2. About Su Shi's persistent poem, I am anxious to go hunting tomorrow. Thanks to the original text, Jiangchengzi Mizhou.
(Song) Su Shi was selected from Dongpo Yuefu Notes.
I'm talking about (fā) juvenile madness, yellow on the left and pale on the right, gold (jǐn) hat mink (diāo) autumn (qiú), Qian Qi (jǐ) volume (ju m ǐ n) Hiraoka. Report to the prefect of the whole city for (wèi), and shoot the tiger to see Sun Lang.
Calligraphy Mizhou Hunting
The wine is full and the box is still open. What's wrong with the slight frost on the temple? When will Feng Tang send it in the cloud (qi m: n)? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun. [1] Huanxi Shayou Banner (qí) is located in Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi, and the stream flows west.
Under the mountain, the bluebuds are short-dipped in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free, and the rustling [1] evening rain is regular.
Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
Su Dongpo's poems show your resentment.
Who made three moves in huanyi and broke the dream of green window?
The crescent moon and the sad smoke filled the river.
Whether you want to go or not, tomorrow will be the end of the flower.
Flocculant is delivered to the ship, and water flows eastward.
Minus word magnolia spring moon
In the spring afternoon, the fragrant mash danced.
Nine winding corridors, dancing steps, trees among trees, half withered, and the wine is fragrant to plum.
Light clouds, thin fog and moonlight on such a spring night are the time for young people to enjoy happiness.
Unlike the autumn moon, people who cling to leave are injured twice.
Huangzhou ding hui yuan bu operator residential
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping.
Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings.
Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live, and the maple leaves in Wujiang River fall.
Huanxisha tours Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi, and the stream flows west.
Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free.
At dusk, the rain is whispering.
Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west!
Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
4. Su Mingju was the poet who left the most poems in the Northern Song Dynasty, with thousands of poems, articles and many famous sentences!
(1) Spring scenery is divided into three parts, dust into two parts and moisture into two parts. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear. ("Shui Long Yin")
(2) I hope people will live a long and beautiful Wan Li. (Water Regulation)
(3) Stones go through the air, waves lap the shore, and thousands of piles of snow are rolled up. (Nian Nujiao)
(4) Diligent and more detached. This body is like a family, where is my hometown! (Linjiang Fairy)
Diligence It rained very late last night, and it was very cool. (partridge festival)
[6] Bamboo sticks and straw sandals are lighter than horses. Who's scared? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. (Ding Fengbo)
Once, looking back at the bleak land, rain or shine. (Ding Fengbo)
In the end, everything is a dream. Have a rest. Huang Die is also worried tomorrow. (Nanxiangzi)
Pet-name ruby pick all cold branches refused to live, lonely sandbar cold. ("Operator")
⑽ The blue screen window sinks into the water and smokes, and the sound of chess scares you to sleep. ("Ruan Langgui")
⑾ of cloud, when will Feng Tang send? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun. ("Jiangchengzi")
⑿ I want to send a thousand tears of acacia, but I can't, Chu Jiangdong. ("Jiangchengzi")
[13] Ten years of life and death are boundless. If you don't think about it, you won't forget it. ("Jiangchengzi")
[14] There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the end of the world! (Recent Love)
⒂ Under the mountain, Biya dipped in the stream, and the sand road between the pines was clean and mud-free, and the rain rustled down. ("Huanxisha")
Second, Su Shi's famous poems.
(1) What's life like everywhere? It should be like Hong Fei stepping through the snow. ("The Homesickness of a Son in Mianchi")
Life begins with literacy, but you can forget your name. ("Cang Cang Shu Zui Mo Tang")
(3) The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
If you want to compare the West Lake with the West Lake, it is always appropriate to lightly paint it. ("Drinking on the Lake, Two Rains after Chu Qing (Part Two)")
(4) at dusk, the bell is ringing, and the door is closed and the pillow is red. ("Two Books of Bamboo Slips (Part II)")
5] Looking horizontally, the ridge edge becomes a peak, and the distance is different.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. (Title Xilin Wall)
[6] There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river. ("Two Riverside Nightscape in Hui Chong (I)")
(7) The wild water is uneven, and frost roots gush out from the sparse forest.
