Su Shi's Poems in Hangzhou: Self-exile between the New Party and the Old Party.

On the lake in Chu Qing after the rain.

Su Shi

The water is bright and clear,

It's rainy in the mountains.

In order to compare the West Lake with the West Lake,

Heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate.

A drunken book in Wang Hu building

Su Shi

Dark clouds can't hide the mountains.

Bai Yu jumped into the boat.

The wind comes and blows away,

Overlooking the lake, the water is like the sky.

Pan-West Lake at night

Su Shi

Water is infinite,

Lotus flowers are very fragrant at night.

Gradually, the lights came out of the temple in the distance.

Look at the lake in the dark of the moon.

Open west lake

Su Shi

Great men don't expect much, but they will enjoy themselves.

Let the turtles and fish return to green and clean, and be willing to let Xiao Wei stop the slope ahead.

Once a good thing can be inherited, a 100-foot cliff can still be ground.

The stars in the sky are also happy, and the golden waves are bathed in the moonlight.

The second song Zhao's new prejudice against the West Lake is a quatrain.

Drinking immortals in spring water in a pot,

Riding a crane in the east is lonely.

And Zhao Chen and LiGuo,

It is better to cross the lake by boat.

Re-rhyme Zhao Kai West Lake.

Don't be poor, hungry people escape from the mud.

I want to make a hundred blasphemies last forever, and I won't make the stone worry.

Although the West Lake is small and west, it is clear and rich.

Thousands of people spare no effort to open three doors, and the horns are connected to the Huaihe River.

Ten years of withered dust hole, blue ring washed away, crying empty.

Wang Sun has his own immortal bones and lived in Mingguang Palace all his life.

Frontline officials are ignorant, just like the beginning of the cloud.

Water shines on ice and snow, not autumn wind.

The beard is fixed, but it leads to two orioles, and the new dragon opens the mind.

Chengjun Lake belongs to Dish, and the snuff has been covered with hairpin worms.

(Give Ying people a hard time, beg ten thousand people to leave the Yellow River, build ditches in China, and inform them by letter. Because spare no effort to manage this lake. )

The first song of Lingyin was given to Tang Dynasty (a query on Wen's moving Lingyin Temple to be the first song of Lingyin)

Before Lingyin, after Tianzhu, two streams spring to carve.

I don't know where the water came from and jumped into the valley like thunder.

Ruthless and unpredictable, I would like to linger under the cold spring pavilion.

I have been in Qiantang for 600 days, and it is not warm in the mountains for the time being.

Now you have to be a spiritual hermit, and clothes and grass follow the monks and vegetables.

Can manage a cold spring for a hundred days, without twenty-four books.

Zhu Ting and Ouyang Shubi drink, and Ji Mo presents Zhao Jingzuo and Chen.

(The title is "Drinking West Lake with Ouyang Shubi Brothers" for Zhao Jingzuo and Chen)

I am in a hurry at the end of the year and have nothing to do.

Drunk drinking the West Lake is late, and the pace turns to Zhu Beichang.

Sitting on the ground is slightly less long, which means there is no ridge.

I have long known that wheat is green, and I like elm willow yellow a little.

Ang, ang, spring is budding, and it is love to be young at night.

Gulls and herons in the water are quiet, and the moon is foggy with rosin.

The scene caresses and sends tenderness, and people are heavy and desolate.

No veterans, sitting thinking about two Ouyang.

I mean to be an elk, and you are also a talented person.

This meeting is difficult for a long time, and this joy cannot be forgotten.

Send Xiangyang to engage Li Youliang back to Qiantang.

I have lived in Hangzhou for five years. I am from Hangzhou.

Therefore, the mountain has no fixed place and wants to be adjacent to the West Lake.

Fertile land is not difficult to buy. Who are you related to?

The bearded Zhang is detached, and the old man is peerless.

Li Zibing is beautiful in appearance and pure in writing.

It's enough to go back to the threesome.

The public dike will not be converted into a new dike, and the old embankment will be opened.

The dream goes with the child, and the pine flowers fall off the towel.

The first one is the most famous.