When it comes to uninhibited words, people will immediately think of Su Dongpo and his classic works "Red Cliff Fu" and "Sissy". It is no exaggeration to say that Su Dongpo contributed a lot to Ci. When people mention Tang poetry, they will blurt out "Song Ci", which makes Su Dongpo keep pace with Tang poetry and become a double star in China's literary world.
Since ancient times, autumn has given people a bleak feeling in the eyes of poets. At this time, everything goes from complexity to decline, from gathering to dispersion. Su Dongpo's mood is no exception. Last night, a ruthless autumn wind blew into the phoenix tree forest, and the leaves of the phoenix tree were frosted. At this time, Su Dongpo sat quietly in front of the phoenix tree and exclaimed that he was old and not young. His aging face really doesn't want to be seen by the autumn wind. At this time, the autumn wind roared, as if asking Su Dongpo why he was so and how he felt. Su Dongpo didn't answer, but kept writing something in the air with his hands, or writing about your youth or your political troubles.
Alas, except him, once people get old, sometimes they will get drunk after drinking a little wine. When he tries to take care of himself, he will still get sick and sometimes be lazy. All this is irreversible. Why do you care so much? Su Dongpo got up early in the morning and came to the yard. He saw this falling flower, like snow, and picked it up with his hand, lamenting that he was a little old and had many diseases. Looking back, many relatives and friends were not around, and his eyes began to bloom with the red light of candles, flying in the air like elves, so that we could spend the rest of our lives on it.
Therefore, in the face of autumn wind, he can indulge in sentimentality, and Su Dongpo expresses and dispels his melancholy and unhappiness with poetry, which is the real winner in life.