Don't expect to be ugly, the wind and rain have hurt your soul.
It's better to meet strangers and describe them better.
It's about making Suzaku grow golden flowers, so don't change cars at the same time.
In 500 years, whoever comes back will see two consultants. Su Shi (1037-1101) was a writer, painter and gourmet in the Northern Song Dynasty. Zi yue Zhan, no Dongpo lay man. Han nationality, Sichuanese, was buried in Yingchang (now Jiaxian County, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province). I have a bumpy career, profound knowledge, extremely high talent and excellent poetry, calligraphy and painting. His writing style, Wang Yang, is unrestrained and fluent, and he is also called Ou Su with Ouyang Xiu, one of the "Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties"; Poetry is fresh and vigorous, making good use of exaggeration and metaphor, and its artistic expression is unique. Together with Huang Tingjian, they are called Su Huang. The uninhibited school has a great influence on later generations, and it is called Su Xin with Xin Qiji. Calligraphy is good at running script and regular script, and it can be innovative. Writing with a pen is ups and downs, full of childlike interest. And Huang Tingjian, Mi Fei and Cai Xiang are also called Song Sijia. Painting is the same as literature. In painting, we advocate spirit likeness and "literati painting". He is the author of The Complete Works of Su Dongpo and Dongpo Yuefu. Su Shi
It is difficult to use talents in ancient times, and it is often pedantic to talk about heights. You see, Zhao Wei is old, but for Dr. Teng. Clouds have no roots, and yellow can be instant. If you know the success or failure of several classics, you can see the true virtue and stupidity. Feathers shine on the city and talk and laugh in the corner. In those days, the old envoy surrendered to Yu Tu with his bare hands. What happened to Zhulang? He whipped his children. I know uncle, he is not against the moon and supports Hu. -Song Su Shi's "Sending Fan Chunchun to Keep Gyeongju" sent Fan Chunchun to keep Gyeongju.
It is difficult to use talents in ancient times, and it is often pedantic to talk about heights.
You see, Zhao Wei is old, but for Dr. Teng.
Clouds have no roots, and yellow can be instant.
If you know the success or failure of several classics, you can see the true virtue and stupidity.
Feathers shine on the city and talk and laugh in the corner.
In those days, the old envoy surrendered to Yu Tu with his bare hands.
What happened to Zhulang? He whipped his children.
I know uncle, he is not against the moon and supports Hu. The big country is quiet, and the small courtyard is idle. It's raining in Jiangxi, and the spring water in Li Anquan is flowing. Cook Gong Mingxue and wash wool balls together. Qiu Si gave birth to silver carp and sent cold clothes to Orange Island. Without a house, RoyceWong went upstairs. There are not many days in the old scene, and I dreamed of several States. Dare to escape wine, and stay for peace poems. Old words hide new words, and the breeze is complacent. -In the Song Dynasty, Su Shi's "Faithfulness to Dr. Huo in the county and the rhyme of this poem" Faithfulness to Dr. Huo in the county and the rhyme of this poem.
The big country is quiet, and the small courtyard is idle.
It's raining in Jiangxi, and the spring water in Li Anquan is flowing.
Cook Gong Mingxue and wash wool balls together.
Qiu Si gave birth to silver carp and sent cold clothes to Orange Island.
Without a house, RoyceWong went upstairs.
There are not many days in the old scene, and I dreamed of several States.
Dare to escape wine, and stay for peace poems.
Old words hide new words, and the breeze is complacent. During the reign of Emperor Jiayou, the academician invited Deng to be the prefect of Wuchang, and he often traveled to Xishan, and people in the mountains can still talk about it. Stone lives in Huanggang, facing Wuchang, and often travels between Xishan. On November 29th, the first year of Yuan You, I went to the imperial examination hall and occasionally talked about the past with the Suyutang Holy Prayer Society. Taste the rocks in the valley inscriptions in Yuan Dynasty in autumn. Because of this poem, please give it to others, so that it can be engraved on the inscription. Pu Tao knows the Lusheng in Chunjiang, and Guanliu in Wuchang knows who planted it. Recalling the spring wine in Fan's mouth, I set foot on the western hills to find wild plums. When the Western Hills climb fifteen miles, the wind will fly to Cui Wei. My fellow travelers and I were trapped in Jiuquling, and the clothes were owned by Taiwan independence, the king of Wu. The Central Plains faces north, and the setting sun is low in yellow dust. On the way back to Xie Jianting, Cang Ya half entered the cloud peach pile. Lang Weng is still drunk today, but the stone mortar cup is not drunk. Come to the ancient times as an heir, and the punch line stays in the mountains. So far, thorns and weeds are not bad, and I often worry about burning moss in the wild. At that time, the other party was invisible, and Yutang faced the gold medal. I'm afraid the bald head will be straight in the same night, and the rafters will be tall when lying down. The dream by the river was suddenly broken, and the copper ring jade locked the spring thunder. The mountain man's account is empty, and the rivers and lakes are full of aquatic geese. Please send a poem to your elders and mourn with Wan He. -Song Su Shi's "Wuchang Xishan (Parallel Prose)" Wuchang Xishan (Parallel Prose)
Su Shi in Song Dynasty
∨ In Jiayou Middle School, Bachelor Hanlin invited Deng Weichang to enlighten him, and he often traveled to Xishan, where people can still talk about it.
Stone lives in Huanggang, facing Wuchang, and often travels between Xishan.
On November 29th, the first year of Yuan You, I went to the imperial examination hall and occasionally talked about the past with the Suyutang Holy Prayer Society.
Taste the rocks in the valley inscriptions in Yuan Dynasty in autumn. Because of this poem, please give it to others, so that it can be engraved on the inscription.
Pu Tao knows the Lusheng in Chunjiang, and Guanliu in Wuchang knows who planted it.
Recalling the spring wine in Fan's mouth, I set foot on the western hills to find wild plums.
When the Western Hills climb fifteen miles, the wind will fly to Cui Wei.
My fellow travelers and I were trapped in Jiuquling, and the clothes were owned by Taiwan independence, the king of Wu.
The Central Plains faces north, and the setting sun is low in yellow dust.
On the way back to Xie Jianting, Cang Ya half entered the cloud peach pile.
Lang Weng is still drunk today, but the stone mortar cup is not drunk.
Come to the ancient times as an heir, and the punch line stays in the mountains.
So far, thorns and weeds are not bad, and I often worry about burning moss in the wild.
At that time, the other party was invisible, and Yutang faced the gold medal.
I'm afraid the bald head will be straight in the same night, and the rafters will be tall when lying down.
The dream by the river was suddenly broken, and the copper ring jade locked the spring thunder.
The mountain man's account is empty, and the rivers and lakes are full of aquatic geese.
Please send a poem to your elders and mourn with Wan He. ▲