There are also poems belonging to Ci in Su Shi's poems.

Xin Chou wrote a poem and gave it to Ziyou on1/month 19, just outside the west gate of Zhengzhou.

If you don't drink Hu, you will get drunk.

Today, when I return to my hometown and miss the imperial court, how can I relieve my loneliness?

Looking back at the slope, I saw that the black hat came out and disappeared.

I was bitter and cold, my clothes were thin, and I rode a thin horse alone on the waning moon.

Passers-by sing songs to make people happy, and servants complain that I am sad.

I also know that life is different, but I'm afraid of the passage of time.

A cold lamp recalls the past, and when it rains at night, it listens to the bleak.

You know what this means, don't forget it. Be careful not to love high officials and high officials. There is a saying that the night rain is on the bed, so the cloud. )

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 want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.

It's too cold up there. 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 have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.

This matter is ancient and difficult to complete. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Ding Fengbo

Don't listen to the rain through the forest, why not walk slowly singing? 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 chilly spring wind woke me up, slightly cold, but the hills were oblique. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.

whistle

Bend down for food, abandon home for wine, and your mouth and body are tired.

Come back, who won't take you back? It feels like the past is not the present.

Before the dew, the husband pointed to the way home, and the laughter in front of the door was childish.

Old chrysanthemums are barren, and new pine trees are black and old, just like now!

However, the small window closed Chai Fei's knees, and he insisted on watching the lonely Yunfei at dusk.

Clouds come out unintentionally, birds know when they are tired and come out unintentionally.

Hey! Come back, I forgot myself and the world today.

Relatives have nothing to say, and piano books have real taste.

The steps are rugged, the river is gentle and graceful, and the spring water flows in the dark valley.

It is glorious to see every grass and tree. If you feel conscious, I can live and rest!

How long will it take to regain your mind? What does the unconscious emperor want?

Who will decide whether to stay or not? Where does the fairy know?

Wealth is not my ambition. But knowing how to climb a mountain by the water,

He who draws the pot is drunk. What is more doubtful about the fate of this life?

And ride the current and stop when you encounter obstacles.

Eternal happiness

The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite.

Jumping fish in a curved harbor, lotus dew in a round place, but not alone.

Like three drums, one leaf is loud, and the dark dream cloud is broken.

In the dark, I found that there was nowhere to find it, and I felt that I had traveled all over the small garden.

Tired at the end of the world, I returned to my home in the mountains and looked at my hometown.

Swallow house is empty, where is beauty? Swallows are locked in the building.

Ancient and modern dreams.

I didn't dream, but I have old joys and new grievances.

At different times, I sighed for Yu Hao at the night scene of Huangjia.