The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
Drinking in the lake is clear after the rain.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Elegance:
spiritual song
Song sushi
The Second Rhyme of Zhang Zhifu's Huayang Ci
Flowers are like flowers, and no one regrets teaching. Passing through the road from home, thinking is ruthless and thoughtful. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. Dream with the wind Wan Li, looking for lang, also be warbler.
I don't hate this flower flying away, and I hate that the West Garden is difficult to compose. Where are the traces when it rains? A pool of ping is broken. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.
Jiangchengzi
Su Shi
On the twentieth night of my first month in Mao Yi, I remembered my dream.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the annual heartbroken place: moonlit night, short pine hill. Coffee senna
Su Shi
Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to see it on the detached stage, half the city is full of flowers. Fog and rain darken thousands of people.
After a cold meal, I woke up but felt uncomfortable. Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine use time.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Song sushi
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea!
Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
He xinlang
Su Shi
Smoke and dancing. No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night. Hand-made white round fan, fan like jade for a while. I'm getting sleepy, lonely and awake. Who will push the embroidery worker out of the curtain? It's a waste of time to teach people to dream of breaking Yaotai music. The wind is beating on the bamboo again.
Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu. When all the flowers are floating, I will be alone with you. If you look at a gorgeous branch carefully, you will be scared by the autumn wind. Stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. * * * pink tears, two rustling. Ruan Langgui
Song sushi
Keywords Sophora japonica, sorghum, swallow and cicada,
The wind began to enter the strings.
Wash away the smoke under the screen window,
The sound of chess scares the day and sleeps.
After a light rain,
Xiao He fans,
Liu Hua is in full bloom.
Jade basin hands know spring,
Zhu Qiong is broken but round. Bu operator
Su Shi
There is no moon to hang sparse tung,
It is quiet to miss someone.
When you see a person alone,
Fuzzy and lonely.
I was taken aback, but I turned around.
Nobody hates it.
Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live,
It is cold when the maple leaves fall in Wujiang.
Yongyule
Su Shi
Pengcheng spent the night in the Swallow House and dreamed of it because of this word.
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 clouds are broken. The night is boundless, and I can't find a place. I feel that I have traveled all over the small garden.
Tired of tourists from the ends of the earth, I returned to my home in the mountains and looked at my hometown. Swallow house is empty, where is beauty? It's like a dream in ancient and modern times, but there are old joys and new grievances. At different times, the night view of the Huang family is a sigh of Yu Hao.
Quail day
Song sushi
The forest breaks the mangosteen and hides the wall, and the cicada rot the grass in the small pond. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird, which smells good according to the powder.
Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day. Bold:
Man Jiang Hong
Su Shi
Jianghan comes from the west, and the tall buildings are deep grapes. Or bring your own, sea of clouds and waves, Jinjiang spring scenery. You are a legacy of Nanshan, and I am homesick for foreigners. Are you heartless about this room and the scenery? Speak diligently.
Biography of Jiang Biao, stop reading. Crazy Chu Shi, what a pity. The empty continent is desolate for parrots and reeds. Don't just laugh at the literati fighting the bottom, Cao Gong and Huang Zu are erratic. May you give immortal poems and chase the yellow crane.
Xijiang month
Su Shi
In Huangzhou, I swim in the water at night in spring. Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk. Take the moon to the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less. I realized that. The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human. On the bridge pillar of the book.
According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint. I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass. It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.
Water tune song head ①
Su Shi
Chen Bing drank a lot in the Mid-Autumn Festival, got drunk and wrote this article, and got pregnant. ②
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I wonder what year it is today. (4) I want to go home by wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. I can't stand the cold at the top, dancing to know what the shadow is like.
Turn to Zhuge, arrive at the wild lake, and take pictures without sleep. There should be no hate, everything is biased towards other times. (5) People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. 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. ⑥ Xijiang Moon Brewing Wine
Su Shi
A little Mao Mao rain fell on the floor,
There are many lakes outside the river.
At that time, the circus was being held in Dongxu.
Nanpu is bleak today.
Don't hate yellow flowers,
And teach red powder to help each other.
You don't have to look at dogwood,
Sell the world to the present and the present.
Man Jiang hong Huai zi Yu Zuo
Su Shi
The clear water flows eastward, and I look at the river with a sad face, if I have no father to sail. 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.
