Dear Su Shi:

Hello! This is a letter written to you by your admirer after thousands of years. Presumably, this solemn way has always been unruly and you don't like it, but I want to express an unspeakable emotion in this way. You know, poetry is your dependence, and your poetry is also the dependence of many people.

the first time I met you was the song "Jiangchengzi? Hunting in Michigan. I don't know your embarrassing situation at all. I only know that you rely on words to draw an energetic' young lang' in my heart, "leading yellow with the left", "shooting tigers with the right" and "seeing Sun Lang". You go hunting in the whole city and have unlimited scenery. You rely on poetry to show your talents and write your ambitions freely. I think at that time, words were just gorgeous feathers on your official hat.

As I get older, I find that writing lyrics is your habit and the carrier of your life. You rely on "who cooks silkworms in a village" and "Shi Jun used to be a middleman" to tell you how comfortable you are in the field. Relying on "the flowing water in front of the door can still go west, don't sing yellow chickens with white hair." Recorded the ambition in your heart who likes to travel; Relying on the "small pond where the forest is cut off and the bamboo is hidden, the cicada is littered with grass", you pour out the little melancholy in a perfect life ... Words are your life, your habit of keeping a diary, not showing off. Relying on poetry, your figure looms in my mind, smiling, but unique without expression.

Mr. Dongpo, where does your soul live?

at last, I found you in the vast poetry. Your life depends not on showing off so arrogant or recording so trivial. "hate this life, grow apart, add huafa." With words, your life appears before my eyes. Your life is so ups and downs, there are unforgettable pains, there are worries about wanting to say goodbye, young people are famous in Beijing, and you hold the pen that brings you glory tightly; In the middle-aged Wutai poetry case, you are still writing words that have brought you trouble; In Xuzhou, you wrote about your complacency when you had a good political record; In Huangzhou, disheartened, you don't forget to make a butterfly's dream poem in your words, which is dependent on you. What you take is an unbearable bumpy road for ordinary people. Relying on poetry, you walk calmly. You and your brother know that it is difficult to meet, but they rely on poetry to recall their young dreams together. You and your friends know that your youth is gone and your ambition is hard to pay, but relying on poetry, you agree to go boating on the five lakes together; Also, you and your wife, knowing that there is a gap between Yin and Yang, rely on poetry to meet her on the other side of the years. Poetry and your life are intertwined, intertwined and dependent together. When you are desperate to light the spark in front of you and feel lonely, you pour out your feelings. It's called missing and homesickness ...

You rely on poetry all your life. Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, you rely on poetry, from a heroic young man to a middle-aged man who is depressed, to an old man who doesn't care about the world. The changes of time have passed on you. But dear you, the most authentic "Dongpo" always depends on your words, and your words are also in my heart, as well as the hearts of many people, which has become a kind of dependence.

In fact, you have been there all the time. How many people have been relieved by your "Who is like Dongpo's old man, and Bai Shou's ambition", and how many people have rekindled their hopes because of your "frosty temples"? Su Ci is not only your dependence, but also the comfort of the frustrated, the comfort of the down and out, and the company of the grieving.

thank you, su Shi. thank you, su Shi. you relied on su ci and witnessed how time flies and my growth. In your life, which is warmed by poetry, the honey you brewed with suffering finally made people get eternal sweetness.

Your admirer: Xiaoya

October 24, 2114