I miss a person, far away from home.
I felt something, and it was deeply rooted in my intestines.
I can't be far away from home, and I don't look forward to it every day.
I can't solve the problem in depth and don't think about it every night.
What's more, I stayed alone in the empty hall this evening.
Autumn is unknown, rain and dust.
If you don't learn Buddhism, you can forget your peace of mind.
I have people I miss deeply, but I am far from home. My feelings are deeply engraved in my heart. In a distant foreign land, I can't get close to her, and there seems to be no sun to express my feelings. I feel extremely painful inside, but I have nowhere to resolve it. I think about it day and night. My future seems to be confused and hopeless, sleeping alone in an empty room. Autumn hasn't come yet, but it's already stormy. I have never studied the Dharma of an ascetic monk, so it is hard to forget the past!
2. The translation master of classical Chinese excerpts came to Kong Shi Yuan Tan and recorded that Su Shi and Mai Su, the eldest son of rice delivery, agreed to send a fish if the wind was bad.
One day, Mai Su went out of the city to ask someone to deliver food; The man didn't understand and sent some smoked fish specially. When Su Shi saw it, he was shocked into a cold sweat: "It's over, it's over, I'm dead!" A burst of sadness, a burst of fear, suddenly fell to the ground.
Touching the cold and hard floor beneath him, Su Shi thought of the desolate scene of his wife and children after his death. Suddenly, his heart ached and he burst into tears: "What if you have a child?" I can only follow freedom ... "When I thought of Ziyou, I suddenly" ouch "and couldn't help but stand up and walk back and forth in my cell, my heart pounding:" What happened to Ziyou? I wonder if I have suffered too? Why do I only want him to save me, but I never want to be a virgin for him? Pity our brothers, and we will never see each other until we die. When we were teenagers, we made an appointment to' listen to the bleak rain in bed' ... "The meaning of grief and despair deepened:" Ziyou, I have to go first, and I can repay your friendship in the afterlife. " Then he wrote a poem "We are brothers in this life, and there is no cause in the afterlife", and asked the jailer to give it to Su Zhe.
Seeing the jailer's back leave, Su Shi sighed and slowly dug up the green elixir hidden in his chest, which is an alternate medicine for "dying with dignity". He looked at the sky, made two obeisances, prayed for the Bodhisattva, and blessed his younger brother and his family with health and longevity.
At this time, he thought of Su Zhe's advice that "choose friends carefully" before, and today he really fell on some "friends" and suddenly admired his ability to understand human feelings. I once proudly said, "I can accompany the Jade Emperor, I can accompany the beggars in the fields, and I love all the people in the world. What about now? " Thinking about it, I couldn't help laughing: "Looking around, I just feel that there are no bad people in the world. This is a disease.
Today's death is entirely of my own making, and no one can blame it! "He accidentally picked up the food on the side and suddenly felt his stomach was flat and thirsty. He picked it up and ate it without hesitation, thinking, "If you want to die, you should be a complete fool. How can you go to the underworld and beg from your majesty the keeper! "After satiated with food and drink, even the fishbone was chewed. Su Shi cheered up and threw away the green elixir, thinking, "Even if I die, I may meet Ziyou before I die. It's doomed anyway. They can kill them if they want, or they can cut them if they want, as you like! "I don't care anymore. Suddenly I touched the tears on my face and couldn't help laughing at myself: "Su Shi, Su Shi, you are really useless. You just cried. People know, where do you put your face? "He stopped thinking about life and death, fell asleep and snored like thunder.
This is Su Shi's only suicidal thought in his predicament. From then on, he was completely enlightened. Even if he was later demoted to Danzhou, Hainan, he was no longer desperate and distressed. He always tries to have fun and comfort himself. In February of the second year of Yuanfeng (1079), the Wutai poetry case was finally closed, and Su Shi was pardoned for capital punishment, but he could not escape. He was banished to Huangzhou as Yong Lian's assistant, and Su Zhe was banished to Yunzhou as wine supervisor.
The Leisure Record of Liaohua Prefecture records that when Su Shi was released from prison, Su Zhe came to pick him up and specially covered his mouth to remind him to take this as a warning. Later, Su Zhe gave him a farewell dinner at the inn.
It was the middle of winter and the wind was very cold. Su Zhe picked up chopsticks and ate a few mouthfuls of noodles. Bitter and unable to swallow, he stopped again and again. When Su Shi saw the light of day again, he threw the grief of imprisonment into Java, wolfed down noodles, patted his belly and shouted "good, good".
Su Zhe's face changed greatly, and while looking around carefully, he quickly hinted that Su Shi was "tight-lipped" and didn't delve into it. Su Shi nodded.
