Su Dongpo's Winter Solstice Poems:
[Song Dynasty]
Su Shi
"Winter Solstice Gifting Ann Festival"
When I was born during the winter solstice, I was as young as yesterday.
At that time, I was a father and brother, and I took off my knees to pray for my birthday.
Ten years of reading will wither, and the white hair will cause the disease.
There are only three brothers who look forward to the future, and only one son takes care of the younger ones.
The nearest one is across the Tao River, and the far one is just over the sky.
How lucky I am to see this nephew from thousands of miles away.
When I recall Mr. Ru, he cries and laughs like a pear.
Now I can be generous and my ambition is strong.
When will the world be over when the grandsons will return home?
The poem is completed but transcendent, and the tears will not fall.
[Song Dynasty]
Su Shi
"Winter Solstice Drinking with Everyone"
Small wine produces Lifa, dried residue Wanzhong.
The fragrance is poisonous and can be extracted endlessly.
The frozen glutinous rice wine is cold at first, but the spring fermented rice wine is warmer and better.
The two bottles of Hua and Yi come together, and they laugh together drunkenly.
In the north of Mount Ashan, the countryside is in the east of Zedong.
I dare not tell you when I am due to return, but I have never heard from you.
The crane's temples are completely white, while the rhino's circumference is still half red.
The sad face solves the problem of old man, and the long-lived ear fights against Wu Weng.
The geese will be full if they get grain, and they will be rich if they die of cats and mice.
Yellow ginger is harvested from taro, and cocklebur is harvested from frost bushes.
The thin edge of the child stores medicine, and the fat of the slave is used to plant pine.
It’s not stealing food frequently, but it’s still windy when you count.
Hebo Fang boasts, Lingwa dances by herself.
The way back was stuck in the mud, and the fire burned the thatch.
Wang Wendu is on his knees, and Zhang Changgong is passed down from his family.
The poems are still drunk with ink, and the sea is full of chaos.
[Song Dynasty]
Su Shi
"Winter Solstice Visiting Jixiang Temple Alone"
The slight sun at the bottom of the well has not returned, and there is a cold rain. Wet and dry.
Who is more like Master Su? He is not willing to spend time alone.
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