Linjiang Xianxin is not far away from Hangzhou, saying goodbye to Zhang Bi's original text _ appreciation of translation

I advise you to go home and never forget yourself. The heart of dust disappears and the heart is calm. Jiangnan and Saibei, where is it unbearable? It's really too much for me to marry Nan Rong. I hope to hear wuyue's report. If the king asks, the king will tie the socks. -Su Songshi's "Linjiang Xianxin didn't run away from Hangzhou, don't Zhang Bi catch the road" Linjiang Xianxin didn't run away from Hangzhou, don't Zhang Bi catch the road, I advise you to go home, don't forget yourself. The heart of dust disappears and the heart is calm. Jiangnan and Saibei, where is it unbearable? It's really too much for me to marry Nan Rong. I hope to hear wuyue's report. If the king asks, the king will tie the socks. Su Shi (1037-1101) was a writer, painter and gourmet in the Northern Song Dynasty. Zi yue Zhan, no Dongpo lay man. Han nationality, Sichuanese, was buried in Yingchang (now Jiaxian County, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province). I have a bumpy career, profound knowledge, extremely high talent and excellent poetry, calligraphy and painting. His writing style, Wang Yang, is unrestrained and fluent, and he is also called Ou Su with Ouyang Xiu, one of the "Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties"; Poetry is fresh and vigorous, making good use of exaggeration and metaphor, and its artistic expression is unique. Together with Huang Tingjian, they are called Su Huang. The uninhibited school has a great influence on later generations, and it is called Su Xin with Xin Qiji. Calligraphy is good at running script and regular script, and it can be innovative. Writing with a pen is ups and downs, full of childlike interest. And Huang Tingjian, Mi Fei and Cai Xiang are also called Song Sijia. Painting is the same as literature. In painting, we advocate spirit likeness and "literati painting". He is the author of The Complete Works of Su Dongpo and Dongpo Yuefu. Su Shi

Blue mist caged two phoenixes lightly, and cold smoke blew two crows lightly. Who do you care not to go home? Put a horse in front of the door by mistake. Deliberately steal a smile, silence makes the whole dress yarn stronger. When Liu Lang saw Wuling flowers. Since then, I have been in love. -Song Su Shi's Xijiangyue blue mist Qinglong Erfeng

Blue mist caged two phoenixes lightly, and cold smoke blew two crows lightly. Who do you care not to go home? Put a horse in front of the door by mistake. Deliberately steal a smile, silence makes the whole dress yarn stronger. When Liu Lang saw Wuling flowers. Since then, I have been in love. Feng Chunhu. The red apricot flowers have just withered. The lonely house is quiet and sad. There are tears on the pillow, so don't wear it for a long time. A new look. Butterflies are playing in pairs in the small garden. Who will be disappointed? There is talk of taking off the lid everywhere. Love is temporary, where is the heart. The message in the brocade book is broken, and the jade leaks and changes. At dusk, the fairy mountain is empty and the sea of clouds is empty. -Song Kong's "Red Autumn Ears Outside the Lake"

Feng Chunhu. The red apricot flowers have just withered. The lonely house is quiet and sad. There are tears on the pillow, so don't wear it for a long time. A new look. Butterflies are playing in pairs in the small garden. Who will be disappointed? There is talk of taking off the lid everywhere. Love is temporary, where is the heart. The message in the brocade book is broken, and the jade leaks and changes. At dusk, the fairy mountain is empty and the sea of clouds is empty. Four miles away, the sky hung wildly. At night, carve a saddle. Wulan falls grass, fills brocade and hides willow, and the scenery is comparable to painting. Chu Qing also collects rain and fog. On strangers, the smoke sparkled. Listen to orioles singing in mangroves, with a short sound and a long sound. How much sadness you hold, when you are young, you will be elegant when you are happy. I miss you all day, but it's hard to stay in the spring night. Reading dust, full sleeves, is even more comparable, swimming alone in the shade. Don't lose your sideburns, the mirror is full of frost. -Song Fang "Seth Ye Hang" Seth Ye Hang

Four miles away, the sky hung wildly. At night, carve a saddle. Wulan falls grass, fills brocade and hides willow, and the scenery is comparable to painting. Chu Qing also collects rain and fog. On strangers, the smoke sparkled. Listen to orioles singing in mangroves, with a short sound and a long sound. How much sadness you hold, when you are young, you will be elegant when you are happy. I miss you all day, but it's hard to stay in the spring night. Reading dust, full sleeves, is even more comparable, swimming alone in the shade. Don't lose your sideburns, the mirror is full of frost.