After dinner, first frost remained the same, and Su Shi rode away with his son Mai Su. Looking back, I saw Ziyou pulling dozens of people, standing in the suburbs, looking at himself from a distance. His heart ached and he wanted to stop and catch up with his brother, but the horse flew and Su Zhe's black hat faded away and finally disappeared.
Su Shi sighed slightly: "In this life, can you still realize the agreement with Ziyou to listen to the bleak rain in bed?" It turned out that when Su Shi was a teenager, he was very happy when he read Wei's poem "I would rather know a snowy night and sleep in bed". He immediately agreed with his younger brother that he must "lie in bed and listen to the bleak night rain" when he is old. The agreement of "clinical rain at night" was repeatedly mentioned in the poems that they answered each other. For example, in the fourth year of Xining (107 1), when Su Shi was appointed as the magistrate of Yingzhou, he also wrote "Man Jiang Hong Huai Zi You Zuo" and gave it to Su Zhe: "The clear shadow flows eastward, the eyes are broken, and the lonely sails are extinguished."
Official travel, green hills and white waves, thousands of folds. It is so vain to live up to the seclusion of that year, and now it is so bleak to listen to the rain in the bed.
Hate this life, drift away, add to China. It's a deep regret that this life always passes with you in a hurry, and this helpless feeling can't help but make me white-haired.
Infinite things, from the beginning. You two look at me as if you were in front of me, but before you know it, you have passed through the years.
The old marks on the clothes are full of bitter tears, and the smile between the eyebrows adds yellow. On the day of reunion, I will go swimming in the pool with you and look for traces of spring like falling snow. "
However, life is wandering everywhere, occasionally getting together, and it is inseparable from the rope. The agreement of "it rains to bed at night" between the two brothers Sue finally turned into a picture cake. 1 102, Su Shi died in Changzhou and was buried in Xiao Emei Mountain, jia county, Henan.
Later, Su Shi's sons Mai Su and Su Lang lived a hard life. Although Su Zhe was demoted and his salary was reduced at that time, and his life was very frugal, he did not hesitate to help, and nearly 100 people from the two families lived in one place and finally got through the difficulties. 1 1 12 years, when Su Zhe died, he ordered future generations to bury his bones next to his brother. This cemetery has been called "Sur's Tomb" one after another.
In this way, how many brothers made a promise of "listening to the rain bed at night"? In the history of ancient and modern China and foreign countries, countless stories are unclear, father and son turned against each other, brothers became enemies, and brothers killed each other; If human development is full of these "bloody cannibalism histories", wouldn't it be too sad and desperate? Fortunately, history is not always like this. We also have Su Shi and Su Zhe. Their brothers are affectionate and can give people warmth and hope at any time! When Su Shi was alive, there were countless fans who worshipped him. After his death, the number of "Su fans" expanded even more, and admirers endowed Su Shi with many false stories and legends, even myths. For example, there was a popular song in the Song Dynasty that said "Meishan gave birth to Susan, and all the vegetation was withered", because all the colors of vegetation were added to Susan; There are also words such as "there is Peng Laoshan in Shu, Dongpo was born as a son, and Dongpo died and rejuvenated".
It is said that this vigorous litchi tree was planted by Su Shi himself next to the ancient well of Su San Temple. When?
3. Seek the full text and translation of Man Jianghong. In the autumn of Shaoxing four years (1 134), Yue Fei won a great victory in the first Northern Expedition. In late August, Song Ting raised Yue Fei as the Qingyuan Army. When Jingjie was sent to Ezhou (now Wuchang), the soldiers of the whole army rejoiced. One day, after the rain cleared, the mountains and rivers were beautiful. Yue Fei looked at the fence and was deeply touched. He kept repeating the word.
Man Jianghong [Yue Fei]
Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will the courtiers regret it? Driving a long car, Helan Mountain is neglected. Hungry, hungry, eating pork, laughing, thirsty for Hun blood. Leave it at the beginning and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque
[Notes]
Fly into a rage: describe extreme anger. Xiaoxiao: Describe the sudden rain. Long whistle: Squeeze your mouth when you are excited and make a crisp and long sound, which is a lyric move of the ancients. Idle: relaxed and casual. Shame on Jingkang: In the second year of Jingkang in Song Qinzong (1 127), Jin Bing captured Bianjing and took Hui Di and Qin away. Helan Mountain: In the present Ningxia Hui Autonomous Region. Tianque: the view of the building in front of the palace.
