Ding Fengbo Su Shi
Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest,
Why not sing and walk slowly?
Bamboo poles and sandals are lighter than horses.
Who's scared? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The cold spring breeze woke me up, a little cold.
The hillside is sloping, but it is pleasant.
Looking back on this desolate place,
Go home, no rain or shine.
Pimp a butterfly
Liu Yong (Northern Song Dynasty)
Looking at the rain, the clouds were broken, quietly looking at Qiu Guang.
The bleak evening scene made Song Yu sad.
The wind is light, the apple is old, the moon is cold and the leaves are yellow.
Emotional distress. Where is the old friend, the smoke is boundless.
Unforgettable cocktail party, several lonely moons, and repeated star frost.
The sea is vast and the mountains are far away. I don't know where Xiaoxiang is!
Reading Shuang Yan's hard-to-trust letters, returning home at dusk with no knowledge.
Look at each other in the dark. In the sound of the broken rainbow, the sunset stands.