Nanxiangzi
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Late scene of falling Qiong cup. Looking at the clouds and green mountains, there are piles of green. I recognize the spring snow waves in Min'e, the first time I've arrived. Tens of thousands of hectares of grapes are in full bloom. The balcony is dark in the dusk rain. Sprinkle wet powder on tall buildings. A gust of east wind swept the earth and blew it back. Luozhao River and the sky are half open.
Note:
This poem was written in the fourth year of Yuanfeng (1081), and was written by the author in Lingao Pavilion, Huangzhou.
Huanxisha
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Visit Qishui Qingquan Temple, the temple is adjacent to Lanxi River, which flows west.
At the foot of the mountain, the orchid buds are soaked in the stream.
The sandy road among the pines is clean and mudless.
The rain is croaking at dusk.
Who said there is no less in life?
The water flowing in front of the door can still reach the west!
Don’t sing yellow chicken with white hair.
Note:
This poem is a travel poem written by Su Shi when he was the deputy envoy of Huangzhou Tuanlian in the spring of 1082.
Nian Nujiao, Chibi Nostalgia
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
The great river goes eastward, and the waves are washed away. A man of the ages. On the west side of the fort, the way of humanity is, Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms.
Rocks and clouds collapsed, stormy waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time!
I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, with a majestic appearance, a feather fan and a turban, and while talking and laughing, the oars and oars disappeared into ashes.
My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. The world is like a dream, a bottle returns the moonlight over the river.
Note: This poem was written in July of the fifth year of Shenzong Yuanfeng (1082). It was composed by Su Shi when he was visiting Chibiji outside Huangfeng City when he was demoted to Huangzhou.
Youth Tour: Chongjiu Hanhui Tower Presented to Xu Junyou
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
The traces of frost and precipitation are gone. Light green scales reveal distant continents. The wine is fading, the wind is soft and whistling. He is passionate but loves his head. The festive season is a reward. But the Qingzun will be sacrificed to autumn. Everything is just a dream in the end, rest. Tomorrow the yellow flowers and butterflies will also be sad.
Note:
This poem was written for Xu Junyou, the magistrate of Huangzhou, on the Double Ninth Festival in the fifth year of Yuanfeng (1082) at a banquet at Hanhui Tower in the county when Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou. .
Bu Suanzi's residence in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, and the missing moon breaks the tranquility of the people.
Who sees a lonely person walking around alone?
The misty and solitary shadow.
When you start, you look back. There is no one to forgive you for your hatred.
Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live on them,
The lonely sandbank is cold.
Note:
This poem was written in December of the fifth year of Yuanfeng (1082) when Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou and lived in Dinghui Yuan.
Huanxisha
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Thousands of acres of wind and waves will not remember Su. Thousands of wheat carts ride on the snowy Qingjiang River. But it makes me feel full and sad.
The green sleeves lean against the catkins lingering in the wind, and the red lips have cherry blossoms rotten by wine. He tweezed his frosty beard in front of him.
Note: This poem was written in the winter of the fifth year of Yuanfeng (1082).
Ding Fengbo
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly.
The bamboo stick and mango shoes are easier than the horse, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.
Looking back at the desolate place, when I return, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine.
Note:
This poem was written in the third spring of the seventh year of Yuanfeng (1084) when Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou.
Poppy
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
The sound of waves beats the pillow and Huai Xiao. The moon peeks into the small person. The ruthless Bian River flows from the east. Only one ship was carried from Lihen to Xizhou.
We were drunk together in Huapu, Zhuxi. More wine than tears. Who teaches that the wind is in the dust. Create a trouble and send it to others.
Notes:
This poem was written by the author in November of the seventh year of Yuanfeng (1084) after meeting Qin Guan in Gaoyou and having a farewell drink on the Huai River. The poem reflects the deep friendship between Su and Qin.
Linjiang Immortal
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Drinking in Dongpo at night and waking up drunk again,
It seems to be the third watch when I return .
The boy's breath is thundering,
No one knocks on the door,
He leans against the tent and listens to the sound of the river.
I always regret that this body is not mine.
When will I forget about camp?
The wind is calm at night and the grain is flat,
The boat passed away from then on,
The river and the sea will leave the rest of my life.
Note:
This poem was written in the fifth year of Yuanfeng reign of Emperor Shenzong, that is, the third year after Dongpo was demoted to Huangzhou.
Water tune song head Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion presented to Zhang Xiquan
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
The setting sun embroidered the curtain, and the water under the pavilion connected to the sky.
I know that you have made a new work for me, and the windows are wet with green and red.
In Changji's Pingshan Hall, I was sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there was no lonely star.
Recognize the drunken man's words, and the mountains are beautiful or not.
Thousands of hectares, all mirrors are pure and green peaks are inverted.
Suddenly a wave rose and a white-headed leaf danced.
Young Master Lantai is worthy of laughter. He has yet to understand the natural sound of Zhuang Sheng. There are male and female in the right path.
A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind.
Note:
This poem was written in the fourth year when Dongpo was demoted to Huangzhou.
Partridge Sky
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
The forest is broken, the mountain is bright and the bamboo is hidden behind the wall,
The cicadas are scattered and the grass is small pond.
You can see birds from time to time when turning over the blank page,
The red lotus leaves in the water are fragrant and fragrant.
Outside the village house,
Next to the ancient city,
The stick quinoa slowly turned towards the setting sun.
It rained in the middle of the night last night,
It was a cold day again.
Notes:
This poem was written when Dongpo was demoted to Huangzhou
Shuilongyin sub-rhyme Zhang Zhifu Yanghuaci
Date : Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
It looks like a flower but still looks like a non-flower, and no one cherishes it.
Leaving home and taking the road, my thoughts are ruthless and thoughtful.