[translation]
I was furious and climbed up the railing alone. The wind and rain just stopped. I looked up at the sky. I can't help screaming at the sky, and my heart is full of patriotism. More than 30 years of fame, such as dust, eight thousand miles of life through many storms. My hero, we should seize the time to make contributions to our country, and don't waste our youth until we are old. I can't forget the great humiliation in Jingkang period. When will the resentment as a national civil servant disappear? I want to get on the chariot and break through the lack of Helan Mountain. I was full of ambition and vowed to drink the blood and eat the flesh of the enemy. When I recover the old mountains and rivers, I will report good news to the country.
[brief comment]
This is a famous song handed down from ancient times full of vigor and vitality. It shows the author's fearless heroism and is full of patriotism. In the sixth year of Shaoxing (A.D. 1 136), Yue Fei led an army from Xiangyang to the north and successively recovered some counties near Luoyang. The striker forced Bianjing, the old capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, to recover the Central Plains in one fell swoop, and went straight to Huanglongfu, the old nest of Jin State (now the old capital of Jin, Nong 'an, Jilin). But at this point, Song Gaozong was bent on peace and ordered Yue Fei to transfer troops immediately. Yue Fei had to lead an army to Ezhou. He felt that he had missed the opportunity, and it was difficult to realize his ambition of recovering lost ground and getting rid of the shame of Jingkang. He wrote this magnificent poem "Man Jiang Hong" with complicated feelings. Yue Fei, born at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, witnessed the breaking of mountains and rivers in China and the destruction of the country. When teenagers join the army, it is their responsibility to "serve the country faithfully" and "return my mountains and rivers". Turn around and work hard to "clean up the old mountains and rivers." This is the heroic spirit expressed by this word. The first part expresses the lofty sentiments of making contributions to the country by killing the enemy through the railing, and the second part expresses the ambition to avenge Gan Kun and unify the world. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and months, don't wait to see the clouds and months of youth, don't wait to see the head of youth, which is really sad. China's "Thirty" sentence, which has not healed from self-injury, can be remembered through the ages by persuading people to rise in time. However, the "Eight Thousand Li Road" was a severe and fierce national salvation campaign, which still shows its bloody struggle. Therefore, it realizes its ambition of expelling Land Rover and recovering rivers and mountains by "time waits for no one".
4.& lt& gt The original text is full of rivers, red Yuefei rushes to the crown in anger, and the rain rests on the railing.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad. Jingkang shame, still not snow; When do courtiers hate their guts! Driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain.
Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay and clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and go to the sky.
Xin Qiji, a red man in the vast rivers and lakes, broke his sorrow. Outside the screen window, the wind shook the bamboo. After people left, the flute was broken, and people leaned against the building alone. It is unbearable to see the dusk in March. I looked up and felt that Qianshan was green, but I still tried to send a paper and read it from the beginning. Acacia words, empty and full, acacia chapter, when its foot, a little drop, tears streaming down her face, fragrant grass does not lose the guest, weeping willows only hinder the human eye, the most bitter thing is full of moonlight dry songs.
Su Shi, a red man in the river, flows eastward, and his eyes are broken and his sails are extinguished. Official travel, green hills and white waves, thousands of folds.
It is so vain to live up to the seclusion of that year, and now it is so bleak to listen to the rain in the bed. Hate this life, drift away, add to China.
It's a deep regret that this life always passes with you in a hurry, and this helpless feeling can't help but make me white-haired. Infinite things, from the beginning.
You two look at me as if you were in front of me, but before you know it, you have passed through the years. The old marks on the clothes are full of bitter tears, and the smile between the eyebrows adds yellow.
On the day of reunion, I will go swimming in the pool with you and look for traces of spring like falling snow. The whole river is full of red flowers, and there are cold plums floating in Zhang Xian, laughing at butterflies and swimming bees.
Gradually, the water became bright and the curtains became warm. The pink after the rain is opaque, and the new willow blue is still weak.
Remember to draw a bridge, a deep-water pavilion, and once stole a contract. How much hate, today or yesterday; Sadness and boredom are forgotten.
I used to be addicted to flowers. When pigeons try to ring the bell, the wind is soft, and young warblers spit out their tongues in spring.
But only worry, splendid makeup, east wind evil. Man Jiang Hong Jiang Kui Man Jiang Hong used to be called rhyme, but it was not harmonious.
For example, the last sentence says the word "unintentional", and the singer will integrate the word "heart" into the voice to assist the melody. If you want to do it with flat rhyme, it won't take long.
Because of the Pan-Chaohu Lake, I heard the sound of flutes and drums on the far shore and asked the owner, "People have lived in this lake for a long time." Yu Yue said, "Get a wind-path home, and take the rhyme of the river as the welcome divine comedy."
