Xie Dezhai has a new structure and a beautiful scenery. The Sage Group will reduce the number of meetings in Yin Shan, and the beginning will be heard at the beginning. The water threshold won't last long, and the court will turn into dirt. Allen's poems are full of thoughts, and he dreamed of the pond during the day. -Tang Dynasty: "Xu Xuan and Wang Shuzi sent people to their brothers to build a new pavilion in Jianzhou"
3, the Lord is like the spring of all things, and the little minister dies secretly. It's even more tiring to pay off debts after a hundred years. Buried bones are green hills, and rain alone hurts the body. It is more important to be brothers with you for life. -Su Shi's "Two Poems to Send a Son to Prison"
4. Life knows what it looks like everywhere. It should be like flying in the snow mud: fingers and claws occasionally stay in the mud, and Hong Fei flies back and forth. The old monk is dead and has become a new tower. There is no reason to look at the old topic with a broken wall. I still remember that rugged past, when people on the road were sleepy and hissing. -Su Shi's nostalgia for Mianchi's Harmony
5. When will there be a bright moon? 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 to find out what shadows look like on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done. 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. -Su Shi, "When is the bright moon?
Translation:
When did the bright moon begin to appear? I raised my glass and asked the distant sky. I don't know the date of the palace in heaven. I want to ride the breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid that the buildings built by Meiyu can't stand the cold of nine days. Dancing under the moon and enjoying the clear shadows is not like on the earth.
The moon revolves around the scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. Mingyue shouldn't have any resentment against people, should she? Why is it round when people are gone? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon changes from sunny to sunny. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. I only hope that all the relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy this beautiful moonlight.
Creation background
This word was written by the author during the Mid-Autumn Festival in Song Shenzong on 1076 (the ninth year of Xining). The preface before the word explains the process of writing the word: "Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, drunk with joy. I am pregnant for this article. " Su Shi begged for freedom and served as an official everywhere because of his different political views from Wang Anshi, a political reformer in power. He once asked to be transferred to a place near Su Zhe to be an official, so that his brothers could get together more. In A.D. 1074 (the seventh year of Xining), Su Shi knew Mizhou. After arriving in Michigan, this wish still cannot be realized. On the Mid-Autumn Festival in 1076, the moon was in the sky and Yin Hui was everywhere. After the poet and his younger brother Su Zhe broke up, they haven't been reunited for seven years. At this moment, the poet is facing a bright moon, and his heart is full of ups and downs, so he wrote this famous article with the strength of wine.
2. That poem about caring for my brother is nothing more than for my own heart, my own heart.
I would like to dedicate this to the acquaintance and acquaintance of previous lives, and also to the blue Aegean Sea in my heart. -Inscription 1 Brother, life is like a short trip. The place I want to go is far away, but brother, I'm not sure at all. Why do the days pass in such a hurry? I didn't even have time to look at the pride of the grass, the pain of the flowers and the sadness of the moon. You know, I'm afraid that the sunset will never come again, and I'm afraid that night and night will haunt my delicate two-legged brother like long grass. I want you to talk to me all the time. We can't sleep. You know the last thing I want is to let go of each other's hands in the boundless darkness. How helpless you are, brother, you take me away. Blink of an eye is nothingness. You know I don't want to let go of each other's hands in the boundless darkness. How helpless I am. Second brother, you are on the horizon, dreaming of the ancient willow by the Sanggan River and the stone bench under it. Yesterday, you ate grass by the river and sang with the big mouth of a white horse. But tonight, there is only the moon by the river and only the stars in the Sanggan River. There is no you by the river, and there is no brother white horse. I am alone by the river, driving the grass to the horizon and going to your new cabin by the Hulan River. I hope sunshine and dew grow on every grass tip. I sat on the dew and watched your brother put his horse by the river. The grass is singing happily in the big mouth of the white horse. Brother, the past is dark. I know there is no decent way back to the intersection where we waved yesterday. The future is also dark. I know I'm not their will, but they are mine. I don't have an honest promise to give to my brother tomorrow. Life is like three points. Yesterday, today and tomorrow are all going back and forth between these three points. I don't want to go back. I don't expect anything. I just want to be with you. Today we spread out and took a walk with four brothers. Time flies, and in winter we will walk out of sight with eyelashes lightly. Our story is chasing the sun, and happiness is in your hands. Brother who has been hiding for so many years, you said that snow is a candle on your fingertips, and the flowers in May are warm and uneasy. Our garden can grow happiness and sadness. We call together, calling out the sweetness and smiling face of peaches. The light and care of this spring will not let go of my five brothers. When I miss you, I will sing and let the breeze penetrate my loneliness. I will stand at a certain time and listen to the sound of Hulan River walking in the sky, brother. You have to wait for me, I have exhausted the stops I want to reach in my life. You must gather up my tired long hair for me, and you will understand my happiness. My tears fall in the dream every night, in the distant border town, and the moonlight is silent. Then, let the sun catch our dream of Chun Xue and swim towards your eyes until I am old. Green came to my brother from the south, just as I stared at your eyes and my heart was like a cloud in the wind, and I was at a loss before I left. All flowers should stand up and provoke your eyes to see all the curved days. The details of a love song are enough to move my skeleton brother. You go back the same way. On