A leaf boat is rowing fast. Where is it going? It should be to return to Jiangnan. (Two autumn scenery Paintings by Li Shinan (I))
There is no rain to cover the lotus, but there are still Ao Shuang branches in the chrysanthemum.
You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green. (To Liu Jingwen)
Three. Collection of famous sentences in Su Shi's prose
(1) makes it rain, but the cold may not think it's waxy, making it rain, and the hungry may not think it's millet. (Xi Yu Tingji)
Everything is impressive. If it's impressive, there's coke. There's no need to blame Li Qiwei. ("Transcendental Platform")
(3) If you don't see and hear things, guess whether they exist, but what are they? (The Story of Shi Zhongshan)
(4) In the past, scholars chose scholars by temperament, and scholars learned miscellaneous things instead of Tao; Today, we also learn from the scriptures, and scholars know without learning. (Yu Yue)
5] When seeking black, the paint is too white, and when seeking white, the snow is too black. (calligraphy and ink)
[6] Vast as the wind in Feng Xu, I don't know where it ends; Floating like an independent world, feathering into a fairy. (Former Chibi Fu)
The mountain is one foot high and the moon is ten feet small. The truth is clear. (Post-Red Cliff Fu)
Curiosity about things, such as catching the wind and catching shadows, can make the governor's mind clear, and the situation can make the governor's mouth clear! ("Thank you for the teacher's book")
(9) The ancients did not reward rich salaries, but punished them with a knife and saw. (On Punishment and Loyalty)
There are brave people in the world, but they are not surprised or angry for no reason. ("After the Theory")
Husband, people are flooded now. Are you safe? It is to know safety without knowing danger, and to get something for nothing. ("Teaching War and Defending Strategy")
⑿ Wen Qi declined for eight generations, and the sword and halberd sank to the world. ("Han Wen Gong Miao Bei")
5. On Su Shi's poems, on June 27, Wang Hulou was drunk with books, Su Shi's dark clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountain, and the white rain jumped into the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. Drinking Chu Qing on the lake, Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate. Hui Chong Chunjiang Xiaojing Su Shi, a peach blossom outside the bamboo, is the prophet of Chunjiang Plumbing Duck.
Artemisia is covered with short reed buds, which is when dolphins want to go up. Su Shi, the title Xilin wall, see the side peak of the ridge, with different heights.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. Su Shi gave it to Liu Jingwen. He didn't shelter from the rain, but there were still branches of Ao Shuang in the chrysanthemum.
You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green. The adoption rate of Mr. Tears's answer: 24.7%. Related questions were reported on June-17-15: 48, 2008. What poems did Su Shi write?
In Su Shi's poems, how many tunes did Su Shi write? Does Su Shi write about the moon? Other answers Oracle Bone Inscriptions Fu Huangzhou Dinghui Garden lived in Huanxisha to show your resentment. Magnolia blossoms spring in Nian Nujiao Chibi nostalgia for the West River Moon, Ding Feng Ruan Langgui early summer partridge day, Yu Meiren Youmeitang tells the story of ancient drunkenness, leaving Beijing Nanxiangzi to tell the story of ancient times ... Please refer to the following website (nontoxic) /Ss.htm jj for details: 21.4% 2008-06-17/. The adoption rate of tears of falling in love with you: .0% 2008-06-1716: 53 reported the drunken book in Wanghulou on June 27, and Su Shi's dark clouds turned over the mountains and white rain jumped off the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. Drinking Chu Qing on the lake, Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate. Hui Chong Chunjiang Xiaojing Su Shi, a peach blossom outside the bamboo, is the prophet of Chunjiang Plumbing Duck.
Artemisia is covered with short reed buds, which is when dolphins want to go up. Su Shi, the title Xilin wall, see the side peak of the ridge, with different heights.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. Su Shi gave it to Liu Jingwen. He didn't shelter from the rain, but there were still branches of Ao Shuang in the chrysanthemum.
You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green. When will Su Shi, the head of Shuidiao Song, have a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance.
