The bright morning cows and the river Han woman. Yingying Linshui is speechless. Look across the blue clouds and the sunset. Nowhere to be found. Dreaming back to spring grass growing in Chunpu. The birds are scattered and the flowers are like rain, and the apples of Tingzhou are old and fragrant. The bright moon shines affectionately on the house. But take it. Qing Guangchang sent people home. ——Song Dynasty·Su Shi's "The Proud Fisherman, Chinese Valentine's Day" The Proud Fisherman, Chinese Valentine's Day, a bright morning glory and a beautiful woman in the river. Yingying Linshui is speechless. Look across the blue clouds and the sunset. Nowhere to be found. Dreaming back to spring grass growing in Chunpu.
The birds disperse and the remaining flowers bloom like rain, and the apples of Tingzhou are old and fragrant. The bright moon shines affectionately on the house. But take it. Qing Guangchang sent people home. Su Shi (1037-1101) was a writer, calligrapher, painter and gourmet in the Northern Song Dynasty. His courtesy name is Zizhan and his nickname is Dongpo Jushi. Han nationality, Sichuan native, buried in Yingchang (now Jiaxian County, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province). He had a bumpy official career throughout his life, but he was knowledgeable and talented. He was excellent in poetry, calligraphy and painting. His writing is unbridled, clear and fluent. Together with Ouyang Xiu, he is called Ou Su, and he is one of the "Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties". His poetry is fresh and vigorous, good at using exaggeration and metaphor, and his artistic expression is unique. He is also called Su Huang together with Huang Tingjian. He started a bold and unrestrained school and had a huge influence on later generations. Together with Xin Qiji, he was called Su Xin. He was good at calligraphy in running script and regular script. He could create his own ideas. His pen was rich and ups and downs, and he had an innocent taste. He was called Song Dynasty together with Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu and Cai Xiang. The four schools have the same painting studies and literature, advocate spiritual similarity in painting, and advocate "scholar painting". He is the author of "The Complete Works of Su Dongpo" and "Su Dongpo Yuefu".
Su Shi I guess you like the accumulation of Su on the Silver Mountain in the middle of the night. Come to Jiumo with a car. There was no smoke in Taojiang River for a while. On an empty stomach, there are poems and knots in clothes, and wet fuel is like cinnamon rice and beads. Who can accompany you when you are freezing and twirling your mustache? ——Su Shi, Song Dynasty, "Huanxi Sand"
Huanxi Sand Suzhou accumulates on Silver Mountain in the middle of the night. Come to Jiumo with a car. There was no smoke in Taojiang River for a while.
On an empty stomach, there are poems and knots in clothes, and wet fuel is like cinnamon rice and beads. Who can accompany you when you are freezing and twirling your mustache? The spring scenery of Jincheng moves to its roots, and its beauty dominates the south of the Yangtze River. Qiong Su brushes his face, colorful clouds fill his sleeves, and all the flowers shy away. When the two swallows come, the courtyard is cold in the evening, and the rain hides the smoke. The beauty is not enough, the palace makeup is still timid, and the rouge and tears are lightly sprinkled. Long is the joy of swimming at the bottom of flowers. Afraid of the east wind blowing suddenly into resentment. The silver candle is burning high, Liangzhou presses it, and the singing gradually begins. The green color is so carefree, while the red color is silent and shaking. Even if Wu Gong is the only one, Zhaoyang ranks first, which can be vaguely compared. ——Fang Qianli of the Song Dynasty, "The Song of Water Dragon·The Spring Colors of Jincheng Moves to Its Roots"
The Song of Water Dragon·The Spring Colors of Jincheng Moves to Its Roots The spring scenery of Jincheng moves to its roots, and its beauty dominates the south of the Yangtze River. Qiong Su brushes his face, colorful clouds fill his sleeves, and all the flowers shy away. When the two swallows come, the courtyard is cold in the evening, and the rain hides the smoke. The beauty is not enough, the palace makeup is still timid, and the rouge and tears are lightly sprinkled. Long is the joy of swimming at the bottom of flowers. Afraid of the east wind blowing suddenly into resentment. The silver candle is burning high, Liangzhou presses it, and the singing gradually begins. The green color is so carefree, while the red color is silent and shaking. Even if Wu Gong is the only one, Zhaoyang ranks first, which can be vaguely compared. After Wei Huo Yuanxun, Wei Ping was a foreign sage. Playing the sheng can only be played in Gou Mountain. Take a leisurely ride back through the colorful hills and take advantage of the New Year. Burn incense in the pavilion to warm it up, bathe in the Buddha's heaven in the light cold. He was drunk in front of the painting hall. Don't forget that your old friend is haggard and dying. ——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty "Nan Gezi·Wei Huo Yuanxun Hou"
Nan Gezi·Wei Huo Yuanxun Hou Wei Huo Yuanxun Hou Wei Ping is a foreign sage. Playing the sheng can only be played in Gou Mountain. Take a leisurely ride back through the colorful hills and take advantage of the New Year. Burn incense in the pavilion to warm it up, bathe in the Buddha's heaven in the light cold. He was drunk in front of the painting hall. Don't forget that your old friend is haggard and dying.