Young people don’t go out for anything, and occasionally catch the east wind and turn into a good night. The jade and flying wood powder are scattered, and the cigarette smoke comes to the moon. The river clouds are clear and flattering, and the bamboo dew is silent and vast. Thousands of willows have been frightened and weakened, and there is still a broken plum branch. Reciting clear poems alone brings me peace. Who can borrow the liquor when I have exhausted it? No matter how young you are, you will pass by suddenly, but I am afraid that your joy will fade away every year. I know that my drunken ears love the pine breeze, and I will build a hut in the frost forest. The big floating steamer is like cooking jade, and the small trough is like pressing sugar cane. The true flavor in the drink becomes stronger and stronger, and the raving in drunkenness is terrifying. But when he thanked his wife, he was sarcastic and scolded. ——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty "Residing in Dinghui Courtyard and occasionally going out on a moonlit night" Residence in Dinghui Courtyard and occasionally going out on a moonlit night A lonely man never goes out for anything, and occasionally catches the east wind and turns to a good night.

The jade and flying wood powder are scattered around the cigarettes and come under the moon.

The river clouds are clear and flattering, and the bamboo dew is silent and vast.

Thousands of willows have been frightened and weakened, and there is still a broken plum branch.

Reciting clear poems alone brings me peace. Who can borrow the liquor when I have exhausted it?

The youth will pass by suddenly, but I am afraid that the joy will fade away every year.

I know that I love the pine breeze and will build a hut in the frost forest.

The big floating steamer is filled with cooking jade, and the small troughs are like pressing cane.

The real taste becomes stronger when you drink, and it’s scary when you are drunk and raving.

But when he thanked his wife, he scolded and insulted her. Su Shi (1037-1101) was 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 could 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 The breeze blew solemnly through the window, and a one-foot-long perimeter of bamboo was built in front of the window. The green snow falls on the summer mat one after another, and the green mist slowly touches people's clothes. On the high mountain, cicadas hug leaves and make noise, while people are still and green feathers fly through the forest. The Taoist Jue Li looked at Hanbi and asked why the crane bones were so fat. ——Song Dynasty·Su Shi's "Han Bixuan in the Shouxing Courtyard"

Hanbixuan in the Shouxing Courtyard The gentle breeze shook the windows solemnly, and there was a one-foot-long bamboo fence in front of the windows.

The green snow falls on the summer mat, and the green mist touches people's clothes.

On the high mountains, cicadas hug leaves and make noise, while people are still and green feathers fly through the forest.

Taoist Jue Li looked at Hanbi and asked why the crane bones were fat. I give you a long hairpin and you sing songs. Every time you eat, there is no fish and you sigh at the snake. Once I see a violent young master, I want to compete with him for the crown. How can it be better than Du Ling, a poor and sick old man who spends his days in a garden with a short straw? The old man is unable to cut off the dragon and stab the tiger, so the official who wears the cow and the calf refuses. Therefore, it is unintentional to change the inkstone, for fear that Jun Xuan will damage Tianhe. What does it mean to write poetry to counter the sword? I know that you want to sharpen your sword with poetry. The newspapers complained bitterly that they had no good words, so they tried to seek help from Jun Yan for the aftermath. The poem turns into a sword and the inkstone responds with laughter, which makes the house leak into the river. ——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty "Zhang composed a poem to send an inkstone and turned back with a sword, and his poems were returned with swords"

Zhang composed a poem to send an inkstone and turned back with a sword, and his poems were returned with swords

Song Dynasty Su Shi expands and reads the full text∨ I give you a long hairpin and I sing a song. Every time I eat no fish, I sigh at the snake.

As soon as I saw the violent young master, I would like to compete with him for the crown.

How can he be better than Du Ling, a poor and sick old man who spends all his time in a harem and a short straw?

Beheading the dragon and stabbing the tiger is too old, so the official with the cow and the calf refuses.

Therefore, it is unintentional to change the inkstone, for fear that Jun Xuan will damage Tianhe.

What is the meaning of writing poetry to counter the sword? I know that you want to sharpen your sword with poetry.

The newspapers complained bitterly that they had no good words, so they tried to ask Jun Yan for the aftermath.

The poem turns into a sword and the inkstone responds with laughter, which makes the leakage of the house hang over the river. ▲ The crow of the beetles urges the dawn, and the noise and noise slander each other. The dark crickets weep all night long, chirping and mourning each other. The cicada that drinks the wind is extremely clean, and sings for a long time without changing its tune. Earthworms that eat soil have no intestines, and they scream all day long. The kite's greedy voice is the most despicable, and the magpie's joy is predictable. All because of the injustice, weep, cry and laugh. Ruan Sheng is already careless, and his grandson is not good either. The Taoist opens this pavilion and sits quietly to take care of himself. When the wind blows and shakes the rivers and seas, it cannot be said that it is ignorant. What can I say when I am exhausted? The wind blows and the bamboos whistle. ——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty "Master Dinghui Yong opened the Xiaoxuan Pavilion for Yu Zhuxia"

Master Dinghui Yong opened the Xiaoxuan Pavilion for Yu Zhuxia

Su Shi of the Song Dynasty Read the full text ∨ The cries of crows urge the dawn, and the noises slander each other.

The dark crickets weep all night long, chirping and mourning each other.

The cicada drinks the wind and is pure, and sings for a long time without changing its tune.

Earthworms that eat soil have no intestines, and they scream all day long.

The greedy sound of a kite is the most despicable, but the magpie's joy is predictable.

All because of the injustice, weeping, crying and laughing.

Ruan Sheng is already careless, and his grandson is not good either.

The Taoist opened this pavilion and sat in silence to take care of himself.

The rushing wind shakes the rivers and seas, and it cannot be said that it is ignorant.

What can I say when I am exhausted? The wind blows and the bamboo whistles.

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