Say that finish, the wind and pen are driven, and it becomes instantly. In the last sentence, cloud "Wen" means harmony.
The book was on the green note, but it sank in the white waves, and the first month of Xinhai was gloomy. It was in June of that year, when I passed the temple, because of the carved fence.
A guest came from Juchao Cloud: "The natives bask in the sun in the temple, so they can sing this word." According to Cao Cao's instructions to Ruxu, Sun Quan wrote a book saying, "Spring water is going to be born, so go quickly."
Cao Cao said that "Sun Quan does not bully orphans", but he withdrew his troops and returned. Ruxu's mouth is close to Dongguan, but the place in Jiang Hushui is different.
Give meaning to the spring water, and there will be a teacher, so it belongs to the old cloud. When Xianmu came, she was watching. It was a thousand hectares.
The standard * * * is under the cloud and in front of the mountain as agreed. Life drives the dragons, gold is the yoke and jade is the crown.
Late at night, the wind will be quiet, and no one will smell the ring. Magic, try it.
Dedicated to the right deviation and blocked Jiangnan. Send six thunderbolts, not guarding Dongguan.
However, I laugh at the hero's lack of good players. How do you know, people are in the small red chamber, between the curtains and shadows.
Man Jiang Hong ended Xiao Xian, but the ghost and Yi are still alive. Outside the desert city, bored and faint wild smoke.
Plums don't worry about the rain at night, pomegranate flowers don't fall in autumn snow. It is also important to write incense words in red letters, one year of the year.
What happened at the bottom of the curtain is strictly said. Silk thread, double stripping.
Self-fragrance sells red arms, but old love doesn't sell. Xiang water keeps a grudge for ghosts, while Yangzhou has no dream of copper flower.
Lying on the flute, blowing the sunset glow and looking at the new moon. The river is a vast expanse of red, misty, high-rise buildings, divided into schools, blue waves and green Peng.
Have a small scene, soak the jade basin in cold water and loosen the skillful stone plate. When the wind sends the flowing flowers across the coast, the waves shake and practice flying.
It's the shark palace, separated by the red dust, and there's no way to get through. The goddess is here, Ling Xiaofeng.
Bright moon, ring. Two moths are still locked, complaining about smoke.
If you don't teach geese to fly in autumn, the sunset will be long. Another sound, alas, is [2] moving the fishing awning through the front rock.
The riverside is full of red feathers and autumn is getting stronger, and Penglai is double-blind. On the Qiantang River, the tide is like snow.
Joan and Yu Pei, send your wine to heaven. Husband, wealth and other floating clouds, look at the festival.
What's going on in the world, I can say; Now that I'm old, I'm so empty. Generous west wind, spit on the pot of songs.
Don't shed the tears of all the children in the world, making it difficult for relatives and friends to say goodbye. Ask about acacia, look in the mirror in the future, and send it rustling.
Hong Yuefei rushed to the crown in the boundless river and rested at the railing in the rain. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When do courtiers hate their guts! Driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty.
Stay and clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and go to the sky. Across the river, Hong Yuefei looks at the Central Plains with numerous battlements.
Think of that year, flowers covered willows and protected Fengtai Long Ting. Long live the Pearl in front of the mountain, and Penghu Temple is full of songs.
So far, the iron hoof is full of suburbs and the dust is evil. The soldiers are there, and the ointment is on the front line.
People live in peace and fill in the gaps. Sighing that mountains and rivers are the same, thousands of villages are sparse.
When you ask for a sharp brigade, cross the Qinghe River with a whip. However, I came back and continued my trip to Hanyang, riding a yellow crane.
5. Read the following words and complete the following questions? Question 1: This word depicts a beautiful and sad image of a homesick woman.
Write the beauty of her appearance through the eyebrows of "* * * spring mountain show" and "flowers are as thin as people"; She expresses her inner sorrow through Emei's Long Wrinkles, Flowers with Tears, Yu Di's Idleness for a Long Time, Leaning on the Bar, and Asking the Willow in the Pavilion. Question 2: ① Metaphor.
"The eyebrows * * * compete in the spring mountain", which means that a woman's eyebrows are more beautiful than the spring mountain, and she writes about the beauty of a woman. "Fear of flowers as thin as thin" refers to people's love for flowers, and you can also imagine the beauty of women.
2 contrast. "Yu Di has been idle for a long time, but it is hard to find a bosom friend", and "Yu Di has been idle for a long time" is used to set off * * * from the side, full of melancholy.
Although there are jade raiders, they have no intention to play. Leave it idle for a long time.
