Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to part when we break up. Moreover, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to close, is even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope an angel like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
2. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
When you ask about the date of return, it's hard to say clearly. It rained cats and dogs all night in Bashan, and the autumn pool was full. When to go home, * * * cut the candle flowers in the west window and tell them face to face what it's like to rain late.
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Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
There are twenty-five strings in Thuben, but this poem was written after Li Shangyin's wife died, so fifty strings have the meaning of broken strings, but even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time. Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom.
Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu. The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls. Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke. Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
4. Five Poems from Thinking (4)
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Once you have been to the seaside, there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan Mountain. Hurried through the flowers, too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it.
5. Two Zhi Zhu words, the first one.
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
The willow-green river is wide and flat, and I heard the song of the river.
Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.
The Yangliuqing River is wide and flat, and I hear my lover singing on it. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west say it's sunny but sunny.
2. Seek: four love poems describing the affection of children in the rivers and lakes, the mandarin ducks want to fly together, and the poor old man is white first; Spring waves of green grass, deep in Han Xiao, are relatively bathed in red.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. 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. When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. 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.
All love will last for a long time. There are many fears in life, and life is in danger of exposure. Trouble comes from love, fear comes from love. If you leave your lover, you have no worries and fears.
What is love in the world? Teach me to live and die together.
Boundless sorrow, endless robbery, short song ending, lack of bright moon. This is a beautiful city with a game writing protocol. Blue is sometimes exhausted, blood is also there, and a wisp of fragrant soul is endless! Yes or no? Turn into a butterfly.
The vicissitudes of the world are white-haired, and the world has no intention of vicissitudes.
Legend of the Fairy Sword and the Chivalrous Man 3: Courtship-Fairy Sword Courtship
Drizzle and breeze are as long as infatuation; Hao Xue falls, the Yellow River is turbid, leaving him heartless; Put it down, the sword is in hand, I am willing; Call back, heart, destiny Jing. Why, lonely, you are on the other side of the world; My deep affection for me can't be written in one word, nor can I covet a wish. Again remind of, your face, day and night, the long road of life; Always, I see tenderness in your eyes; This life is destined to continue in the afterlife, what is love, and life and death are committed; With you, I don't envy mandarin ducks or immortals. ...
The Legend of the Fairy Sword and the Chivalrous Man: Questioning —— Questioning with the Fairy Sword
Love is touching. In the green hills, a gust of wind is instantaneous in Wan Liyun. Find a beautiful woman, love is hard to come true, and the royal sword breaks the world of mortals; Soaring there, in the sky, the heart is endless; Vertical and horizontal, Millennium, reincarnation. Why, loneliness is long, I am on this side of the world; How can I miss you in a thousand words? I can make it clear … I only expect to get drunk once; Again remind of, your face, looking for and meeting in the dream; Every moment, I see thousands of things in your eyes; This life is destined to continue in the afterlife, what is love, and life and death are committed; With you, I don't envy mandarin ducks or immortals. ...
Sapolang
The body that has been sleeping for thousands of years wakes up from the rotten branches and leaves. It was the sad sigh of the nightingale that broke the spell. Who sealed the sword of forgetfulness and followed the sound of flute and horseshoe to find you? The most glorious sacrifice is the fate of a soldier, but at the moment of wielding a knife, my heart is crying. Life is to prove the existence of love. The greater life after the fire burns is to celebrate this magnificent night before it is shattered. The wolf waits for the dawn with deep eyes, and can't tell life from death. Leave here without joy or regret. Dawn and new moon alternate. I've traveled for you for centuries. The petals of cherry blossoms are falling. This sad landscape can't last forever. Have I been doomed to this fate of displacement, my broken wings, until you let me find myself?
Xiaoyao sighed.
The years are rarely silent, the autumn wind is tired of wandering, the sunset hangs on the wall, and I can't bear to leave the words in the ears of the Iraqis in the past. Looking back, love has come to an end with the maple leaves. I hate and give up my promise. I can't believe my fate is humorous. It's hard for me to have a few friends to stay and look back, but I can't hear the laughter in my dreams. Words are poor and stupid, and madness eventually becomes empty. I didn't see through the world of mortals. I laughed at these words. I am full of grievances. Yingjie is very sad. Finally, people scattered their hair, and their temples were white and beautiful. They didn't feel that they were competing with the sun for glory. Tears dry up, blood hides, snow falls, and it becomes empty.
