Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Dimly discernible red makeup shines on a shallow stream. Thin clouds do not make mud. Where to send the king?
autumn waters are full at night in the abandoned marsh, and birds sing in the depths of the Maolin forest at night. Pedestrians are heartbroken and sad.
Su Shi (137-111) was a writer, painter and gourmet in the Northern Song Dynasty. Zi Zi Zhan,no. Dongpo lay man. Han nationality, Sichuanese, was buried in Yingchang (now jia county, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province). I have a bumpy career, profound knowledge, high talent, and excellent poetry, calligraphy and painting. His writing, Wang Yang, is unrestrained and fluent, and he is called Ousu with Ouyang Xiu, one of the "Eight Great Masters in Tang and Song Dynasties"; Poems are fresh and vigorous, making good use of exaggeration and metaphor, and their artistic expression is unique. They are also called Su Huang with Huang Tingjian. The school of bold and unconstrained ci has a great influence on later generations, and it is called Su Xin with Xin Qiji; Calligraphy is good at running script and regular script, and can create new ideas. It is full of ups and downs with a pen, and it is childlike. It is also called Song Sijia with Huang Tingjian, Mi Fei and Cai Xiang. Painting is the same as literature. On painting, it advocates spirit likeness and "scholar painting". He is the author of The Complete Works of Su Dongpo and Dongpo Yuefu.
a touch of crimson lips
Song Dynasty: Shihao
Cuige Garden, where the fire clouds are blooming in the south. Jade wheel is beyond the sky. The night is as cool as water.
Kuang Youqing's song advised me to respect floating ants. Spell Shen Zui. In the flowers. Sleep in a hazy pillow.
bean leaf yellow
Song Dynasty: Chen Ke
Swing people scattered in a small courtyard. Musk deer cold lamp faint sorrow kills Nong. Unique leisure two-sleeve style. The moon is dim. A pear tree is in the drizzle.
Queqiao Fairy (the night after beginning of autumn)
Song Dynasty: Zhang Zi
The summer clouds are still there, and the sky is empty and wants to change, and it wanders around the court at night. The new autumn came last night, loving the waning moon and falling in the west.
Boss Banana, fireflies are tired, and watch God's will in silence. The breeze is not half cold, so I am humane and have a good sleep tonight.