Su Shi's poem describing chrysanthemums: To Liu Jingwen Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Su Shi There is no rain cover when the lotuses are gone, but there are still proud frost branches among the chrysanthemums.
You must remember that the good times of the year are the time of orange and green.
Su Shi's poems describing chrysanthemums: Catching locusts to Fuyunling Mountains, tired from walking, and pregnant with children, two poems by my younger brother. The second dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Su Shi The frosty wind is approaching the Double Ninth Festival, and the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums by the stream is shining. . After a long journey in the abandoned mountains, I am still tired and tired, but I can still dance drunkenly in the village and soak in the waves. Sleeping alone in the forest has a good dream, but looking back on the world is full of sorrows. After killing the horse and destroying the chariot, he passed away. Where did the son come from to ask about Xingzang?
Su Shi's poem describing chrysanthemums: Shaobian·Bending one's waist for rice. Name of poem: Shaobian|Dynasty: Song Dynasty|Author: Su Shi's poems about chrysanthemums.
When you return, who will not send you back?
I feel that everything in the past is not what it is now.
Lu Weixi.
Zheng Fu pointed out the way back, and children laughed and chatted in front of the door.
Alas, the old chrysanthemums are all barren, and the new pines are dark and old. This has been the case in my year.
But the small window is closed.
Watch Gu Yun Hongfei at dusk with a stick.
The clouds appear unintentionally, and the birds return when they are tired. It is not intentional.
Oops!
Come back and come back.
I forget myself and the world now.
There is no idle talk among relatives, but there is real flavor in the piano book.
The green foothills are rugged, the river is graceful, and the spring water trickles in the dark valley.
Looking at the flourishing vegetation, I feel like I am secluded, and my journey in life has come to an end.
Think about how long it will take you to return to the inner world.
Unconsciously, what does the emperor want?
It’s up to me to decide who will stay or leave.
Where is the immortal knowledge? Wealth is not my ambition.
But I know that when I climb a mountain near the water and chant songs, I will drink from the cup and get drunk.
There is no doubt about destiny in this life.
Ride the current and stop when you encounter obstacles.
Su Shi's poems describing chrysanthemums: Catching locusts to Fuyunling Mountains, tired from walking, pregnant with children, two poems by my younger brother. Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Su Shi The smoke from the west fills the emptiness, and it is worse than the rain that spreads all over the autumn fields. In the new era of Qingping, there is such a thing. When you are old, you will be poor. No one can complain about the meat in a bird's mouth, and it is difficult to send a letter with a dog to remember my brother. Self-smiling and pedantic are all like this, and they are just like locusts who want to deal with them. The frosty wind is approaching the Double Ninth Festival, and the wild chrysanthemums by the stream are shining brightly. After a long journey in the abandoned mountains, I am still tired and tired, but I can still dance drunkenly in the village and soak in the waves. Sleeping alone in the forest has a good dream, but looking back on the world, there are many sorrows. Killing horses, destroying chariots, and passing away, where did the son come from to ask about the hiding place?
Su Shi's poem describing chrysanthemums: With Wang Jinqing Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Su Shi Mr. Su Shi drank from Dongpo and danced alone without belonging. At that time, there was a bright moon, and three feet faced each other. Drunk among the grass thorns, do not poison the insects or scorpions. Wake up and send the geese home, and send them a thousand-mile sight. I feel regretful that I am pregnant with my son, and I will not be able to get enough after traveling and eating for a long time. If you want to add the word "meal" to the book, you will see the swan flying in the west. It is said that the words are soothing, but they are not enough to save the ditch. My life is like sending a message to my ears, what a blessing and misfortune. It's better to forget each other and forget about yesterday's dream. I feel free to submit a letter and return to Laohushanqu. He plowed two hectares of land and planted trees for ten years. Little did he know that his old eyes looked at the golden lotus candle. The young master also survived and was still divided into governor Shizhu. There is a certain distinction between the wise and the foolish, and I will keep the corpse in a bottle to give blessings. The article He Zuyun said, "Executive skills and other medical divination." When the imperial court looked to the west, the Qiang captives were still arrogant. I know the Double Ninth Festival wine from afar, the white feathers fall off the yellow chrysanthemums. Xianjun is a real general, and he can be superficial and angry. Why should I ask for a long tassel and fight in Hehuang?
Su Shi's poems describing chrysanthemums: Seven Poems by He Tao Poor Person·Who calls Yuan Ming poor? Dynasty: Song Dynasty|Author: Su Shi Who calls Yuan Ming poor still has a plain piano. The mind is free and the hands are at ease, sending this infinite sound. Jiachen's love is heavy, and Fangju is looking for it. The sparse towel sighs and the Lord Chen laughs and pours his empty cup. Suddenly he was paid 20,000 yuan, and Yan Shengliang was rich enough. Send him to the restaurant urgently, don't go against the old man's will.
Su Shi's poem describing chrysanthemums: Bingzi Chongjiujiu Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Su Shi After three years of miasma on the sea, Yueqiao is truly my home. Climb the mountain for the ninth time, the wild chrysanthemums have not yet bloomed in autumn. There are only yellow grass roots growing in the rows. The wine tillers are poisonous, as sweet and sour as pear hawthorns. Why is it that the neighbor offers frogs and snakes from a bottle? He also resorts to force to get drunk, and his joyful songs are mixed with sorrowful sighs. This year is a bad year, and I am as stiff as a tangled mess. Although I am healthy at this meeting, the strong wind is blowing the morning glow. Make me like the frosty moon, a lonely light hanging in the sky. I don’t want to go to the West Lake, and the tomb tree calls like jackdaws. When you are in a desperate situation, you don’t choose friends, and the passing of time is like clouds. The remaining sons, whoever is plural, sit and read the two envoys. ***Drink in the last hall, looking down at the autumn water lines. This water and this person are chasing each other. Everyone takes a rest when they grow old, and creation sighs and works hard. It's so good that in this festival, I don't hesitate to share it with my son. Why entertain my guests? The fish are swimming in the clear water. The navy has three hundred fingers, and the iron net is trying to hide the group. Although it is quick to get a lot, it is especially joyful to buy and release. This joy is truly immortal. I will return to work next year.