Spring scenery is divided into three parts, dust into two parts, and water into two parts. Who left the ink and traces of the stone screen? May people live for a long time, have joys and sorrows in thousands of miles, have a bright and clear moon, and lack a little integrity. In retrospect, I want to go home in a bleak place, where there will be no rain or shine. Who's scared? A misty rain will last a lifetime! Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live. Small catkins are blowing on the cold branches of lonely sandbar. There are plenty of fish in the sea, and the laughter is getting louder and louder. Affectionate people are mercilessly annoyed and hate me. When can I forget the camp? Since then, the ship has passed away, and Jianghai has sent the rest of his life for ten years, living and dying ... without thinking ... He never forgets "The River of No Return", and the waves are exhausted, and the eternal romantic figures wander and think endlessly! When we met, we were anxious to send a thousand tears of lovesickness, but we couldn't shed them. There is sentimental wind in the east of Chu River, and the tide comes from Wan Li. Everything becomes empty. When we don't turn our heads, we all dream of meeting each other late and getting drunk. Comparing the West Lake to the West Lake is a dream, but we don't know the true face of the mountain in light makeup. Just because we are in this mountain, the flowers are fragrant and the moonlight is cloudy, and butterflies are flying in a kind of consumed love. Jiangshan is still a man. I'm not ashamed of the flowers behind me. Flowers should be ashamed of the old man's head, so I won't go back to the mountain. Jiang Shen was surprised that I was as stubborn as Qiu Hong, but things were like a dream of spring. Thousands of trees on the river head want to be dark in spring, and one branch outside the bamboo is not as good as being your brother forever, and three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo. I don't hate the prophet Chunjiang who went to the south after a narrow escape, so my life is wonderful! Who embellishes the clouds and the moon, the sky and the sea clarify that there is no place in the sky, and Qingshan is the tidal wave of Lushan Mountain in the Central Plains, and it is ruthless.
6. Su Shi's poems: Spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. The pavilion in Song Guan is quiet, and the yard on the swing is gloomy at night. Kindly read Nu Wa. Chibi misses the ancient river, and the waves are exhausted.
Romantic figures through the ages. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one time! Think back to Gong Jin, when Xiao Qiao just got married, he was handsome, holding a feather fan and wearing a black silk scarf. He talked and laughed, and it's all over.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Things are like a dream, a bottle or a month.
The seven wonders and the banquet of the Shang Yuan Dynasty scattered around the building under the moon, and the fairy wind blew down the incense of the imperial furnace. Courtiers stood in Tong Ming Hall, a red cloud holding the Jade Emperor.
The four-line dance and Huaying overlap on the Yao stage, and the child can't come back after several calls. In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again.
Shousui's children's five-line poems are forced not to eat, and they should be happy together. Don't crow, it is even more daunting.
From Mianchi's nostalgic life, we know the seven laws and harmony everywhere, which should be like Hong Fei stepping through the snow. I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing.
The old monk is dead and has become a new tower. There is no reason to look at the old topic with a broken wall. Remember whether the past was rugged or not, and the long road was full of people.
Seven laws of thunder, rain at dusk, relying on Cui Wei alone. Hanging under the cloud, I came to the seaside happily.
The wild old man sang a rich language, and he wanted to banish the minister from the book. When you are full in old age, you can specialize in anything.
On the night of June 20, the seven methods crossed the sea and turned to night, and the bitter rain finally cleared up. Who embellishes the clouds and the moon, the sky and the sea will be clear.
In his spare time, Chaucer took advantage of music to get a general understanding of Xuanyuan's music. I don't hate the narrow escape in the south. I spent the rest of my life traveling.
Four musts: Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo in Hui Chong's riverside night scene, and duck prophet in riverside water heating. The Artemisia basket is full of short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish wants to fuck.
In the four wonders, the autumn moon and dusk clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Drinking on the lake, after Chu Qing, the sun is shining brightly, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Four lines of gifts for Liu Jingwen didn't shelter from the rain, and chrysanthemums on the branches of Ao Shuang. You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green.
The absence of the word "Fu Yue" makes people quiet at first. Who saw you alone? Fuzzy and lonely.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
In other words, picking mulberry seeds, feelings are still sick. In the scenic building, meet wine and laugh back.