3. Words describing affection for children, Huanxisha, boudoir.
Author: Li Qingzhao
Embroidered hibiscus smiles. Duck wrapped in crab roe with fragrant cheeks. Oh, I don't know
On the one hand, it is charming, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful to send you. The moon moves and the shadow comes back.
Sheng cha zi yuan Xi
Author: Ouyang Xiu
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit.
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
The unnamed time was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated.
Author: Li Shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
4. Criticize the poems that are affectionate, and blow the residual smoke into the night wind.
A bright moon hangs on the porch. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, and my heart is different.
Affectionate and considerate. Yun Lan went back to recognize without a trace.
I should have been born in the past, and I love to keep Yuanyang in two places. Double tone? "Moon Song" Chun Qing Xu Zaisi will not miss you in this life, but he will miss you, and he will miss you.
With floating clouds, my heart is like flying catkins, and my spirit is so weak. There is a lingering fragrance here. What do you expect? When is the most violent time when the symptoms of lovesickness come? It's when the light is half dark and the moon is half bright and half bright.
A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to pour the wind, and the rain is fluttering. The boat swayed on the river with the Tainiang Bridge. The curtain upstairs calls home to wash guest robes, and the silver zither is tuned, which makes people throw red cherries and green plantains. Jie Jiang. Tang Chun is a couple of people in his life. He tries to teach two fascinating places. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring? Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck.
If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively. If you are strong, you will become thinner, and you will have deep affection for Jiao 'e. You can only hear the new people laughing in front of the hall, but if you see the old man thin, you will continue to lead.
When I was passionate, I refused to leave and stayed for a long time. The vows of eternal love are still in my ears, and your heart moved west as early as the moon. When I heard the joyful sound in front of the hall, I regretted trusting you deeply. I knew my son was so grateful, and I shouldn't give my heart crazily.
"Love is strong enough to love is weak", is it that everyone in love will face it persistently, is it that every segment of the world of mortals is accompanied by beautiful women, is it that every spoony person has been tender and tender, and you have never regretted wearing other people's wedding clothes? It is said that every butterfly is the reincarnation of every flower. I heard that lonely flowers always wither in lonely nights. I promise to cry quietly for you in a lonely cocoon. After transformation, I will use the fragrance to find my former bud.
My expectation always changes from melancholy to ecstasy after ecstasy. Do you know what it's like to love antiques? Our love story is just a kind of fatigue that is no longer there. Old Tsing Yi makes you thin and haggard. People who send flowers are not ignorant of gentleness and unwilling to savor, nor are they helpless. I like to watch your eyes droop gently, put on that blue dress and listen to every word of comfort from me. Goodwill is the plum I sprinkled on my pillow.
Guan Ju's Book of Songs Guan Ju's dove is in Hezhou. The beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.
Interlaced shepherd's purse, flowing from left to right; A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her. I can't wait, and I'm thinking; Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again.
Staggered shepherd's purse, picked from left to right; A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple. Staggered shepherd's purse, left and right; A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her.
Evil (Han) I want to know you, long life, no decline, no exhaustion of mountains and rivers, lightning and thunder in winter, rainy and snowy in summer, and the world is not surprised. I dare to serenade the Yuefu Folk Songs in the Southern Dynasties with you for four hours, and the autumn wind enters the window and flutters. Looking up at the bright moon, sending love thousands of miles.
Hua Shanji's Folk Songs of Yuefu in the Southern Dynasties Hua Shanji, since the monarch is dead, who is the only son? See pity, the coffin is open for Nong! I am not happy with the willow song "Yuefu Folk Songs in the Northern Dynasties", and I am willing to be a whip; Go in and out of Lang's arms and sit on Lang's knees. Zhuzhici (1) (Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi listened to songs on the Langya River.
Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. Zhuzhici (2) (Tang) Liu Yuxi's peach blossoms are full, and the spring water of Shu River hits the mountain stream.
Bonuses are easy to decline, and water is infinite, such as Nong's sorrow and Sauvignon Blanc (Song Dynasty). The mountains in Lin Bu are green, the mountains are green, and the green hills meet each other on both sides. Who knows the feeling of parting? You are full of tears, I am full of tears, and my heart is not tied.
The tide at the head of the river has ebbed. The preface to the question of fishing for Jin Yuanhao: Taihe is ugly for five years, so try Bingzhou, saying that every goose catcher has a cloud; "Today, Dan won a wild goose and killed it.
The man who broke the net lamented that he couldn't walk, but he threw himself on the ground and died. "Because I bought it and buried it on Fenshui, I'm tired of stones, so I call it Qiu Yan.
At that time, most of my peers were chanting poems, and there were also "Qiu Yan Ci". There is no palace affairs in the old works, but it has been changed today.
Ask the world, what is love, teach life and death? Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times. Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You should have a sentence, Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Dusk, who is the only shadow? Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.
The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess. For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.
5. Poem 1 describes children's feelings, Tang's "To Zizhou to make Li": "The trees of thousands of valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of thousands of peaks crow".
The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring. China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields.
I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead. 2. Tang Li Bai's "Seeing the Rhododendron in Xuancheng": Shu once heard the bird and Xuancheng saw the Rhododendron.
One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories. 3. Tang Libai's "Difficult Road to Shu": Qingni Mountain is composed of many circles. Every 100 steps, you have to transfer nine bends in the mound.
Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker.
Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain.
This kind of trip is more difficult than climbing the blue sky, and even hearing it will make people pale! Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip: A year ago, I came all the way from Beijing, and now I am ill in Jiujiang. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. 5, Tang's "The Old Lady Picks Jade Songs": Picking jade must be water, and it is lewd.
I'm worried about the hungry dragon. Blue Creek is not innocent. The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears.
The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years. The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring.
The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform. 6. Don Li Shangyin's "Jinse": I don't know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string is a flower-like interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. 7. Tang Shen's "Sleeping in the Seven Panling": Walking alone for thousands of miles, sleeping high and climbing west.
The mountain and the moon are near the window, and the Tianhe family is low. Fangchun is flat and green, and Zigui cries at night.
Floating guests stay and listen, praise the city and smell the chicken. 8. Tang Wen Ting Yun's "Bi Qing Xiao Yi Si": The incense lamp is accompanied by broken dreams, and the State of Chu is at the end of the world.
The moon falls and the rules rest, and apricot blossoms are all over the world. 9, Tu "Spring Festival Evening": Liuhua Xie two heartless, send the east wind.
Last night, Dream Butterfly returned home to Wan Li, and Zi Guizhi. The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera? 10, "Listening to the Zheng": strings promote column listening, which is infinite for Qin people's sorrow. It's like chasing the spring breeze to know Liuzhou, just like knowing flowers with birds.
Who is sad at night? Where do you miss the moon in an empty building? More into a few heavy parting hate, Luoyang city, Jiangnan. 1, Li Yue, the envoy of Zizhou in the Tang Dynasty, said, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the azaleas of a thousand peaks crow." .
The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring. China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields.
I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead. 2. Tang Li Bai's "Seeing Rhododendrons in Xuancheng": Shu once heard birds, and Xuancheng saw rhododendrons.
One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories. 3. Tang Li Bai's "Difficult Road to Shu": The Green Mud Mountain consists of many circles. Every 100 steps, you have to turn nine bends in the mound.
Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker.
Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain.
This kind of trip is more difficult than climbing the blue sky, and even hearing it will make people pale! 4. "Pipa" Tang Juyi: A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick exile in Jiujiang. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. 5. Tang Li and Song of the Old Lady Picking Jade: Picking jade, picking jade, is a lewd step.
I'm worried about the hungry dragon. Blue Creek is not innocent. The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears.
The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years. The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring.
