There are countless Dongpo ci poems, and here are just a few.
Ding Fengbo
Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest,
Why not sing and walk slowly?
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of?
A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The cold spring breeze woke me up, a little cold.
The hillside is sloping, but it is pleasant.
Look back at that desolate place, go home,
No rain or shine.
Prelude to water melody
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?
I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.
Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo in the evening scenery of the riverside in Hui Chong.
Hot spring water duck prophet.
Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground,
It is the time when the puffer fish wants to fuck.
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.
Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one time!
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.
A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
Irises, spring flowers wither, and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around.
Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are plenty of fish in the sea!
Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing.
The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.
Su Dongpo's life was bumpy, knowledgeable and brilliant, and his poems, paintings and calligraphy were both excellent. Wang Yang's writing style is wanton and easy to understand. It is a masterpiece that can be sung through the ages.