Song Dynasty: 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? I take my glass from a distance. 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. (Long-term work: bias)
Anshi, the head of the water tune, is in the East China Sea of China.
Song Dynasty: 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 and be brown. 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.
A gift from Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion, the head of Shuidiao Song.
Song Dynasty: 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.
Shuidiao Getou Xuzhou Mid-Autumn Festival
Song Dynasty: Su Zhe
It's been too long since we broke up. It's the seventh Mid-Autumn Festival. Last year in the East, I looked at the moon and was depressed. Unexpectedly, on the mountain of Pancheng, an ancient Bianhe River drifted. Someone incited the fun, and there was the swan goose in the swan goose.
The guests in the living room are radiant. The moon is ruthless and unwilling to stay heavy. There are drinkers tonight, and they will live on the boat tomorrow night. It's sad to be apart. I'm afraid Rainbow will, so I don't go home, so I have to go upstairs.
The water was transferred to Song Dynasty and sent to Zhang Demao and Qing Special Envoy Lu.
Song Dynasty: Chen Liang
The Northern Expedition has been going on for a long time, and all the troops in the south have gone to the Northern Expedition. People in the Jin Dynasty are still talking nonsense about talents in the Central Plains. On the spot, I stretched out my hand to turn the tide, and finally I was rewarded with a hero. The envoys of the Han nationality, like rivers, flow eastward. For the time being, go to the enemy's tent again. I will definitely make up my mind to conquer them in the future. Next time I am with the benefactor, I will be in this country belonging to the great Song Dynasty.
It is the city of Tang Yao, the land of Yushun, and the land of enfeoffment. Among them, there should be a half-ashamed vassal to defend the country. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are filled with the spirit of nomads in the Jin Dynasty, the heroic spirit of patriots in previous dynasties, and the great resistance to Dae Eui Kim. When will it be unimpeded? There is no need to ask about the fate of the gold people, and the motherland will shine in the sky like a bright sun.
Mid-Autumn Festival with Water Tune
Song Dynasty: Mi Fei
The sound of air blowing on the anvil is urgent, and cricket thinks of high autumn. I just look at the scenery instead of learning from Song Yu. It is a great pleasure to clean up the bleak situation and pay the price. It has its own sentimental place, and the bright moon hangs on the South Tower.
Distressed, across the embankment, with long rhyme. On a sunny night, lend me this place to pour gold. Lovely scenery of a day, leaning on twelve, if the universe floats. Drunk and sleepy, I don't know how to wake up.
Shui Diao ge tou ni ni er NV fish
Song Dynasty: 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.