The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform. 6. Don Li Shangyin's Jinse: I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each flower-like string is the interval of youth.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. 7. Don Shen Quanqi's Sleeping in Seven Panling: Walking alone for thousands of miles, lying high and facing west.
The mountain and the moon are near the window, and the Tianhe family is low. Fangchun is flat and green, and Zigui cries at night.
Floating guests stay and listen, praise the city and smell the chicken. 8. Tang Wen Ting Yun's "Bi Qing Xiao Yi Si": The incense lamp is accompanied by broken dreams, and the State of Chu is at the end of the world.
The moon falls and the rules rest, and apricot blossoms are all over the world. 9. Tang Cuitu Spring Festival Evening: Flowing flowers and thanking two heartless people to send the east wind in the process of spring.
Last night, Dream Butterfly returned home to Wan Li, and Zi Guizhi. The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera? 10, "Listening to the Zheng": strings promote column listening, which is infinite for Qin people's sorrow. It's like chasing the spring breeze to know Liuzhou, just like knowing flowers with birds.
Who is sad at night? Where do you miss the moon in an empty building? More into a few heavy parting hate, Luoyang city, Jiangnan. 1 1, Tang Libai, "I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiaoyao to send this letter": I fell to the ground and cried, and Wendao Longdu crossed the five streams.
I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang. 1, Li Yue, the envoy of Zizhou in the Tang Dynasty, said, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the azaleas of a thousand peaks crow." .
The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring. China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields.
I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead. 2. Tang Li Bai's "Seeing Rhododendrons in Xuancheng": Shu once heard birds, and Xuancheng saw rhododendrons.
One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories. 3. Tang Li Bai's "Difficult Road to Shu": The Green Mud Mountain consists of many circles. Every 100 steps, you have to turn nine bends in the mound.
Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker.
Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain.
This kind of trip is more difficult than climbing the blue sky, and even hearing it will make people pale! 4. "Pipa" Tang Juyi: A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick exile in Jiujiang. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. 5. Tang Li and Song of the Old Lady Picking Jade: Picking jade, picking jade, is a lewd step.
I'm worried about the hungry dragon. Blue Creek is not innocent. The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears.
The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years. The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring.
The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform. 6. Don Li Shangyin's Jinse: I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each flower-like string is the interval of youth.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaid shed pearl-like tears on the green sea.
6. Did Xin Qiji write a poem expressing affection for his children? The combing and plundering of money people. Flowers grow in one spring, and the east wind is evil every night. Wire wound green curtain bead foil. Who cares about brocade? Jed stopped crying when he was in tears. She is afraid of wine, and her romance is thin. As soon as the brocade account falls, it is like a cloud. I wonder how high it is. In the middle of the night, the silver candle has tears, and I will pay for all this. Don't wait to swallow dirt. Ask huahua. I don't know if flowers have feelings, but they seem to be afraid and jealous. It's a long way to cut plum dust and sprinkle clothes. The frost forest is late, and the autumn buds are still fragrant. It's sad to leave. Dreaming of a brothel, I can't bear to think about it. The sky is sinking and the sunset is yellow. Clouds cover the eyes and mountains cut the heart. Full of tears. The west wind blows to the blue room.
Jiang Sushi remembered the dream of the 20th day of the first month, and lived and died for ten years, which was unforgettable without thinking. A lonely grave thousands of miles away is sad everywhere. 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. About the author: Su Shi (1037 ~1kloc-0/01), a native of Meishan in the Northern Song Dynasty, is a famous son. He is a famous writer, one of the eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties. He is knowledgeable and versatile, and has high attainments in calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose. His calligraphy is called "Song Sijia" with Cai Xiang, Huang Tingjian and Mi Fei; He is good at painting bamboo and strange stones, and also has outstanding opinions on painting theory and calligraphy theory. He is a literary leader after Ouyang Xiu in the Northern Song Dynasty, and his prose is as famous as Ouyang Xiu. Poetry is like the name of Huang Tingjian; His words are magnificent and bold, and his words are graceful and restrained. Known as "Su Xin" with Xin Qiji in the Southern Song Dynasty, * * * is an uninhibited poet. To annotate ...