Stop drinking and listen to the pipa. Slightly twisted and disturbed, the drunken face melts into spring scenery, and Jiang Tianyi looks red obliquely.
Chengmaitie Tong Chaoting's second song wants the old village in the South China Sea for the rest of my life, and the emperor sent five sheep to summon my soul [1]. There is no place for heaven, and Qingshan is the Central Plains.
On March 7th, it was raining on Hu Sha Road. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone.
It has cleared up, pretending to be the word. Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time.
Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny. Words, storms, often envy the jade lang in the world, and heaven should beg for it.
Self-purification songs scatter white teeth, the wind blows snow and flies, and the sea becomes cold. Wan Li returned less and less years, she laughed more and more, and lived alone.
Should Lingnan be bad? But he said, this peaceful place is my hometown. This word Jiang lived for ten years and then died.
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 a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka. Cijiang's yearning for Cheng Zi is endless.
When they met, they hurried by. Holding hands with beautiful women, tears break the beauty.
Ask Yu Dongfeng so much? Spring has come, who are you with? Sui dike dissolves in water in March. Back to Hong, go to Wuzhong.
Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong. I want to send a thousand tears of acacia, but I can't, Chu Jiangdong.
The word Jiangchengzi Three Phoenix Mountains is rainy and sunny. The water is clear and the setting sun is bright.
A lotus flower is still blooming. Where did the double egrets fly? If you are interested, Mu Pingting.
Suddenly I heard a sadness and joy on the river. Bitter and affectionate, who will listen? Smoke gathers in the clouds, which is auspicious according to the agreement.
I want to ask for it at the end of the song, not seeing it, counting the peaks. The word Linjiang Xianzi drank Dongpo at night and was drunk. When she returned, it seemed to be midnight.
Children should not even knock on the door when they snore and thunder, but listen to the sound of the river. The dragon hates that this body is not mine, so forget the camp.
Dead of night, calm, the boat passed, leaving Jiang Hai for the rest of his life. The word "full of rivers and red willows" is a broken eye and a lonely sail.
Official travel, green hills and white waves, thousands of folds. It is so vain to live up to the seclusion of that year, and now it is so bleak to listen to the rain in the bed.
Hate this life, drift away, add to China. It's a deep regret that this life always passes with you in a hurry, and this helpless feeling can't help but make me white-haired.
Infinite things, from the beginning. You two look at me as if you were in front of me, but before you know it, you have passed through the years.
The old marks on the clothes are full of bitter tears, and the smile between the eyebrows adds yellow. On the day of reunion, I will go swimming in the pool with you and look for traces of spring like falling snow.
The word Niannujiao looks far from the sky, but there is no trace of Wan Liyun. Sweet-scented osmanthus flies, where the sun shines and the air is crisp in autumn.
Yuyu Qionglou, coming and going from Luan, people are in Liangguo. Mountains and rivers are picturesque, and smoke trees are vivid.
I clap my hands and sing wildly, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, in threes. Dancing and wandering, the wind and dew, I don't know what night it is.
I want to return by wind, so I don't need to ride Peng Yi. In the Crystal Palace, the flute was blown off with a loud sound.
The sapphire case has been on Wuzhong Road for three years, and the yellow dog has been convicted. I'll go with you. Don't be surprised if you call a ferry to Songjiang. The fourth bridge is full, and I pass by.
Every time I look at the dusk of spring, Wangchuan Villa always thinks of the phrase "Master of Success". It has promised a return date.
The spring shirt is still a villain's needle and thread, wetting the West Lake. Sweet words bend the waist for rice, and the mouth and body are tired of abandoning wine.
Come back, who won't take you back? It feels like the past is not the present. Before the dew, the husband pointed to the way home, and the laughter in front of the door was childish.
Old chrysanthemums are barren, and new pine trees are black and old, just like now! However, the small window made Chai Fei close his knees, and the scepter looked at the lonely clouds flying at dusk. Clouds come out unintentionally, and birds will know when they are tired. This is unintentional. Hey! Come back, I forgot myself and the world today.
