Su Shi's representative work "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia"
As the river goes eastward, the waves are gone, and the romantic figures of the ages are revealed. On the west side of the fort, the way of humanity is, Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the air, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time. I think back to Gong Jin's time, when Xiao Qiao was married for the first time, looking majestic and handsome. Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the boats and oars disappeared into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my affection, and I will be born early. Life is like a dream, a statue returns to the moon.
"Jiang Chengzi - Hunting in Mizhou":
I am going crazy as a teenager. The left lead is yellow. Right Qing Cang. Brocade hats and mink fur coats, thousands of cavalry rolling around Pinggang. In order to repay Qingcheng, I followed the prefect, shot tigers myself, and watched Sun Lang. Drunken and brave, the chest is still open. A slight frost on the temples. So why not. In the cloud of holding the knot, when will Feng Tang be dispatched? He can hold the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.
"Ding Fengbo":
Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes beat horses easily, who is afraid! A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime. The cool spring breeze blows away the drunkenness and is slightly cold. The top of the mountain is shining slantingly but welcomes each other. Looking back, I have always been in a bleak place. Go back. There is no rain or shine.
"Water Melody Songtou"
The setting sun rolls up the embroidered curtains, and the water under the pavilion connects to the sky. Knowing that you are mine, the newly made windows are wet with blue and red. I remember that in the Pingshan Hall, I was sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and I was not alone. Recognize the drunken man's words, and know whether the mountains are beautiful or not. A thousand hectares, all mirrors are pure and green peaks are inverted. Suddenly a wave rose and a white-headed leaf danced. You can laugh at Mr. Lantai, but you have not yet understood Zhuang Sheng's natural sound. There are male and female in the right path. A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind.
"Linjiang Immortal"
After drinking in Dongpo at night, I woke up and got drunk again, and returned as if it was midnight. The boy's breath is thundering. No one knocks on the door, but leans on the stick and listens to the sound of the river. I always regret that this body is not mine, when will I forget Yingying? The wind is quiet at night and the grain is flat. The boat passed away from now on, and the river and sea left it for the rest of my life.
"Water Melodies Song·Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion Presented to Zhang Xiquan" Su Shi's embroidered curtain rolls at sunset, and the water under the pavilion is connected to the sky. I know you are my new work, the windows are wet green and red. In the Pingshan Hall of Changji, I sleep on my pillow in the south of the Yangtze River. In the mist and rain, there is no solitary bird. I recognize the drunken man's words: "The mountains are beautiful and beautiful." A thousand hectares, all mirrors are clear, and the green peaks are reflected. Suddenly a wave rises, dancing a white-headed leaf. It makes Mr. Lantai laugh. Jie Zhuang is born with the sound of nature. There are male and female in the strong road. A little aura of awe-inspiring, a thousand miles of joyful wind.