Su Shi's "Mink Head-When Is the Bright Moon": People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine.
Su Shi's Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong: Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three liang, and the duck prophet warms the spring river.
Su Shi inscribed Xilinbi: I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain. I am in this mountain.
Su Shi's dragon boat crossed the Chunjiang River, lying down and watching the emerald red building rise.
In the clouds, the smile is high, and the beauty is half drunk.
Dangerous columns mourn strings, colorful songs ring, and clouds linger around the water.
I miss my old friend's boss, and my romantic life has not diminished. I look back alone, in the smoke.
Pushing the pillow is lost, and the river is empty and thousands of miles away.
Wuhu heard that the ship was going home, and it was still carrying Chinese calligraphy.
Yunmeng Zhou Nan, the south bank of Wuchang, should remember the past trip.
Looking forward to seeing me in a passionate dream is also uneven.
Su Shi is full of vanity and meager profit, so he is very busy.
The cause of fame and fortune is not necessarily strong, and the loser is not necessarily weak.
Hurry up, throw off the shackles, indulge yourself and be carefree while you are idle.
Even if it's only a hundred years, I'll get drunk and run 36000 yards.
Think about it.
How much can there be, sorrow and wind and rain, half of which hinder each other.
What's the point? Write a short story about death.
It is better to face the breeze and bright moon, take moss as a mattress and high clouds as a screen, and live quietly.
Jiangnan is good, thousands of glasses of wine, and a song is full of fragrance.
Su Shi's bright moon asked for wine in the sky.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
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 out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
There should be no hate, and nothing can be done.
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.
Su Shi missed the River of No Return, a romantic figure who wanders around the world.
To the west of the humanistic base camp is Chibi in Zhou Lang, the Three Kingdoms.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
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 black silk scarf, laughing, strong Lu ashes.
The old country is falling, and you should laugh when you are affectionate. I was born early.
The world is like a dream, a statue is still on the moon.
Su Shi's Magnolia has lost the breadth of first frost.
Listen to whispers and swallow.
Beauty still sings drunken songs, like an electric eraser for forty-three years.
Autumn dew is dripping on the grass.
Three, five, Ying Ying, two, eight.
I am the same person as Yu, but the West Lake is the end of the month.
Su Shi's Xijiang Wenyue Road Phoenix belt is not as good as one person.
Ye Xiang knows who to burn with.
Look at the water and smoke.
The clouds are green before the wind blows, and the jade face is drunk and red tide.
Don't teach me to spend a miserable night.
The moon and the beauty.
The fisherman in Su Shi's works is proud and charming.
Yingying has no reason to say water.
Look at the blue sky and sunset.
Nowhere to find.
Dream back to grass and spring.
Birds are scattered like rain.
Zhou Tingping is old and fragrant.
Mingyue does housework affectionately.
But take it.
Qing Guangchang sent someone back.
Su Shi's son from Nanxiangzi can't get to Xiegongtai.
The moon is in the sky, and the breeze is cool.
Where did the bearded grandson go? Start over.
Short Li is more talented.
Autumn is gradually destroying.
Huang Yingying glasses in the yard.
Look at peach blossoms, spring and February, and fight for it.
It's all Liu Lang's failure.
Where does Su Shi's Nanxiangzi lean?
A tall building with a string tube is a full moon.
Wan Li, Hu Die's dream home, still exists.
When you get old, you will be strong and forgive yourself.
Mirror borrows beauty.
It is necessary to compare the world with dreams.
Candles are half-caged gold and jade, and they have more apertures.
Embroidery was burned and slept alone.
Green cymbals were opened on the ancient bank of Su Shi's Nangezi, and the new canal took the blue stream.
I will visit all the buildings.
I remember that he helped to build roads and entered Xizhou.
It's rainy in the solar terms, and I send Ye Zhou for the rest of my life.
Only water chestnut and chicken head.
There are even thousands of months. I'll stay for a while.
Su Shi described the night tour of Chengtian Temple, which was as empty as water and full of bamboo and cypress.