From entering Beijing for the exam to leaving Beijing, Confucianism dominated Su Shi's life path.
In literature and art, Su Shi is a genius and an all-rounder as well. At the age of seven, I knew poetry and calligraphy, and at the age of ten, I had a "ambition at that time." Guided by Confucian orthodoxy, he took self-cultivation as the starting point, and loved things and people, saving the world and saving the people as the ideal, with a view to finally achieving the great cause of leveling the world. It can be said that Confucianism has guided Su Shi to a very clear road to WTO. Su Shi, who lived up to the times and talents, went to Beijing with his father and brother at the age of 2/kloc-0, and got the highest score in the Northern Song Dynasty. Ouyang Xiu couldn't help admiring: "The article will come to chinese odyssey in the future!" Look at this song "Recent Spring Scenes":
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are plenty of fish in the sea! Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.
Su Shi is good at being bold and unconstrained, and also good at being graceful and restrained. This poem, which hurts spring, is rich in meaning, both sentimental about late spring and subtle yearning for love. Finally, his words were full of frustration. He tried to do something, but failed. Throughout the poem, the poet expresses his mental journey incisively and vividly with vague strokes, but it is memorable. Among them, sentences such as "the grass in the sea is flourishing" and "passionate but heartless" have also become well-known sentences.
Look at this song "Jiang's dream on the 20th day of the first month":
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.