Sue's love poems, not bad.

1, the mountain is full of sorrow, and Ji Youhua. If you don't see your son, you will see madness. There is Youlong in the mountains, but not a child, but a cunning child. -from the pre-Qin period: anonymous "The National Wind Zheng Fengshan has a Fu Su"

Interpretation of oral language: there are rich and powerful folk customs on the mountain and beautiful lotus flowers in the pool. I have never seen a handsome man, but I have met such an arrogant person. There are standing pine trees on the mountain and clusters of water Hong in the pool. I didn't treat my son like a good man, but I met you, a sly little boy.

2. Grass grows on Su Xiting, and people rely on the spring breeze. Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms. -From the Tang Dynasty: Dai Shulun's Su Xi Ting

Interpretation of spoken language: The Suxi Pavilion is overgrown with weeds, and it is the late spring season. In "Spring Breeze", who is the figure like "Xizhou Song"? Swallows haven't returned to their nests, and the beautiful spring scenery is almost over. The misty rain covered a sandbar, and the apricot flowers in the chilly east wind also lost the bright sunshine on a sunny day, which looked terrible.

3, thousands of storms do not remember Su. Thousands of chariots galloped on the snowy and sunny river. But it enriches me and makes me sad. Green sleeves cling to the wind and lingering catkins, and red lips are rotten and drunk. Your majesty, ah, pliers and cream whiskers. -From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "The Wind and Waves in Huanxisha Don't Remember Su"

Interpretation of spoken language: I only remember that it was windy last night, but I don't remember when I woke up. I watched the snow fall in the river last night. I thought there would be a bumper harvest of wheat this year and next year. As long as people are full, I'm not worried. The female music forest stands against the wind, the snowflakes flying around it are like catkins, and the red lips drinking nectar are as cruel as cherries. I felt my white beard before the feather.