Nian Nujiao (1) Red Cliff Nostalgia (2)
Song sushi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. Rocks go through the air, waves lap the shore and roll up thousands of piles of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once. Think back to Gong Jin. When Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, she was brave. Feather fan nylon scarf, laughing and laughing, strong ashes. Old country fugue, affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, early birth of Fahua (5).
Life is like a dream, and a bottle returns to the moon. ⑥
Basheng Ganzhou chicken kidney therapy
Su Shi
Affectionate wind, Wan Li roll tide, mercilessly send tide back. What is the oblique light of Qiantang River and Pukou in Xixing? You don't have to think about now and now. Who is as old as Dongpo?
I remember that the west side of West Lake is the advantage of Sunset Mountain, and the sky is full of smoke. Poets are all the same, just like I am to you. Let's go back to the Oriental Sea another day. I hope to thank you and be elegant. Xizhou Road, don't look back, put clothes on me.
Jiangchengzi
Su Shi
On the twentieth night of my first month in Mao Yi, I remembered my dream.
I said juvenile madness, which led to yellow on the left and pale on the right.
Golden hat, mink and fur, thousands of riding rolls and leveling posts.
If you want to report the whole city to the prefect, you will see Sun Lang.
After drinking wine, my chest is still open and my temples are slightly frosted. What's the harm!
When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei?
I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun.
Linjiangxian
Song sushi
I drank Dongpo in the evening and woke up drunk. It seemed like midnight when I came back. The child is short of breath. You shouldn't even knock on the door, but lean on your cane and listen to the sound of the river.
I have hated this body for a long time. When can I forget the camp? The midnight wind is still and the valley line is flat. Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.
River of no return.
Su Dongpo
"The river of no return, stormy waves, eternal romantic figures. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one time!
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. Feather fan nylon scarf, talking and laughing, lost in the smoke. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. The world is like a dream, a statue is still on the moon. "
Rolling the Yangtze River eastward,
The waves washed away the hero.
Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time.
Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.
White-haired fishing fires in Zhu Jiang,
I am used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze.
I met an old friend and had a drink.
How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation.
& lt thousand chibi fu >:
In autumn, on July 16th and 16th, Su Shi and his friends went boating in Chibi. The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface. Raise a glass to propose a toast to one's companions, recite articles related to the moon, and sing praises to chapters. Not long after, the moon rose from Dongshan and hovered between the Big Dipper and the cow. Milky white fog across the river, clear water. Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross the boundless river. Vast as the wind in Feng Xu, I don't know where it ends; Floating like an independent world, feathering into a fairy.
At this time, he was very happy to drink, slapping the ship's rail with his hand and singing. The song says: "Gui Gui is like a blue paddle, striking the sky and tracing the streamer. I am in my arms, looking at the beauty and the sky. " There are people who make up by blowing a hole in the song, and their voices are sad: they cry when complaining, and they make trouble when complaining; The sound is endless; It can make the dragon dance in the deep valley and make the widow in the lonely boat cry.
Su Shi's face was sad and sad, so he sat up in a corner and asked the guest, "How do you know?" ? "The guest said," There are few stars in the moon, and blackbirds fly south. Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking at Xiakou in the west and Wuchang in the east. The mountains and rivers are winding and gloomy; Isn't this Meng Zhizhi trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou and went down to Jiangling, downstream to the east. It is thousands of miles long, covered with flags, drunk on the river, writing poems sideways. The hero of the solid world, now? My son and I, firewood over Zhu Jiang, make friends with fish, shrimp and elk, and belong to each other with a boat and a bottle. It's a drop in the ocean to send a mayfly into the earth. Lament the moment of my life and admire the infinity of the Yangtze River; Fei Xian went on a trip, holding the bright moon and dying; Knowing that it is impossible to get it suddenly, I hate it. "
Perilla said, "Do you know my husband's water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has never been there; If you are full of emptiness, the dead will not ebb and flow. Gai must look at it from its own changes, and heaven and earth cannot be temporary; If you look at it from its unchanging point of view, then everything is endless to me. What do you envy? Between heaven and earth, everything has its own master. If it's not mine, it's a dime. However, the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains are audible to the ears and visible to the eyes. Inexhaustible, inexhaustible. It is the creator's endless hiding place, and my son and I are in the right place. "
Guests smile, wash the lights more carefully, the dishes are done, and the cups and plates are messy. Sleeping on the boat, hugging each other, I know the horizon has turned white.
