Su Shi (January 8, 1037 - August 24, 1101), also known as Zizhan and Hezhong, was also known as "Dongpo Jushi" and "Su Dongpo" in the world. Han nationality, from Meizhou. He was a poet and lyricist of the Northern Song Dynasty and a litterateur of the Song Dynasty. He was one of the main representatives of the bold and unrestrained poets and one of the "Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties".
Although the former poems all use the moonlit night of the Autumn River as the scene and the guests as the foil, the latter Red Cliff poem focuses on traveling and the scenery, while the former Red Cliff poem is intended to use the scenery to express feelings and elucidate philosophy.
In the tenth month of the year, I will return to Lingao by walking from the snow hall. The two guests followed me across the yellow mud slope. The frost and dew have fallen, all the leaves have fallen off, and the figures are on the ground. They look up at the bright moon, look at it and enjoy it, and sing in response to each other.
He sighed and said: "There are guests but no wine, there is wine but no food, the moon is white and the wind is clear, what a good night it is!" The guest said: "Today at dusk, I catch fish with a net, with a big mouth and thin scales, like Like the perch in Songjiang River, did Gu An get the wine? The woman said, "I have a bucket of wine, which I have hid for a long time, just in case my son needs it from time to time." So she took the wine and fish and swam under Red Cliff again. The river flows with sound, and the bank is broken for thousands of feet; the mountains are high and the moon is small, and the water falls and rocks are revealed. The sun and the moon were as old as before, but the mountains and rivers cannot be recognised. I took my clothes and climbed up, walking on the slanderous rocks, covered with velvet, perched on tigers and leopards, climbed on horned dragons, climbed on the dangerous nests of falcons, and looked down on Feng Yi's secluded palace.
The two guests cannot follow each other. Suddenly there was a long roar, the grass and trees shook, the mountains hummed and the valley responded, the wind blew and the water surged. I am also quiet and sad, solemn and frightened, so awe-inspiring that I can't stay.
Instead, he boarded the boat, let it go into the middle of the current, and let it stop. It was almost midnight, and everything was lonely. There is a lone crane coming across the river from the east. The wings are like wheels, and the silk clothes are black and white. They scream loudly and sweep towards the boat heading west.
After a while, the guest left, and I fell asleep. I dreamed that a Taoist priest in fluttering feathers was passing under Lingao. He bowed to me and said, "Are you having fun at Red Cliff?" When asked his name, he bowed his head and did not answer. "Woohoo! Heehee! I know it.
Those who flew past me at night in the past are not my sons, are they evil?" The Taoist priest laughed, and I was also shocked. Open an account and look at it, but you can't see it.
In the first paragraph of this article, the author responded to the guest's song on a bright moonlit night. First there were the regrets of "having guests but no wine" and "having wine but no food", and then there was the joy of "taking wine and fish" for swimming. The writing has twists and turns in a gentle stretch.
The second paragraph, from the night scene of the river bank with "the sound of the river flowing, and the broken bank thousands of feet", to the dangerous situation of the cliff "walking on the craggy rocks, covered with velvet..."; from "the geometry of the sun and the moon." The sigh that the river water cannot be re-recognized", to the mood changes of "quiet yet sad, awe-inspiring yet fearful".