Because the right person is not here, who do you listen to? 3 borrow things to express feelings. "If you want to know the sorrow of leaning on the fence, you should ask the willow in front of the pavilion", and express the sorrow of * * * through the willow in front of the pavilion.
(Answer only two points).
6. Annotated translation of "Man Jiang Hong Huai Zi You Zuo Huai Zi You Zuo Suying", sent sadly, Zheng Hong Zhizhengtang.
In chaos, there are mountains and white waves, and there are thousands of folds. It is so vain to live up to the seclusion of that year, and now it is so bleak to listen to the rain in the bed.
I hate this kind of growth until parting, carving beautiful hair. It's a deep regret that this life always passes with you in a hurry, and this helpless feeling can't help but make me white-haired.
Infinite things, from the beginning. You two look at me as if you were in front of me, but before you know it, you have passed through the years.
The old marks on the clothes are bitter tears, and the smile between the eyebrows is yellow. Then with you, find the last spring on the pool, with flowers like snow.
Clear glume water flowed eastward, and sadness sent Hong Fei away. The white waves rolling under the mountain of Qingdai are emotional confusion.
White failed to live in seclusion as promised by Shan Ye, and now even lying in bed listening to the rain is so bleak. I deeply regret that I always leave you in a hurry in my life, giving birth to white hair.
Sacrifice a glass of wine by the Yellow River and count our endless past from the beginning. It seems that we were yesterday, but many years have passed.
The sad tears on my skirt seem to be still there, and the yellow color between my eyebrows seems to imply that I will meet you again soon. When we meet again, we will go to the pool with you and look for the remnants of spring in the falling flowers like snow.
7. In the fifth grade, the ancient poem Manjianghong is one of China's literary masterpieces. The author is Yue Fei (Southern Song Dynasty).
Yue Fei (1103-1142), a native of tangyin county, Song Xiangzhou (now tangyin county, Anyang, Henan), was a famous strategist, militarist and national hero of the Han nationality in the history of China, and was the first of four generals of Zhongxing in the Southern Song Dynasty. The most widely sung is Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong Rage Rush to the Crown". The words "Thirty fame, the dust settles, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon" and "Don't wait, the young man's head is white and empty and sad" are even more classic. In addition, Su Shi, Xin Qiji and other famous poets "Man Jiang Hong" are also famous.
Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong Rage"
Angry hair rushes to the crown, leans against the aperture, and rests in the rain. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, white and sad!
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Drive a long car and break through the Helan Mountain Que!
Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky!
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I was furious and climbed up the railing alone. The wind and rain just stopped. I look up at the sky, which is magnificent. I can't help screaming at the sky, and the heart of serving the country is beyond words. More than 30 years of fame, such as dust, eight thousand miles of life through many storms. My hero, we should seize the time to make contributions to our country, and don't waste our youth until we are old. The great shame of Jingkang period has not been erased. When will my resentment as a national civil servant disappear? I want to ride a chariot (like Wei Qing in the Han Dynasty) and step into the Helan Mountain Pass. I was full of ambition and vowed to eat the flesh and blood of the enemy. When I recover the old mountains and rivers, I will report good news to the country.
8. Su Shi's "Man Jiang Hong Yuan" means the original: "Man Jiang Hong Huai Zi" was written by Su Shi in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the eyes were broken and the sails were extinguished.
Official tour, green hills and white waves, thousands of folds. It is so vain to live up to the seclusion of that year, and now it is so bleak to listen to the rain in the bed.
Hate this life, drift away, add to China. A bottle of wine, by the Yellow River.
Infinite things, from the beginning. You two look at me as if you were in front of me, but before you know it, you have passed through the years.
Tears of sadness are faintly visible on my skirt, but the joy on my forehead suggests that I will meet again soon. On the day of reunion, I will go swimming in the pool with you and look for traces of spring like falling snow.
The clear water flows eastward, and I am full of sadness when I look at the looming solitary sails on the river. In this desolate and relegated place, white waves fly under the green hills, and it is difficult to see you and me thousands of miles away.
At the thought of living up to the promise of seclusion, I lay in bed listening to the rain, which was so sad. Alas! I deeply regret leaving you in a hurry all my life. This helpless feeling can't help but make my white hair swell.
I presented a bottle of wine on the bank of the Yellow River, counting your endless past from the beginning. You and I met that day, as if in front of us, but unconsciously, the long years have passed.
The sad tears on the skirt are still faintly visible, but the happiness between the eyebrows has hinted that you and I will meet again soon. On the day of reunion, I will swim with you in the pool and look for traces of spring in the falling snowflakes.
About the author: Su Shi (1037-1kloc-0/01), 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.