& lt Hou chibi fu >
It is the hope of October and will return to Lingao after starting from Tang Xue. The two guests never gave Sakamoto the yellow mud. Since the frost has fallen, the leaves have fallen, and the figure is on the ground. Look up at the bright moon, take care of it, and sing and answer. He sighed: "there are guests without wine, wine without food, and the moon is white and clear." What a wonderful night! " The guest said, "At dusk today, I got a fish with a huge scale, like a Songjiang perch. How about Gu 'an's wine? " Go home and find a woman. The woman said, "I had a beer fight and hid it for a long time, just for fear that my son would need it."
So I swam to the red cliff with wine and fish. The river is noisy, and the shore breaks thousands of feet; The mountain is high and the moon is small, and the truth comes out. Once the sun and the moon were geometric, but the mountains and rivers were unrecognizable. Jade wears clothes, walks stones, wears velvet, lives in tigers and leopards, climbs dragons, climbs storks' dangerous nests and overlooks the secluded palace in Feng Yi. You can't cover two guests at will. However, the whistling, the vibration of vegetation, the sound of mountains and valleys, and the wind and water are surging. Giving is also quiet and sad, awe and fear, and it is impossible to stay. Instead, get on the boat, let it flow and stop it. It will be half past midnight, and I will be lonely. There is a solitary crane, and the river comes from the east. Wings, like wheels, suddenly rang and swept to the boat and left to the west.
The guest left, gave it and fell asleep. I dreamed that a Taoist priest was wandering under Lingao and said, "The joy of Chibi?" Ask his name, but don't answer. "alas! Hey! I know all about it. Aren't those people who flew past me evil in the past night? " The Taoist priest smiled and was surprised. Open an account and have a look. I can't see it.
On the first day, the sky was clear.
Eight winds can't move, sitting on the purple lotus.
This poem, with extraordinary verve and lofty artistic conception, shows the cleverness and arrogance of Dongpo's lay man.
Su wrote this poem and immediately sent someone to cross the river for the Zen master to appreciate, hoping to get the praise of this foreign friend. I didn't know that after Jackson Fo Yin read it, he began to criticize the word "fart" and told primitive people to bring it back. When Sue saw this rude and abusive comment, she couldn't help flying into a rage and went down to the river to talk to the Zen master.
When the ship approached Jinshan Temple, Zen Master Fo Yin was standing by the river waiting for Su Dongpo. When Su Dongpo met the Zen master, he said angrily, "Zen master, we are close friends. If you don't appreciate my poetry and my practice, you just don't appreciate it. Why curse people? "
The Zen master casually said, "What did I scold you?"
Su Dongpo then showed the Zen master the word "fart" recognized in the poem.
The Zen master smiled and said, "Eight winds can't blow, but a fart has passed through Jiang Lai."
Sue was speechless and quite ashamed.
"Looking at the mountain side into a peak, the distance is different." This is just a small example of Su Dongpo's understanding of meditation to a considerable extent. It can be said that Su Dongpo has basically entered the third realm of life, but he still failed to "blow the Eight Winds" or even "hit Jiang Lai" without farting. This shows that we still have a long way to go from knowing to walking, so we understand a truth-knowing.
It can be said that the stock market has gathered all the external "eight winds" interference in the world, and at the same time, the stock market has naked exposed all the internal "human nature" interference. If we really want to reach the third realm, there is no possibility of survival without "knowledge" and "Tao" Just staying at the level of "knowledge" and "Tao" without "action" and "Tao" will eventually break the blood; Only by combining "knowing" with "doing" can we make a positive result and become everyone.
The most important thing about this "line" is a dark horse with good wind.
Su Dongpo, a great writer in the Song Dynasty, was well-read and versatile. His works often reveal transcendental and intriguing Zen machines. He has a good friend outside Fo Yin, Zen Master, who is a famous monk in the Song Dynasty. Su Dongpo was very close to him and was deeply impressed.
Su Dongpo wrote a poem praising Buddha during his relegation. Ye Yue:
On the first day, the sky was clear.
Eight winds can't move, sitting on the purple lotus.
This poem, with extraordinary verve and lofty artistic conception, shows the cleverness and arrogance of Dongpo's lay man.
Su wrote this poem and immediately sent someone to cross the river for the Zen master to appreciate, hoping to get the praise of this foreign friend. I didn't know that after Jackson Fo Yin read it, he began to criticize the word "fart" and told primitive people to bring it back. When Sue saw this rude and abusive comment, she couldn't help flying into a rage and went down to the river to talk to the Zen master.