Relatives have nothing to say, and piano books have real taste. The steps are rugged, the river is gentle and graceful, and the spring water flows in the dark valley.
It is glorious to see every grass and tree. If you feel conscious, I can live and rest! How long will it take to regain your mind? What does the unconscious emperor want? Who will decide whether to stay or not? Where does the fairy know? Wealth is not my ambition. But when you know that you are screaming on the mountain near the water, you are drunk.
What is more doubtful about the fate of this life? Take advantage of the current situation and meet the challenge.
7. Su Shi's classic poem "Spring Night on a Spring Night" is worth thousands of dollars. The flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. The pavilion in Song Tong Building is very quiet, and the night in the swing yard is very heavy. The feast in the Shang Dynasty was light and the stars scattered around the chapter, and the fairy wind blew down the incense of the imperial furnace.
Courtiers stood in Tong Ming Hall, a red cloud holding the Jade Emperor. The flower shadow overlapped on the Yao stage, and the child called several times and couldn't come back.
In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again. Hui Chong Riverside Night Scenery Peach Blossom 32, Riverside Warm Duck Prophet.
The Artemisia basket is full of short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish wants to fuck. Mid-Autumn Festival, the clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? The wall of Xilin looks like a mountain peak on the edge of the ridge, with different distances.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. The lotus in Liu Jingwen is not sheltered from the rain, but there are still branches of Ao Shuang in the chrysanthemum. You must remember the good scenery of that year, especially when it was orange and green. Hui Chong Chunjiang Evening Scenery: Peach Blossoms Outside Bamboo, Prophet of Chunjiang Plumbing Duck.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river. Drinking clear water on the lake, bright rain and dew, and Kong Yu mountains.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. Taibai Mountain went down to the courtyard wall of Shuchongshou Hospital in Hengqu Town early and immediately continued this dream. I wonder if it will open in the morning.
The mountains are green and the moonlight is pale and lonely. Running around annoying stamp collectors is a disgrace to the old monk.
Come back as soon as possible and remember my past. I wonder if it will open in the morning.
The mountains are green and the moonlight is pale and lonely. Running around annoying stamp collectors is a disgrace to the old monk.
Come back as soon as possible and remember my past. I wonder if it will open in the morning.
The mountains are green and the moonlight is pale and lonely. Running around annoying stamp collectors is a disgrace to the old monk.
Come back as soon as possible and remember my past. Selected Poems of Su Shi (48) Su Shi (1037-11kloc-0/): a writer, painter and calligrapher in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Zi Zizhan, a famous Dongpo layman, was born in Meishan, Meizhou (now Sichuan). Su Xun.
When Jia You Jinshi Zongshen was in power, he was the foreign minister of Zubu. Because of opposing Wang Anshi's new law and seeking a foreign post, he served as a judge in Hangzhou, knowing Mizhou, Xuzhou and Huzhou.
Later, he was demoted to Huangzhou for writing a poem "slandering the imperial court". At that time, Zhezong was a bachelor of Hanlin, and once knew Hangzhou, Yingzhou and other places. , a former does history.
Later, he was exiled to Huizhou and Danzhou. He died in Changzhou in the second year after returning to the North.
Chasing Wen Zhong in Southern Song Dynasty. Being of the same clan as my father and brother, they are collectively called "Three Sows".
Politically, it belongs to the old party, but it also has the requirements of reform shortcomings. Wang Yang is one of the "Eight Masters" in Tang and Song Dynasties. His articles are bold and fluent.
His poems are fresh and vigorous, good at using exaggerated metaphors and unique in artistic expression. A few poems can also reflect the sufferings of the people and accuse the rulers of extravagance and arrogance.
The bold and unconstrained writing has a great influence on later generations. "Nian Nujiao, Red Cliff Nostalgia" and "Shui Diao Ge Tou, Ice Dust Mid-Autumn Festival" are widely circulated.
He is good at running script and regular script. He studied under Li Yong, Xu Hao, Yan Zhenqing and Yang Ningshi, and he can find a new way. The end of the pen is ups and downs, naive.
Cai Xiang, Huang Tingjian and Mi Fei are also called "Song Sijia". He can draw bamboo, learn literature and like making strange stones.
