Bing Ji was born thin. That's more after the flight. The long curtain of day looks towards dusk. At dusk, I turn into ecstasy. You also know that lovesickness is painful. How can I bear to abandon my slave? Pass the mountain without hesitation. I'm afraid it's easy to say goodbye to him, but hard to see him. ——Su Shi, Song Dynasty, "Poppy Poppies" Poppies are born thin. That's more after the flight. The long curtain of day looks towards dusk. At dusk, I turn into ecstasy.

You still know the pain of lovesickness. How can I bear to abandon my slave? Pass the mountain without hesitation. I'm afraid it's easy to say goodbye to him, but hard to see him. 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. His calligraphy was good at 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. Together with Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu and Cai Xiang, he was called Song Dynasty. 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 rain is rising outside the threshold, and the smoke and willows in front of the door are green. I lay in the lonely literary garden for a long time, pushing the pillow to support the piano and crying. No one cared to listen. The wind of Xuxu is covered with clouds, and the bright moon reaches Xuanting. I will always remember the night in Hehuan East Hall, covering the embroidered screen with Xie Xiangluo. Qiongzhi woke up half drunk. ——He Zhu, Song Dynasty, "Drunk Qiongzhi (Ding Fengbo)"

Drunk Qiongzhi (Ding Fengbo) The rain outside the threshold has increased, and the smoke and willows in front of the door are green. I lay in the lonely literary garden for a long time, pushing the pillow to support the piano and crying. No one cared to listen.

The wind of Xuxu is covered with clouds, and the bright moon reaches Xuanting. I will always remember the night in Hehuan East Hall, covering the embroidered screen with Xie Xiangluo. Qiongzhi woke up half drunk. The generals are talking about being granted the title of marquis, and they are leaning against the building alone while playing piccolo and singing songs. Everything will go with the wind and rain, rest and play with the golden head of Tainan. Don't delay in urging the wine to drink, for the wine tastes like autumn is gone. The flowers smiled shyly on the old man's head, and the hairpin in his white hair did not relieve his sorrow. ——Song Dynasty·Huang Tingjian's "Nanxiangzi·The generals said to ennoble the princes"

Nanxiangzi·The generals said to ennoble the princes The generals said to ennoble the princes, the piccolo played long songs alone leaning against the building. Everything will go with the wind and rain, rest and play with the golden head of Tainan.

Don’t delay in urging the wine to drink. The taste of wine seems to be gone this autumn. The flowers smiled shyly on the old man's head, and the hairpin in his white hair did not relieve his sorrow. With emotion, the ups and downs in life have begun to subside. The curtain rolls with a hook and the moon shines brightly. Looking at the river, there are a few sparse stars, and the slowly slender clouds are crossing Linyue. This scenery is even more clear. Who wants to be gentle? The lonely lamp is dark, I walk alone in the hall, and crickets are in season on the grassy steps. It's hard to express my regret. Reminiscing about meeting each other at the bottom of the flower, I personally gave Luo Valerian as a gift. Spring Hongqiu wild geese farewell. I plan to find a brocade scale and send it to the ruler, but I am afraid that the smoke and waves will cross it. The song is broken and the saliva pot is missing. Swallowed. The meaning is empty. But drunkenness damaged Qiong's head, and he couldn't see the Sue Yao Palace. Yugou once shed red leaves. When we meet again, Nishang will listen carefully. The sky is far away from the colorful building, and the sleeves are stained with blood every night. ——"The King of Lanling" by Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty

The King of Lanling

Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty

Read more ∨ The rain has begun to stop. The curtain rolls with a hook and the moon shines brightly. Looking at the river, there are a few sparse stars, and the slowly slender clouds are crossing Linyue. This scenery is even more clear. Who wants to be gentle? The lonely lamp is dark, I walk alone in the hall, and crickets are in season on the grassy steps.

It is difficult to express my deep regret. Reminiscing about meeting each other at the bottom of the flower, I personally gave Luo Valerian as a gift. Spring Hongqiu wild geese farewell. I plan to find a brocade scale and send it to the ruler, but I am afraid that the smoke and waves will cross it. The song is broken and the saliva pot is missing.

Swallow sadly. The meaning is empty. But drunkenness damaged Qiong's head, and he couldn't see the Sue Yao Palace. Yugou once shed red leaves. When we meet again, Nishang will listen carefully. The sky is far away from the colorful building, and the sleeves are stained with blood every night.

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