The lingering damage to the soft intestines makes the evil eyes sleepy and they want to open but also close.
The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, only to be found again when the oriole calls.
Don’t hate the flowers that have all flown away. I hate the West Garden. It’s hard to decorate the red flowers.
The rain has passed at dawn, where is the trace? A pool of broken apples.
There are three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust, and one part of running water.
Looking carefully, it is not Yanghua, but the tears of separation.
Note: This poem is believed to date from the period when Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou.
Man Tingfang
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Wojiao has a false reputation, makes little profit, and is very busy. Everything is decided in advance, who is weak and who is strong.
While I am still young, let me and others go crazy. In a hundred years, the Ping Cult was awakened, with 36,000 events.
Consider. How much can I do? I am worried about the wind and rain, but half of them hinder me. There is no need to talk about short things and long things to the point of death.
Fortunately, the breeze is bright and the moon is bright, the moss is spreading and the clouds are high. The south of the Yangtze River is good, thousands of fine wines, and a song that fills the courtyard.
Note:
This poem is mainly about discussion, with strong philosophical meaning and strong lyrical color. Judging from the content expressed in the word, it was written after Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou.
Man Ting Fang
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Thirty-three years later, whoever survives now is the king and the Yangtze River. The awe-inspiring cypress trees are both frost-dry and suffering. I heard about the ancient county of Sizhou, on the Yun River and at the pine window of Zhuwu. On the south bank of the Yangtze River, if you don’t send your son away, you would rather cross my country. 搐搐. The sparse rain has passed, the wind dances in the forest, and the smoke covers the clouds. I would like to hold this invitation to you and drink from the empty vat. Mr. Layman is old and in real dreams, he is relatively useless. The singing and dancing have stopped, the pedestrians have not yet risen, and the boat drums are already beating.
Notes:
Original preface: There was a king who gave up his official position in Huangzhou for thirty-three years, and the people in Huang called him Mr. Wang. Because Chen Zhen was sent to spend time with him, it was because of this gift.
This poem was written by Su Shi when he was sent to Huangzhou.
Manjianghong is sent to Ezhou Zhu Shijun Shouchang
Year: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Coming west from Jianghan, the tall buildings and grapes are deep and green. It still brings its own, the waves of the clouds, and the spring scenery of the Jinjiang River.
You are the beloved guardian of Nanshan, and I am a returning guest who misses Jianwai. How can you be ruthless about this place and its scenery? Say it diligently.
Jiang Biao’s biography, please stop reading. Crazy virgin, what a pity. The empty island is deserted to the parrots and reed flowers.
Not only are the scholars laughing at the dispute, Cao Gong and Huang Zu are both erratic. I would like to envoy you to write poems about banishing immortals and chase Huang He.
Note:
This word was sent by the author to his friend Zhu Shouchang, who was the prefect of Ezhou at the time when he was demoted to Huangzhou.
The Moon over the Xijiang River
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Shown on the shallow waves in the wild, and the warm sky across the sky. The obstacles and mud have not solved the arrogance of Yu Cong. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that there is no way to break Qiongyao under the bright moon. Xie'an's head rests on the green poplar bridge. Du Yu heard a spring dawn.
Notes:
Original preface: I was walking in Qishui on a spring night in Huangzhou. I passed a restaurant and drank. I got drunk. I rode the moon to a bridge over a stream. I untied my saddle and got drunk from my arms. Take a rest. When I woke up, it was already dawn. The mountains were surrounded by chaotic mountains and the flowing water was sonorous. It seemed that it was not from this world. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.
This poem about landscapes was written when Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou.
Ding Fengbo Red Plum
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
It’s never too late to wake up after a good sleep. Self-pity is inappropriate. Occasionally, it is made of small red peach and apricot color, leisurely and elegant, and there is still a solitary and thin snow and frost posture. Don't let your leisurely mind follow the state of things. What's the matter? The wine is slightly dizzy and the muscles are clear. The poet did not know that Meg was there, chanting, and even looked at the green leaves and green branches.
Notes:
This word was written after the author was relegated to Huangzhou after reading the poem "Red Plum" by Shi Yannian, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty.
Jiang Shenzi/Jiang Chengzi
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
I woke up from a dream while drunk. Only Yuanming. It's the previous life. Traveling all over the world, I still work hard.
Last night there was enough spring rain on the east slope, and the crows and magpies rejoiced, reporting a new sunny day. The sound of a hidden spring on the west bank of the Snow Hall. The northern mountain slopes. The creek crosses.
Looking south towards the pavilions and hills, you can see the solitary beauty of Zeng City. They are all located in Xiechuan. I am old and have left my remaining years behind.
Note:
This poem was written when Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou.
I gave birth to a son in Huangzhou on September 27th last year. My name is Dune and my nickname is Qianerqi
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
I am forty years old Nine, I lost my young son while traveling in captivity.
The youngest son is really my son, and the corners of his eyebrows are already similar.
I didn’t expect to see what I wanted, so I wandered into the book history.
He shook his head but felt embarrassed, as if he was familiar but not ashamed.
My old man is always happy, and I rely on this smile to be happy.
Suddenly taken away, I have accumulated bad karma.
The clothes and salary are free from vulgarity, and they will disappear in a moment.
I came back with empty arms and tears like water.
My tears can still be wiped away, and I will forget them as the day goes by.
My mother’s cry cannot be heard, and I want to die with you.
Therefore, the clothes are still hanging, and the swollen breasts have flowed out of the bed.
I feel like I want to forget my life, and I lie down all day long.
The middle-aged man has heard the Tao, and the dream has been explained in detail.
The medicines are stored like hills and mountains, and you need more prescriptions when you are sick.
I will still cut this aging intestine with the sword of love.
Knowing the delusion is self-reflective, and the sorrow will leave the rest of the injury.