the day when you left, I shed tears in your deep footwell. I drive to the rose, to the mountain full of heartbreak. Brother 7, there are wheat fields and rape fields on the moon. With you, I often say something unspeakable to them at midnight, to myself and to your Leng Xue. The stars have all gone home. I wrote some sad words, full of days when you were away, brother. I'm tired after all this time. Look at that tree. It stopped in time and shook off all its leaves. In the warm sunshine, it has no strength to lift its shadow brother. Who is holding time by the throat? Everything is quiet, quiet and there is no wind. Brother, waiting for the flowers and fireflies in July to be white, looking up at the golden color in October, the aging in fairy tales, brother, you may not believe that Qinchuan is not long in 800 miles, and it is really ridiculous that you didn't sell your soul. Survival is the only thing. What can I get for a paper ticket? What are the withered clouds and flowers saying to the streamer? Your or my heartbeat drops, and the mud under your toes is full of loneliness. Twisted water drowned the morning, sunshine and hope. If I can't bear to stay away and linger strongly with the flowing moonlight, brother, please call my name when you think of me. The universe is boundless and the stars are beautiful, but brother, our blood is boiling, but we have to bid farewell to death and become a vast forest. The greenway has gone, and the birds are getting old. No matter how kind we face it, we can't find a world to look up or down. A handful of earth is as sweet as Buddha's merciful brother. If I can't think of me with you again, please call my name gently. Look at the stars in the sky. Shiny 10 brother, how weak we are. When the wind blows, we don't know where home is. The firewood, trees and seedlings in front of the smoke are so light that the green radish on the windowsill can't stand the sun for no reason. So pure, like love without flowers and results, so persistent and beautiful to my brother. We refused to grow, so that the sickle in the cross section could not support the huge sky. When the sun goes in and out of my brother alone, we dive into the water, and the singing or lyrical moonlight will sneak in quietly, eavesdropping on the crimson breathing shadow. The west wind sticks to the water and cries all over the world. Wrinkles 1 1 Life is the color of snowflakes, and a wanton middle color covers the moonlight. Even if it is dark, even the floating wind brother is pink, light yellow, light green and tall. Life is no longer short, we should seize the permission of birds to sing this spring. Life approaches a poem in the color of snowflakes, and falls in the palm in the shape of snowflakes, as if cutting off the seasonal kiss of wintersweet, the prosperous brothers in spring and summer, the blood in the chest and the surging language. I want to talk about the color of snowflakes, the way snowflakes fall into life, 12, how to distinguish between living and dead brothers, and who is responsible for waking up and falling asleep between eyes closed. At any time, the wind that inhabits the brow and wanders in the city and countryside does not need to turn back. It must have taken something. Sitting in the fog and darkness, there is no direction. Should I cry like a child who has lost his mother?
I miss my brother's poems. I know where my brother climbed. There is a man missing from the dogwood.
Guangdong, far away from home, the sleepless Asian Games City; A remnant cloud covers jathyapple, and half a pool of clear water reflects the cold star;
Dreams are thoughts, and they will always be the second eldest brother; Inextricably cut, full of brotherhood;
My second brother said goodbye for fifteen years, and the older I get, the more I miss him. The past is like yesterday's memory, full of tears.
My parents raised my five brothers, who have gone through a hundred years of vicissitudes; The eldest brother and the second brother look after the house, and the third brother takes the children to play;
Unexpectedly, my second brother is ill now and has gone to Beijing for surgery. Parting brothers once gathered in Jiyuan City to talk;
Agree to return at the full moon without worrying about companionship; Unexpected disasters happen, and a bolt from the blue is a disaster;
Brothers are broken, brothers' souls are broken in Wukesong; Tears spilled two thousand miles in Beijing and Henan, holding my brother a piece of ice;
From then on, Kyoto did not dare to look forward to it, only the family sacrifice called the bear; The unburned heart of paper ash has been broken, and there are sour pains;
Look up at the west, can't stop looking, close your eyes and sigh; Every grass and tree is complaining, and birds are moaning;
Every time I shed tears, I often sit alone and feel hurt; Sometimes, I miss my brother's tears;
I am proud of my brother's stubbornness, but I am intolerant and disrespectful of his words and deeds; Accompanied for decades, my brother didn't complain or scowl;
My brother is knowledgeable and writes well, and my brother is heavy and humble; My brother is loyal and filial, and my brother covers the sky;
I have something to ask you today. do you want to hear them? I have materials for my brother to write. Can you send them to my dream?
I want to hear my brother talk about Sui and Tang Dynasties, and I want to learn from my brother He Xianggong. I want to have dinner with my brother and smell his laughter.
Now the world is facing each other, and brothers are separated by hundreds of thousands of miles; Brother and brother watch together, but they can't make a sound;
My brother was inseparable, but he was separated by Yin and Yang for nine thousand years. My brother left without saying a word, leaving only resentment all over the sky;
Brother's brother has tears in his eyes, his intestines are broken and his liver is cracked. I want to talk to my brother often. I hope the stars are sparse and the moon is hazy.
Seeing each other in the middle of the night and complaining about the short dream, the chicken will hate the morning; Brothers are connected by their hands and feet, which hurts the muscles and bones, and the separation of flesh and blood hurts;
Angrily asked the jade emperor that he was unscrupulous and hated injustice; How can the kingdom of heaven do heartless things? How can you be jealous of talents?
It is difficult for brothers to meet each other and break brotherhood; The long night is endless, and my brother is in tears;
The second brother is filial to his parents and his elder brother Weng; But in the cycle of heaven and earth, the fourth brother will bow down to your brother!