Su Shi's Examination of Sending Zhang Shu to Hou Shi's Palace
Yunlong Mountain tries on the spring clothes, and sends the clouds in front of the crane pavilion. Sanli Apricot Blossom, the newlywed husband went to Ma Rufei.
Su Shi's Shi Qing of Yunlong Caotang, Song Dynasty.
Fold it into Du You's waist hanging mountain man's room. It's not Pu Shangyin, it's Si Binshi.
Deng Yunlong Mountain Author: Su Shi, year: Song Dynasty
Drunk on Huangmao Mountain, full of rocks like a flock of sheep. Drunk stone is the bed at the top of the post. Looking up at the vast white clouds, the autumn wind is long. Passers-by raise their heads and look around, clapping their hands and laughing to make you crazy.
Thank you so much for Huang Lou's poems. Author: Su Shi, year: Song Dynasty.
I am in Taohuawu, and I want to write a poem about Taohuawu. Suddenly I got an old friend's book with Huang's words in it. The yellow house is ten feet high and a five-foot flag is built under it. Chushan thought the city, Surabaya thought the pool. There are no prominent sentences in my poems, and I am proud of everything. What's so great about a master? Rain and hail scattered the spine of Lei Ren. Male characters are mixed, and there is a crooked posture in it. Nanshan is full of stones, as smooth as grease. Zhu wax is an imitation, fine and subtle, but the beauty is not easy to know, so when someone comes to know it.
A Parallel Introduction to Carboniferous Period Author: Su Shi, year: Song Dynasty
There was no Carboniferous period in the old society of Pengcheng. In December of the first year of Yuanfeng, people were sent to inspect the north of Baitu Town in southwest Guizhou. They use iron smelting as a soldier, sharper than Chang Yun. Didn't you see that the rain and snow the year before last damaged pedestrians and the residents in the city were blown apart by the wind? Half a bundle of wet wages, knocking at the door at dusk has nowhere to change. Unexpectedly, there are treasures in the mountains, driving like a million cars. No one knows about the paste and liquid, and the fishy wind blows away.
Roots and seedlings are endless, and thousands of people inspire thousands of people to see them. The more you throw mud, the more brilliant it is. The chestnut forest in Nanshan is gradually resting, and the stubborn mine in Beishan is forging. Cast a hundred knives for you and cut the long whale into ten thousand pieces.