The melancholy spring in Shahe River is full of old flowers and new ones.
The small building is still in the setting sun, and there is no one in the building with hands hanging down.
——Song Dynasty·Su Shi's "Play Gift" Play Gift The melancholy spring of ten miles in the Shahe River, some flowers are old and some are new.
The small building is still in the setting sun, and there is no one in the building with hands hanging down.
Su Shi (1037-1101), a writer, calligrapher, painter and gourmet in the Northern Song Dynasty.
His courtesy name is Zizhan and his nickname is Dongpo Jushi.
Han nationality, Sichuan native, buried in Yingchang (now Jiaxian County, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province).
He had a bumpy official career throughout his life, but he was knowledgeable and talented. He was excellent in poetry, calligraphy and painting.
His writing is unbridled, clear and fluent. Together with Ouyang Xiu, he is called Ou Su, and he is one of the "Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties". His poetry is fresh and vigorous, good at using exaggeration and metaphor, and his artistic expression is unique. He is also called Su Huang together with Huang Tingjian.
He started a bold and unrestrained school and had a huge influence on later generations. Together with Xin Qiji, he was called Su Xin. He was good at calligraphy in running script and regular script. He was able to create his own ideas. His pen was rich and ups and downs, and he had an innocent taste. He was called Song Dynasty together with Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu and Cai Xiang.
The four schools have the same painting studies and literature, advocate spiritual similarity in painting, and advocate "scholar painting".
He is the author of "The Complete Works of Su Dongpo" and "Su Dongpo Yuefu".
Su Shi: Hundreds of rivers pass away day and night, and everything goes with me.
Only the heart of the past remains in its old place.
I recall being in Huaiyuan Station, closed in the autumn heat.
The soup of quinoa is related to the book and history, and the sweat is the same as that of Zi.
The west wind suddenly became shrill and shrill, and thousands of leaves penetrated the windows.
Zi got up to look for his clothes and sighed, holding my hand.
Don’t rely on your beautiful face. Don’t doubt this.
Parting is inevitable, and fame is a difficult period.
At that time, he was already in a state of desolation. Moreover, he was already aging.
It's hard to follow the lost path, but it's too early to learn the way.
The purchase of the field has been discussed in autumn, and the construction of the spring hall has been completed.
On a stormy night in the snow hall, I heard the sound of bed.
——Song Dynasty·Su Shi's "The Story of the Early Autumn" The Story of the Early Autumn by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty Read more ∨ Hundreds of rivers pass away day and night, and everything goes with me.
Only the heart of the past remains in its old place.
I recall being in Huaiyuan Station, closed in the autumn heat.
The soup of quinoa is related to the book and history, and the sweat is the same as that of Zi.
The west wind suddenly became shrill and shrill, and thousands of leaves penetrated the windows.
Zi got up to look for his clothes and sighed, holding my hand.
You cannot rely on your beautiful face, don’t doubt this.
Parting is inevitable, and fame is a difficult period.
At that time, he was already in a state of desolation. Moreover, he was already aging.
It's hard to follow the lost path, but it's too early to learn the way.
The purchase of the field has been discussed in autumn, and the construction of the spring hall has been completed.
On a stormy night in the snow hall, I heard the sound of bed.
▲ Yang Xiong’s works are not all extraordinary, and he is uniquely known as Guan Ping Ju Jingmei.
There are two children, a drunkard and a magician. Who knew Chen Zun and Zhang Song?
The master is drunk alone, so why not hold the crab claws in your left hand?
How can I see you again? I have the opportunity to send people to chase you, and I will try my best to make you crazy.
The spirit of glutinous rice and wine are the same. Please ask Master Manjusri for more information.
——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty "I was having a drink with a guest. Confucius Changfu met the visitor and invited him to a banquet. Suddenly he got on his horse and galloped away."
, uniquely known as Guanpingjujingmei.
There are two children, a drunkard and a magician. Who knew Chen Zun and Zhang Song?
The master is drunk alone, so why not hold the crab claws in your left hand.
How can I see you again? I have the opportunity to send people to chase you, and I will try my best to make you crazy.
The spirit of glutinous rice and wine are the same. Please ask Master Manjusri for more information.
Tao Ling's longing for home has not been completed for a long time, but he is famous even though he has not left.
There are only old men with gray beards in the mountains, and they are greeted by whistles and whistles for several miles.
Thousands of jade trees stand in the clouds, and a single ear of pearls falls in the cold mirror.
There are visitors with frosty eyebrows and blue eyes. They become three friends and look at each other coldly.
At the east foot of the mountain, the cloud roots show their horns and teeth, and the fine spring swallows the golden sand.
The bones of the mountain cannot be buried with earth and meat, and the dragon has not been allowed to bathe in the deep valley.
After eating, the tea pot is not deep, the breeze is worth a thousand pieces of gold.
The belly shakes, the breath falls in the garden, and the flowers fall in the garden, and I still have no satisfaction in my life.
The sun shines on the corridor at noon and the pillow is bright, and the water sinks and disappears, and the green smoke is horizontal.
No one can see the mountain people sleeping, only the mosquitoes buzzing around their temples.
——Song Dynasty·Su Shi's "Five Jue of Abbot Fori Shanrong" Five Jue of Abbot Fori Shanrong Su Shi of Song Dynasty Read more ∨ Tao Ling's longing for returning home has not been completed, and he is famous for being far away.
There are only old men with gray beards in the mountains, and they are greeted by whistles and whistles for several miles.
Thousands of jade trees stand in the clouds, and a single ear of pearls falls in the cold mirror.
There are visitors with frosty eyebrows and blue eyes. They become three friends and look at each other coldly.
At the east foot of the mountain, the cloud roots show their horns and teeth, and the fine spring swallows the golden sand.
The bones of the mountain cannot be buried with earth and meat, and the dragon has not been allowed to bathe in the deep valley.
After eating, the tea pot is not deep, the breeze is worth a thousand pieces of gold.
The belly shakes, the breath falls in the garden, and the flowers fall in the garden, and I still have not satisfied myself in my whole life.
The sun shines on the corridor at noon and the pillow is bright, and the water sinks and disappears, and the green smoke is horizontal.
No one can see the mountain people sleeping, only the mosquitoes buzz around their temples.