge advised me to respect the floating ants. Fight to get drunk. In the midst of thousands of flowers. A pillow of sleep.

Yellow bean leaves

Song Dynasty: Chen Ke

The people on the swings dispersed in the small courtyard. The cold lamp of musk deer kills Nong in despair. Unique style of leisurely steps and two sleeves. The moon is hazy. A pear tree in the drizzle.

Magpie Bridge Fairy (the night after the Beginning of Autumn)

Song Dynasty: Zhang Fan

The summer clouds are still there, the clear sky is about to change, and they wander around the court at night. I know that the new autumn came last night, and the waning moon of love is falling in the west.

Bajiao boss, the fireflies are fading and tired, quietly observing the will of God. The breeze is not even cold at all, so I hope you will sleep well tonight.