Fang Hua's women are full of energy, and she can write freely on Dongpo.
It's hearty and majestic, and there are many black silk scarves in Chibi.
the letter is full of joy and learning, and it is full of clouds and mountains.
I can't finish what I want, and it will be Qin E in three days.
listening to Mr. ding's class is a pleasure. Not only can I be immersed in it with the singing of sound and emotion, but also can be inspired by Teacher Ding's ingenious inspiration, and the electro-optical Shi Huo can imagine beyond the world. A good lesson made us fall in love with Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia, without Cai Feng's wings and yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn. A good lesson made us quietly walk into Dongpo, meet unexpectedly, understand the poet's lofty aspirations, understand the poet's difficulties and helplessness, and shed a tear.
river of no return at the beginning is a romantic figure through the ages. Think for thousands of years and see through Wan Li. As the Yangtze River rolls eastward, the water disappears, and the waves wash away the heroes. The deceased is so worried about staying up all night, even though there are eight famines throughout the ages. I talked about my teenage madness, holding the yellow on the left and holding the blue on the right, and riding the golden hat sable Qiu Qian on a flat post to report the whole city to the prefect, shoot the tiger and see Sun Lang. ——————— Looking northwest, shooting Sirius. Su Dongpo, who is full of lofty sentiments, was suppressed by the old and new forces, so his talent and ambition could not be put into practice, but he had a noble head that never bowed his head and a childlike heart that never gave up.
Back in those days, the talent in the science field was amazing, which made literary giants like Mei Yaochen Ouyang Xiu fall in love with it. I should give up my place. Zhao Zhen, the emperor of the dynasty, said happily to the harem, I am now the Prime Minister of Taiping for future generations. However, the fate is ill-fated and the career is sinister. Su Shi, whose beauty is destroyed by Lin Feng, is highly praised, versatile and sharp-edged. He was suppressed and excluded, and Wutai poetry case was convicted because of his words, and he was abused by villains, who wanted to count the dead.
after reading Yu Qiuyu's Su Dongpo Breakthrough and Lin Yutang's Su Dongpo Biography, Su Shi was hit by the darkest and most ruthless slander of human nature at the low point of his life, and his personality became more mature, his spirit became more calm and calm, and his character was also improved, so he no longer turned back like a moth. Confucian, poor is immune, and the mission of helping the world depends on it; Taoism's carefree inaction, forgetting things and forgetting me, has also become a spiritual prescription; For Buddhists, seeing mountains is mountains, not mountains, but mountains. Su Shi, who is deeply rooted, is wandering in the world of Bodhi.
bamboo sticks and sandals are lighter than horses. Who's afraid? I'll spend my whole life in a misty rain. Who says life cannot return to the juvenile period again? The water in front of the door can still flow west, so don't sing yellow chicken with white hair. Don't miss your old country for your old friends, and try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine take advantage of time. After a narrow escape, I left the capital and wandered to Huangzhou. With the help of my friends, I bought Tian Dongpo and set up a number of huts, which made me happy. Early in the morning get up early to eradicate the weeds, the night falls on the moonlight carry hoe to return. The harvested grain turns into wine, and Dongpo meat becomes a delicacy on the tip of the tongue. Don't laugh at the farmhouse brewing in the month of the muddy and muddy, in the harvest moon, the hospitality dishes are very rich. After drinking Dongpo at night, I woke up drunk and came back as if it were midnight. The child's breath has thundered. You shouldn't even knock at the door, but lean on your stick and listen to the sound of the river. Long hate this body is not mine, when to forget the camp. The midnight wind is calm and the lines are flat. Since then, the boat has passed away, and Jianghai has sent the rest of his life. From then on, heaven and earth are against travel, and human taste is pure joy. Su Dongpo, with such a state of mind, has a unique poem "Red Cliff Fu" and a bold and unconstrained word "Niannujiao-Red Cliff Nostalgia".