These are the representative works of Su Shi's graceful poems -
Die Lianhua
The flowers have faded to red, green and apricot. When swallows fly, green water surrounds people. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world. There is a swing inside the wall and a road outside the wall. There are pedestrians outside the wall, and beautiful women and grass inside the wall. The swing in the wall and the road in the wall. There are pedestrians outside the wall, but there are no beautiful women inside the wall. The laughter gradually becomes quieter and quieter, but the sentimental one is annoyed by the ruthlessness.
Shuilongyin
Ciyun Zhang Zhifu Yang Laoci
It seems like a flower but not a flower, and no one cherishes it. Leaving home on the road, thinking is ruthless and thoughtful. The lingering damage to the soft intestines makes the delicate eyes want to open but also close. The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, but is still called by the oriole. Don’t hate this flower. It’s three parts of spring beauty, two parts of dust, and one part of flowing water. If you look closely, you can see that they are not Yanghua, but the tears of Li Ren.
Congratulations to the bridegroom
The milk swallows fly to the beautiful house, no one is around, the pagoda shade turns to noon, and the new bath is cool in the evening. The raw silk and white round fan is made in the hand, and the fan hand looks like jade for a moment. Gradually sleepy and lean, sleep alone and mature. Who is pushing the embroidery door outside the curtain? It is in vain to teach people to dream of breaking the Yaotai song, but it is the wind that knocks the bamboo. The pomegranate is half-vomited and the red scarf is frowning. When all the flowers and flowers are gone, I will be alone with you. If you look carefully at the bright branches of the crops, your heart will be as heavy as a bundle, but you are afraid of being frightened by the autumn wind. If you wait for Xingjun to come here, you can't bear to touch the wine in front of the flowers. ***Pink tears, two rustles.
Ruan Lang returns in early summer
The green locust trees and tall willow trees swallow new cicadas. Xunfeng first entered the string. The water under the blue screen window was filled with smoke. The sound of chess frightened me into sleeping during the day. After the light rain, the lotuses turn. The pomegranate flowers are blooming. The delicate hand of the jade basin makes clear the spring. The pearls are broken but round.
Huanxisha Spring Love
The word Dao is delicate and painful, but it has not yet been fulfilled. The dream of Spring Pavilion is sentimental, and the green servant girl is in love with spring in the morning. The colorful rope is light and long, taking advantage of the swallows, sleeping under the red window but not hearing the orioles. The weather is close to Qingming Festival.
Jiang Chengzi
Remembering a dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if they meet, they should not know each other: their faces are covered with dust and their temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window, looking at each other without saying anything, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken heart will occur every year: on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
Huanxi Sha
The vast expanse of wind and waves does not remember Su, and the snow is clear and thousands of carts of wheat are on the river. But it makes me feel full and sad. The green sleeves lean against the wind and linger in the catkins. The red lips are rotten with wine. He tweezed his frosty beard in front of him.
Xijiang Moon Plum Blossom
The jade bones are filled with sorrow and mist, and the ice posture has its own fairy wind. When the sea fairy is here, I will explore the fragrant bushes and hang a green-haired phoenix upside down. Plain face often looks too pink, and lipstick does not fade away after washing makeup. Gao Qing has chased the dawn sky, and does not dream of pear blossoms.
Reduced word magnolia
On the night of February 15th, I had a drink with Zhao Delin in the Star Hall
The light of the fragrant mash was dancing in the spring pavilion at noon. Walking around the corridor, half-fallen plum blossoms are fragrant. The light smoke and mist are a place for young people to have fun. Not like the autumn light. I only care about people who are away from me.
Jiang Chengzi
The same poem as Zhang Xian on the lake
It started to clear up after rain in Fenghuang Mountain. The water and wind are clear and the sunset is bright. A hibiscus bloomed over Shang Yingying. Where did the twin egrets fly? If you wish, I admire Pingting, and suddenly I hear mourning kites being played on the river. Who can listen to my bitter feelings? The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised. I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it, but no one can see it, and the peaks are green.
Youth Travel in Runzhou
We saw each other off last year. We were in Yuhang for a long time, and the flying snow was like poplar flowers. This spring is over, the poplar flowers are like snow, but they have not returned home yet. The wine rolling curtain invites the bright moon, and the wind reveals the window screen. Just like Da'e pity the two swallows. It is clearly illuminated and the painted beam is slanted.