Su Shi's Shuidiao Poems

Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, the song of water tune.

Su Shi

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 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 and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. (what: when; Afraid of another work: only/afraid)

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 has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. 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.

An Shi of the East China Sea Water Diversion Song Head

Su Shi

Last year, I was in Wu Dong, and I wrote a message of "Water Tune Songs". This year, Xiangzi lived in Pengmen for more than 100 days and celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival. This song is farewell. I think his words are too sad, but it's for peace. It means to take not leaving early as a warning, and to comfort the cloud with the joy of retreating.

An Shi is in the East China Sea, engaged in temple shock autumn. Middle-aged relatives and friends are hard to say goodbye, and silk and bamboo are late to leave. Once successful, the plan will go east to the sea and help the sick to enter Xizhou. Elegant trapped porch, hate to send Cangzhou.

It's the end of the year, so be sure to plan ahead, brown skin. It is better to stay overnight than to travel thousands of miles in your hometown. When I am drunk, I am one with you. When I am drunk, I need your help, but I can forget my worries about alcohol. A Liu Xuande, lying in a tall building.

"Water tunes the song, Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion presents Zhang Lisi"

Author: Su Shi

The sunset lifted the embroidered curtains and looked out, the pavilions and blue sky under the river, the sunset and pavilions in the distance, and the endless space. In order for me to come, you specially painted the windows with bright red paint. This reminds me of the time when I was in Pingshan House, leaning against the pillow, enjoying the misty rain in the south and looking at the horizon in the distance. Today, we saw the scene in front of us, and we realized that the scenery on the mountain was hidden as described by Ouyang, an old alcoholic.

The endless water surface is crystal clear, reflecting the green shadow of the mountains. Suddenly, the river was rough, and a fisherman was sailing in the wind and waves. Seeing this, I can't help but think of Song Yu's Song Yu. It is impossible for such a ridiculous person to understand that the wind in Zhuangzi is the voice of nature, saying that the wind has a daughter. As a matter of fact, as long as a person has the noble spirit of ambition and wisdom, he can be poised in any occasion and enjoy the infinite comfort of thousands of miles.

Mink head ni ni children's language

Author: Su Shi

Ouyang Wenzhong asked Yu, "Which piano poem is the best? It is best to listen to Qin Shi's poems during the retreat. Gong Yue: This poem is the most beautiful, but not listening to the piano, but listening to the pipa. I have a deep understanding of this. Play the sword and pipa well, and ask for lyrics. If I don't do it for a long time, I will take the word back and take a little concealment, so as to keep the rhythm and leave the clouds behind.

Close children talk and the lights are dim at night. Hatred and resentment come and go, tears come and go. Suddenly, he became a magnificent warrior, full of enthusiasm, a thousand miles away. Looking back at dusk, the clouds are far away, and the flying catkins stir the green ghosts.

Of all the birds, the real phoenix is the only one that doesn't sing. Climb up step by step, and find the light when you fall down. The wind and rain between my fingers stuffed ice and charcoal in my intestines, so I couldn't sit up straight. Pushing hands from home, no tears and no inclination.