Poetry suitable for calligraphy

Su Shi, the head of the water tune

Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.

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'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.

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 are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.

I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Nian Nujiao Nostalgia, Su Shi

The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.

Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.

Rocks and clouds are falling, waves are hitting the shore and thousands of piles of snow are being rolled up.

As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one time!

Think back to Gong Jin, when Xiao Qiao just got married.

Xiongzi Yingfa, feather fan nylon towel,

Between talking and laughing, I was exhausted.

I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.

Things are like a dream, a bottle or a month.