When the ship approached Jinshan Temple, Zen Master Fo Yin was standing by the river waiting for Su Dongpo. When Su Dongpo met the Zen master, he said angrily, "Zen master, we are close friends. If you don't appreciate my poetry and my practice, you just don't appreciate it. Why curse people? "
The Zen master casually said, "What did I scold you?"
Su Dongpo then showed the Zen master the word "fart" recognized in the poem.
The Zen master smiled and said, "Eight winds can't blow, but a fart has passed through Jiang Lai."
Sue was speechless and quite ashamed.
River of no return.
Su Dongpo
"The river of no return, stormy waves, eternal romantic figures. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one time!
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. Feather fan nylon scarf, talking and laughing, lost in the smoke. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. The world is like a dream, a statue is still on the moon. "
Rolling the Yangtze River eastward,
The waves washed away the hero.
Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time.
Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.
White-haired fishing fires in Zhu Jiang,
I am used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze.
I met an old friend and had a drink.
How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation.
& lt thousand chibi fu >:
In autumn, on July 16th and 16th, Su Shi and his friends went boating in Chibi. The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface. Raise a glass to propose a toast to one's companions, recite articles related to the moon, and sing praises to chapters. Not long after, the moon rose from Dongshan and hovered between the Big Dipper and the cow. Milky white fog across the river, clear water. Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross the boundless river. Vast as the wind in Feng Xu, I don't know where it ends; Floating like an independent world, feathering into a fairy.
At this time, he was very happy to drink, slapping the ship's rail with his hand and singing. The song says: "Gui Gui is like a blue paddle, striking the sky and tracing the streamer. I am in my arms, looking at the beauty and the sky. " There are people who make up by blowing a hole in the song, and their voices are sad: they cry when complaining, and they make trouble when complaining; The sound is endless; It can make the dragon dance in the deep valley and make the widow in the lonely boat cry.
Su Shi's face was sad and sad, so he sat up in a corner and asked the guest, "How do you know?" ? "The guest said," There are few stars in the moon, and blackbirds fly south. Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking at Xiakou in the west and Wuchang in the east. The mountains and rivers are winding and gloomy; Isn't this Meng Zhizhi trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou and went down to Jiangling, downstream to the east. It is thousands of miles long, covered with flags, drunk on the river, writing poems sideways. The hero of the solid world, now? My son and I, firewood over Zhu Jiang, make friends with fish, shrimp and elk, and belong to each other with a boat and a bottle. It's a drop in the ocean to send a mayfly into the earth. Lament the moment of my life and admire the infinity of the Yangtze River; Fei Xian went on a trip, holding the bright moon and dying; Knowing that it is impossible to get it suddenly, I hate it. "
Perilla said, "Do you know my husband's water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has never been there; If you are full of emptiness, the dead will not ebb and flow. Gai must look at it from its own changes, and heaven and earth cannot be temporary; If you look at it from its unchanging point of view, then everything is endless to me. What do you envy? Between heaven and earth, everything has its own master. If it's not mine, it's a dime. However, the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains are audible to the ears and visible to the eyes. Inexhaustible, inexhaustible. It is the creator's endless hiding place, and my son and I are in the right place. "
Guests smile, wash the lights more carefully, the dishes are done, and the cups and plates are messy. Sleeping on the boat, hugging each other, I know the horizon has turned white.
& lt Hou chibi fu >
It is the hope of October and will return to Lingao after starting from Tang Xue. The two guests never gave Sakamoto the yellow mud. Since the frost has fallen, the leaves have fallen, and the figure is on the ground. Look up at the bright moon, take care of it, and sing and answer. He sighed: "there are guests without wine, wine without food, and the moon is white and clear." What a wonderful night! " The guest said, "At dusk today, I got a fish with a huge scale, like a Songjiang perch. How about Gu 'an's wine? " Go home and find a woman. The woman said, "I had a beer fight and hid it for a long time, just for fear that my son would need it."
So I swam to the red cliff with wine and fish. The river is noisy, and the shore breaks thousands of feet; The mountain is high and the moon is small, and the truth comes out. Once the sun and the moon were geometric, but the mountains and rivers were unrecognizable. Jade wears clothes, walks stones, wears velvet, lives in tigers and leopards, climbs dragons, climbs storks' dangerous nests and overlooks the secluded palace in Feng Yi. You can't cover two guests at will. However, the whistling, the vibration of vegetation, the sound of mountains and valleys, and the wind and water are surging. Giving is also quiet and sad, awe and fear, and it is impossible to stay. Instead, get on the boat, let it flow and stop it. It will be half past midnight, and I will be lonely. There is a solitary crane, and the river comes from the east. Wings, like wheels, suddenly rang and swept to the boat and left to the west.
