Among them, I think the most beautiful is Su Shi's "Lingang Fairy Night Returning to Lingao". I was drunk after drinking Dongpo at night, and it seemed to be the third night when I came back. The child is short of breath. You shouldn't even knock on the door, but lean on your cane and listen to the sound of the river. The dragon hates that this body is not mine, so forget the camp. The night was calm and the lines were flat. Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.
The daffodils by the river return to Lin Gao at night.
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I was sober after drinking in Dongpo at night, and then I got drunk. When I came back, it was nearly midnight, and I heard my footman snoring like thunder; I knocked at the door, but no one answered. What can I do except lean on my cane and listen to the repetition of the river?
I have always regretted that I am not my own master. When can I ignore the buzzing up and down? In the silent night, the breeze quivered on the ripples of the river. From now on, I will disappear with my boat; I will spend the rest of my life at sea.