Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi, Hunting in Mizhou" and "Jiang Chengzi, Remembering Dreams"
Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi, Hunting in Mizhou"
I am chatting like a teenager. He holds the yellow on the left, holds the blue on the right, wears a brocade hat and mink fur, and rides on thousands of horses.
In order to repay the favor, I followed the prefect, shot tigers myself, and watched Sun Lang.
The wine is in full swing and the chest is still open. It doesn’t matter if there’s a little frost on the temples! In the cloud of holding the knot, when will Feng Tang be sent?
I can draw the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.
Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi's Dreams on the Twentieth Night of the First Month of Yi Mao"
Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.