The guest left, gave it and fell asleep. I dreamed that a Taoist priest was wandering under Lingao and said, "The joy of Chibi?" Ask his name, but don't answer. "alas! Hey! I know all about it. Aren't those people who flew past me evil in the past night? " The Taoist priest smiled and was surprised. Open an account and have a look. I can't see it.
On the first day, the sky was clear.
Eight winds can't move, sitting on the purple lotus.
This poem, with extraordinary verve and lofty artistic conception, shows the cleverness and arrogance of Dongpo's lay man.
Su wrote this poem and immediately sent someone to cross the river for the Zen master to appreciate, hoping to get the praise of this foreign friend. I didn't know that after Jackson Fo Yin read it, he began to criticize the word "fart" and told primitive people to bring it back. When Sue saw this rude and abusive comment, she couldn't help flying into a rage and went down to the river to talk to the Zen master.
When the ship approached Jinshan Temple, Zen Master Fo Yin was standing by the river waiting for Su Dongpo. When Su Dongpo met the Zen master, he said angrily, "Zen master, we are close friends. If you don't appreciate my poetry and my practice, you just don't appreciate it. Why curse people? "
The Zen master casually said, "What did I scold you?"
Su Dongpo then showed the Zen master the word "fart" recognized in the poem.
The Zen master smiled and said, "Eight winds can't blow, but a fart has passed through Jiang Lai."
Sue was speechless and quite ashamed.
"Looking at the mountain side into a peak, the distance is different." This is just a small example of Su Dongpo's understanding of meditation to a considerable extent. It can be said that Su Dongpo has basically entered the third realm of life, but he still failed to "blow the Eight Winds" or even "hit Jiang Lai" without farting. This shows that we still have a long way to go from knowing to walking, so we understand a truth-knowing.
It can be said that the stock market has gathered all the external "eight winds" interference in the world, and at the same time, the stock market has naked exposed all the internal "human nature" interference. If we really want to reach the third realm, there is no possibility of survival without "knowledge" and "Tao" Just staying at the level of "knowledge" and "Tao" without "action" and "Tao" will eventually break the blood; Only by combining "knowing" with "doing" can we make a positive result and become everyone.
The most important thing about this "line" is a dark horse with good wind.
Su Dongpo, a great writer in the Song Dynasty, was well-read and versatile. His works often reveal transcendental and intriguing Zen machines. He has a good friend outside Fo Yin, Zen Master, who is a famous monk in the Song Dynasty. Su Dongpo was very close to him and was deeply impressed.
Su Dongpo wrote a poem praising Buddha during his relegation. Ye Yue:
On the first day, the sky was clear.
Eight winds can't move, sitting on the purple lotus.
This poem, with extraordinary verve and lofty artistic conception, shows the cleverness and arrogance of Dongpo's lay man.
Su wrote this poem and immediately sent someone to cross the river for the Zen master to appreciate, hoping to get the praise of this foreign friend. I didn't know that after Jackson Fo Yin read it, he began to criticize the word "fart" and told primitive people to bring it back. When Sue saw this rude and abusive comment, she couldn't help flying into a rage and went down to the river to talk to the Zen master.
When the ship approached Jinshan Temple, Zen Master Fo Yin was standing by the river waiting for Su Dongpo. When Su Dongpo met the Zen master, he said angrily, "Zen master, we are close friends. If you don't appreciate my poetry and my practice, you just don't appreciate it. Why curse people? "
The Zen master casually said, "What did I scold you?"
Su Dongpo then showed the Zen master the word "fart" recognized in the poem.
The Zen master smiled and said, "Eight winds can't blow, but a fart has passed through Jiang Lai."
Sue was speechless and quite ashamed.
: Taibai Mountain goes to Hengqu Town early to defend the courtyard wall.
I wonder if it will open in the morning. The mountains are green and the moonlight is pale and lonely. Running around annoying stamp collectors is a disgrace to the old monk. Come back as soon as possible and remember my past.
Leave a topic to prolong life and view the small hall in the back hill
The kinder the mountain, the higher it is. Deep valley wild bird hair, fairy fine eyebrows. Nong Yu should not be ashamed of riding a phoenix, but should drive the old toad through Chang 'e, where the grass and rock flowers have no owner and the butterfly enters the curtain late.
