Su Shi (1037 65438+10.8-18.24), also known as Zhonghezhong, Dongpo lay man, Meishan, Meizhou (now Meishan, Sichuan), was a literary master in China's Northern Song Dynasty, "eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties. His poetry, ci, fu and prose all have high achievements, and he is good at calligraphy and painting. He is a rare all-rounder in the history of literature and art in China, and he is also recognized as one of the most outstanding literary and artistic attainments in the history of China for thousands of years. His prose and Ouyang Xiu are called Ou Su; Poetry and Huang Tingjian are called Su Huang and Lu You is called Sulu. Ci and Xin Qiji are collectively called Su Xin; His paintings started the Huzhou School of Painting. There are more than 3,900 existing poems, among which the representative works are Mid-Autumn Festival, Nian Nu Jiao, Nostalgia on Red Cliff and Fu on Red Cliff.
? Su Shi was a literary leader in the middle period and made great achievements in poetry, prose, calligraphy and painting. His prose is arbitrary, and his poems have a wide range of themes, fresh and vigorous, and he is good at using exaggerated metaphors and has a unique style. Also known as "Su Huang" with Huang Tingjian. Xin Qiji and Xin Qiji are both representatives of the uninhibited school, also known as "Su Xin". His prose works are rich and unrestrained, and he is one of the eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties. Su Shi is also good at reading. He is one of Song Sijia. Good at ink bamboo, strange stones and dead wood. There are Seven Episodes of Dongpo, Dongpo Yi Zhuan, Dongpo Yuefu and so on.
? Su Shi in the poet's heart
The incisive evaluation of Su Shi by celebrities in past dynasties;
Huang Tingjian: People say that Dongpo wrote this article because it is difficult to see coincidence, so it is extremely hard. I don't think so. He was older than the article, so he wrote. The article is wonderful in the world, and loyalty runs through the sun and the moon.
Su zhe: it is in people, calling it good, if it is not as good as fear; If you don't look well, you will be afraid; Do the right thing bravely, no matter how harmful it is. I am trapped in the world of this number, but I don't hate it.
Huang Jinxiang: "Dongpo is a famous satellite that shines on the world."
Chao Wuxia: Su Dongpo's ci, people say there are many discordant rhythms. However, the vulgar words are outstanding, and naturally they can't draw in the song.
Zhao Shen: Sincere words and suggestions, a great festival in court, courtiers are second to none.
Liu Chenweng: From Ci to Dongpo, they are all aboveboard. They like poetry, prose and wonders of heaven and earth.
Wang Shizhen: Since the Han and Wei Dynasties, many people have become famous for their poems for more than two thousand years. Only Cao Zijian, Li Taibai and Su Zizhan are immortal.
Wang Guowei: Compared with the Tang poetry, the Song poetry is as white as Dongpo, as rubbing parsley, and as happy as Qiqing, and Fang Hui is as reasonable as ten sons.
? On Su Shi's Outlook on Life
? "Jiangshan is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time." Su Dongpo's Niannujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia seems to be a bronze door. I pushed through the door and seemed to see Su Shi standing on the other side of the void of time and space, smiling at me.
A poem "Nian Nujiao" pushed the art of wild poetry to the peak. Su Shi traveled to Chibi, leaving two famous sentences with homesickness. Reading Fu on the Red Wall, I can't help reading the sentence "Sighing that life is only a moment". What kind of scene should be presented to Dongpo at that time, so that the feeling came from the clues that have been running through the ages for thousands of years, stopped in front of me and touched thousands of literati in Qian Qian since ancient times. The flying geese in Fu Bi in Houchi not only entered Su Shi's dream, but also made me nervous. If it weren't for Su Dongpo, how could the geese flying north be immortalized? Su Shi is good at writing and sentimental.
Su Shi thousands of years ago, as long as he was wild and unrestrained, he would not lose my heart. You can't be ignorant of the sad and painful "Jiangchengzi". "Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I will walk thousands of miles in the grave alone. Nowhere is it sad. " This affectionate eulogy was written by Dongpo for his dead wife Wang Fu. That pen depicts "flying stones flying through the air, hitting the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow", and it describes the action between the eyebrows of the old man, so deep into the bone marrow. Look at the song "Xiao Xuan Window, Dress and Dress" and the song "Only a thousand lines of tears are left", both of which are lingering pain and sadness. The majestic wind blew through the barren hills and the place where Wang Fu was buried. You can hear Su Shi recite the sentence in sobs, "It is expected that the heartbroken place will break every year, and the moon will be short in Songshan."
In Su Shi's life, Wutai Poetry Case is the turning point of his increasingly depressed mental journey and deteriorating literary skill. Huangzhou, a desolate city, imprisoned Su Shi's body, but not his god. He compared himself to a lonely Peng, flying over the branches of a buttonwood tree, sad and resentful. "Who saw you alone?" Dongpo is not worried or annoyed. He is willing to be a lonely person, alone. "lonely sandbar is cold." He does not climb high, nor does he have power. Integrity made him refuse to choose wood life. Hanging a comb tree without a moon and his court is as empty as water; "The moonlight shines in the pine forest", and he puts the wine in the breeze. With the breeze on the promenade running through the spring and autumn, Su Shi was depressed and talked enough.
Su Shi, an ancient scholar, was deeply affectionate and noble. After a thousand years, I know him, and I am infatuated with his pen. Even after reading countless articles, Su Dongpo's position in my heart is irreplaceable.
Dear Su Shi:
China's 5,000-year history is endless, just like eternal life in the vast universe. When it flows through your body, Dongpo Zhi Lin's leisure and heroism add a heroic stroke to it. This light and heavy stroke hides too much drifting, leaving only an optimistic and eternal image.
You were born in Meishan, and you are famous all over the world. Your understanding of history and bold inferences make Mr. Ouyang feel terrible and make your article stand out from the crowd.
Beginners in official career, call a spade a spade. The story of Ling Xutai witnessed your openness and openness. The Biography of Chen Gongbi bears your regret for the past. As a teenager, you are calm, proud and self-loathing under the impartial education of Chen Taishou. The exclusion of the imperial court makes you helpless, and the struggle of cronies makes you disgusted. So you wrote to ask to stay away from the court. You have been to Hangzhou, where the mountains are strange even if it rains. The sparkling water sweeps away the discomfort in your heart, and the light makeup also makes you linger. Looking at the calm moon, I can't help feeling that "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine." As you wish, An Shi was reformed and raped. From the prodigy in the imperial examination room to the lonely criminal officer in exile, you not only endured this huge gap, but also showed a natural and unrestrained demeanor in farming. The word "Dongpo" has become an eternal synonym for you and an eternal topic of human culture. You take pleasure in suffering, face the river, and your thoughts flow through Qian Shan, not bound by the times. Your three poems on Red Cliff are magnificent and magnificent. Is it pessimism that blames others, or optimism that is free and easy? Everything, you have really detached from this world. You made a comeback and achieved another career peak. Whether you are the emperor's teacher or drafting the imperial edict, you are indifferent and arrogant. But the good times passed, and after many twists and turns, you were exiled to the south, but you still said, "this is my home." After three years in Qiongzhou, you have finished.
Looking back on life, you have experienced the ups and downs of your career. You, Su Dongpo, have transcended all distractions, and the literature brewing on you has become a superstar, a dazzling star in China's literary world throughout the ages. When I read your poems, I saw that you are an uninhibited literary generalist. From your detached and optimistic review, I know that you have found a long way home.
I am here to convey
welcome