The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to?
The original text of the storm:
On March 7th, it was raining on Hu Sha Road. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, so just pretend to be like this.
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
Author information: Su Shi (1037 ~1kloc-0/01) died at the age of 64, also known as Su Dongpo. In the Southern Song Dynasty, he was named "Dongpo layman" and given a surname to chase posthumous title's "Wenzhong" and Meizhou Meishan (that is,
Don't listen to the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves through the Woods. It doesn't hurt to whistle while singing and walk slowly. A bamboo pole and a pair of sandals are lighter than riding. What are you afraid of? In this misty rain, I just want to be a fisherman in hemp fiber and hat and spend my life. Some cold spring breeze woke me up, but the sunset on the mountain came to meet me. Recalling the cold wind and rain along the way, although it has been attacked by countless storms, whatever, go home! But you can live a quiet and stable life.
I will find what you lack.
Yongyule Jingkou Gu Bei Pavilion Nostalgia
Throughout the ages, heroes can't find Sun Zhongmou. Dancing in the pavilion, singing on the platform, wind and rain always blow away romantic feelings. Sunset is a grass pavilion, where ordinary strangers and humanitarian slaves once lived. Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground! However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there is a crow club drum under the beaver temple. Who asked: Lian Po is too old to eat?
★ Niannujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia (reciting the full text) Su Shi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
spiritual song
Deng healthy Yangxin pavilion
Chutian is thousands of miles away in the clear autumn,
Water goes with the sky, and autumn is endless.
Looking into the distance,
Offer sorrow and hatred,
Hairpin bun
Sunset tower,
In the sound of broken rainbows,
And my homesick wanderer in the south
See Wu Gou,
Shoot the pillar dry,
No one will, board the plane.
Don't say bass is terrible,
Are the west wind and the seasonal eagle back?
Asking for fields and homes,
Afraid of shame,
Liu Lang is brilliant.
Unfortunately, time flies,
Sadness and rain,
Trees are so!
Who to call for money,
Greensleeves with the red scarf,
Hero tears!