There is a Jade Girl Cave in the east of Zhongxing Temple in Xianyou Lake, a stone reading room in Ma Rong in the south, and a bridge on Nanshan No.11 Lake, which is too dangerous to cross.
There is no mud in the clear pool, and birds sing in the valley. On Monday, I swam across the gorge, and now the Qin people are in Wulingxi. Climb the library alone to see the rock sinus, and visit the stone boudoir in Shu Xian. There is still love in the mountains. Don't fly on the ladder.
Shibicheng
At ordinary times, the Warring States is not here today, and my husband is not idle. When Beike first came to try new risks, Shu people sent Canshan here. Walking alone in the dim moonlight, worried about crossing the river. Gradually entering the southwest, the scenery changes, and the bamboo forest gurgles along the road.
Panxishi
The ink overflows and the hole pad is not warm. Wei walked up to the old man and knelt on the stone, leaving a pair of eyes. Once the baby is sophisticated, it is difficult to work hard. Travelers are lazy if you want to sleep.
namas
What are you afraid of wearing thick clothes? You can rely on more gold in the dock. After all, heroes are all the same, and a belly doesn't need a lamp.
Louguan (Qin Shihuang established Laozi Temple in Guannan, and Emperor Jinhui began to cultivate this view. )
Lying in the setting sun in front of the door, watching the world hurts. Some long-term tourists feel sad about Hui Jin, and they urge to repair the temples and learn from Qin Huang. Is the well water in Dansha Jiujiao red and white? Who burns the kitchen stove? I heard that immortals are also in the same phase, but I only doubt that Tian barbary is Geng sang.
On September 20th, Yu Di and Huai Zi wrote two poems in the light snow.
Qiyang has a light snow in September and has been depressed for many years. Send the cold anvil in a short time, and the cold official can't do anything. Parting from sorrow can dispel wine, and Qiu Lai, with white hair, has become a hairpin. Recently, I bought mink and fur, but I was so embarrassed that I suddenly thought of asking Chen Xi.
The river is full of the poem "Together", and Zheng is crying. If you fail to serve your country, you will be afraid of friends and friends. The official residence is shocked by autumn, and the temple building climbs when it sees snow. I know from a distance that under the east window of Reading Easy, horses and chariots will knock at the door.
Three songs about hearing a sick child tell him not to go to Shangzhou.
I heard that you were exempted from official business during your illness. When will you travel more? Don't know that your rank is good, and you will feel old when you are homesick. Writing books and spare time is a good idea, but it's no use going to your hometown. Only the king's city is the most secluded, and ten thousand people are hidden like the sea.
Zhang Ziwen, who is nearby, said that the businessman's pain hopes you can come. The lobbyist has a sense of shame and is straightforward. Ji Weng has been tireless for ordinary talents for a long time. Yi Yin can only take a common first name and surname, and there is no reason to distinguish between neck and cheek. The answer is not suitable for this, and it is useless to ask for exemption. (Zhang Zi, Ya Dun. )
Who knew that when you resigned, you dared to complain that you were not as good as the Qing Dynasty. Pay a glass of wine when everything goes well, and Ran Ran will be frost. Ce once hated you, but Yi forgot to worry about your family and teachers. In addition, knowing each other is more important, and dreams and souls are mixed together.
After several days of heavy snow, I didn't get up to see Guo, so I answered with poems and rhymes.
I lay in a vegetarian restaurant for ten days, kissing medicine all day. I didn't know the snow was deep, but I felt cold and helpless. The paper is ringing at the window and the eaves are falling. The Guanzhong area is covered with stone slabs. The wind and clouds are surging, helping to freeze, and the curtain is trapped in the porch. I just want to, dare not peek. When you fight inflammation, you want to lower your head and grind your teeth. Whoever sits on a cloud without a blanket still has goods full of fur. The songs of the Western Heaven are blowing around, making the seat cold and depressed. Jump into a diameter and fly into a seat. People melt first like tiles, and lie down repeatedly after drinking handsome bottles. I am lonely when I am alone and sleepy when I am empty. If you want to reward the day after tomorrow, you may fall into the dust. Cold is more rewarding, and the moon is half broken. There are guests who suffer alone, and they teach themselves silently in the clear night. Poets are poor, but they are cold and hungry. When the snowstorm was frosty, Pingfan congratulated Nie Jiao.