On painting, he advocates "spirit likeness" and thinks that "on painting, it is similar in shape and adjacent to children"; He spoke highly of the artistic attainments of "painting in poetry and poetry in painting". His poems include Seven Chapters of Dongpo and so on.
There are some books that survive in the world, such as Teacher Xie's Essays, Several Sacrifices to the Yellow Emperor, and Huangzhou Cold Food Poems. His paintings include "Strange Trees and Stones" and "Bamboo Stones".
The soothsayer lives in Dinghuiyuan in Huangzhou, which is a place where there is no moon and trees are sparse. At first, it was quiet. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
There are jujube flowers falling into the sand towels in Huanxi, and the car rings south of the village. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers.
The sun is shining, but he is too thirsty. He wants to find some water to drink. Then knock on a villager's door and ask, can I have a bowl of tea?
Zhao Jun resented who made Huan Yi's three moves and shocked the dream of Green Window. The crescent moon and the sad smoke filled the river.
Whether you want to go or not, tomorrow will be the end of the flower. Flocculant is delivered to the ship, and water flows eastward.
Minus magnolia flowers dance in spring, spring, court and noon, swaying with fragrant mash. Nine winding corridors, dancing steps, trees among trees, half withered, and the wine is fragrant to plum.
Light clouds, thin fog and moonlight on such a spring night are the time for young people to enjoy happiness. Unlike the autumn moon, people who cling to leave are injured twice.
Huanxisha tours Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi, and the stream flows west. Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free.
At dusk, the rain is whispering. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
Huanxisha is deep red and warm in the sun, and even the stream is green and black at night. Huang Tong and Bai Lao are together.
Although elk are not used to meeting people, apes don't have to bark when they smell drums. The theory of returning home and picking mulberry grains.
Huanxisha turned red makeup to see the princess, and stabbed the fence door in 3355. Touch each other and tear her skirt.
Young and old help wheat harvest society, Wu Yuxiang Dance God Village. When you are drunk, you lie in the dusk.
Huanxisha hemp leaves are bright, and whoever cooks cocoons is fragrant. The fence is charming and the words are distorted.
Chenopodium is drunk, soft and hungry. Ask when the bean leaves are yellow.
Nian Nujiao's "Red Cliff" is nostalgic for "The River of No Return", and the waves are exhausted, becoming a romantic figure through the ages. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
In the past, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time. Feather fan nylon scarf, laughing and laughing, strong ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. The world is like a dream, a statue is still on the moon.
The soft grass in Huanxisha is fresh after the rain, and the light sand is dust-free. When to clean the coupling.
Mulberries are splashed in the warm day, and the wind is like wormwood. Stone is the middleman.
The color of the sand mountain in Huanxi invades the twilight, and the wind in Xiangchuan still spits cold flowers. Crows are scattered in the distant forest houses.
Dreaming of how many roads there are in my hometown, I am drunk and look around the world. The moonlight shines for thousands of miles and the sand is flat.
Huanxisha means that there is no one near the householder and it takes off in the rain at night. Who pity ji zi's mink and fur?
Although I have no hope for the world, it seems that you must ask the ancients. Cold pines and cypresses are willing to surprise autumn.
Huanxisha is to draw a falcon to cross the river and enjoy swimming again. The old fish jumped over the threshold to meet the youth. Time is unwilling to pay for it.
There is no disappointment at the fence in Huang Ju, and there is tenderness in Baiyun Village. Don't teach Hugh to save the frost temple.
Xijiang is heavy at 9 o'clock in the month, with drizzle on the roof, which is heavy with Pinghu Lake outside the river. At that time, the circus was in the East, but today it is bleak in Nanpu.
Don't hate yellow flowers, don't spit, and teach red powder to help each other. You don't have to look at dogwood at the wine station. It's all over the world.
Xijiang River is in Huangzhou, and it swims in the water at night in spring. Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk.
Take the moon to the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less. I realized that.
The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human. On the bridge pillar of the book.
According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint. I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass.
It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.
On March 7th, it was raining on Hu Sha Road. The rain gear goes first, and all my peers are in a mess. I'm alone.