The Cao Ling of Xianshan is wet with clouds, and the fragrant muscle powder is uneven.
The bright moon comes to vote for Yuchuanzi, and the breeze blows Wuling Spring.
You know, Jade Snow has a good heart, not a new face.
Don't laugh when you play a poem. Always beautiful.
Yoshioka fried tea
Living water must be boiled with living fire, which is clear from the fishing stone.
A big ladle stores the moon and spring urn, and a small spoon divides the river and the night bottle.
Snow milk has been turned over and fried, and the wind suddenly makes a diarrhea sound.
My heart hasn't changed because of three bowls, but I sat there listening to the length of this abandoned city.
Cooking tea in the experimental hospital
The crab's eyes are over the fish's eyes, trying to make the breeze.
The velvet falls out of the ground, and the dazzling turns around the snow.
The silver bottle of diarrhea soup boasts second place, and I don't know the meaning of water decoction in ancient and modern times.
Don't you see that in the past, Li Sheng's hospitality was self-frying, and you made a new spring from the fire of life.
I don't see how frying tea can learn from western Shu and Dingzhou flower porcelain can cut ruby.
I am poor and ill, and I am always hungry. I didn't have a sliced jade bowl, so I made tea like the public. Bo Hearthstone goes hand in hand.
I don't need to put five thousand volumes of words on my stomach. I hope it will be a long time when I get enough sleep.
Prelude to Water Melody
After several storms, the night before thunder, flag guns, Jian Xi spring scenery. Take a tongue, pound it to expose smoke, and make a pile of ziyun. Gently move the gold mill, the green dust will fly, the old dragon ball and the true phoenix marrow will be lit in the future, and the tongue will be withdrawn instantly. Wake up Qingzhou, fight back against the sandman by millions, and never dream of a balcony. There is a breeze under my arm and I want to go to Penglai.
2. Inquire about Su Dongpo's tea poems. Su Dongpo's poem about tea is:
1, Huanxisha
Clothes towel falling jujube flowers, cars ringing in the south of the village. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers.
The sun is shining, but he is too thirsty. He wants to find some water to drink. Then knock on a villager's door and ask, can I have a bowl of tea?
2. Moon Rabbit Tea
A ring is not a ring, nor is it a ring. There is a fuzzy jade rabbit in it.
Just like last month's beautiful dress, the full moon is still missing, so what year is it missing this month?
Didn't you see that the tea fighting boy couldn't bear to fight a small group with double ribbons on it?
3. "The Tibetan Rites of Monks with Two Rhymes"
Taoist priests have clear water mirrors in their chests, and everything can escape.
The ancient temple planted autumn chrysanthemums alone and should accompany the poet to dinner.
People ask whether there is any north or south, and there are many geese.
Sitting on Yi Chan's sofa behind closed doors, the years in my mind are empty and eventful.
I occasionally went out to seek Buddhism this year, trying to add trouble to Hui Jian.
A cloud of new mountains and rivers emerges, and first frost is not surprised.
You can't get it if you want to know, so you know there is no city to rely on.
Autumn wind dreams of Huai water and wants to see orange pomelo hanging in the air.
An old friend is in a corner of the sky, like the morning star.
Cheng Peng has been guarding his feet, and Zaolin Sangye invited him to see him.
Qianshan is not afraid of the distance, and his feet want to fly lightly.
Many colorful words can't be worn out, and there is still a feeling of a poet.
Apes have no intention of singing cranes, and they don't know there are pedestrians.
The night rain is empty and clear, who makes loneliness hide tears.
I will plant Yao grass in Xianshan, and sigh when it will be full.
Books, whips, paintings, filling in committees, making tea and burning chestnuts.
Begging for Mani is like turbid water, * * * watching the moon set.
4. "Leave two elders of Tong Yuan, the Baojue of Jinshan"
It was cool at night after a bath, and the remaining teeth and cheeks smelled of tea.
When the ship was about to cross the north shore, I found that Dong Xuan didn't want to be busy.
Ji Kang has a unique way to cure foreign things.
Romantic parents are still there, and it is still slim to see my return.
5, "take an examination of the hospital to make tea"
The crab's eyes are over the fish's eyes, trying to make the breeze.
The velvet falls out of the ground, and the dazzling turns around the snow.
The silver bottle of diarrhea soup praised the second place, but I don't know what the ancients meant by decocting water.
Don't you see that in the past, Li Sheng's hospitality was self-frying, and your enthusiasm made a new spring.
I don't see how frying tea can learn from western Shu and Dingzhou flower porcelain can cut ruby.
I'm poor, sick and hungry today, and I don't have a jade bowl for moths.
And learn to make tea and drink, followed by masonry.
I don't need to put five thousand volumes of words on my stomach. I hope it will be a long time when I get enough sleep.
Note: As the old saying goes, water decoction means tea decoction.
3. Su Shi wrote a poem about autumn, which was presented by Xu Junyou from Hanhui Building, a heavy drinker in Nanxiangzi.
The first frost water mark.
Light blue scales are exposed on distant continents.
The strength of the wine is fading, and the wind is soft and sad.
Broken hat, deep feeling but pricking head.
If the festival is a reward.
But it ruined the autumn of Qing Zun.
In the end, everything is a dream. Have a rest.
Huang Die is also worried tomorrow.
In the late autumn of the first frost, the water level drops, and the sandbar in the middle of the river is exposed in the distance. I didn't know that the breeze was blowing until the strength of the wine dropped, which made people feel chilly. Broken hat is sentimental and reluctant to be blown off by the wind.
How to spend the Double Ninth Festival is just drinking to kill time. Everything in the world is an empty dream for a moment, so don't mention the past again. After the Double Ninth Festival, the color and fragrance of chrysanthemums will be greatly reduced, and even butterflies obsessed with chrysanthemums will sigh and worry.
4. What are Su Shi's poems about wine? 1. When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. -"When will there be a bright moon?"
When did the bright moon begin to appear? I raised my glass and asked the distant sky.
2. The wine is still fresh and the temples are slightly frosty, so why not! -"Jiangchengzi Mizhou Hunting"
I drank wine, my mind was broadened, and my courage was more heroic. (Although) my temples were slightly white, (But) what's the harm?
The chilly spring breeze woke me up, slightly cold, but the mountain is inclined. -"Set off a storm, don't listen to the sound of leaves in the forest"
The spring breeze is cool, which makes me awake. At the beginning of the cold, the sunset in Chuqing on the mountain greeted me at the right time.
Sleep for a long time when you are sleepy, and sleep for a long time when you are thirsty for tea. Then knock on a villager's door and ask, can I have a bowl of tea? -"Huanxisha, rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers"
It's a long way and I'm drunk, but I just want to take a nap. The sun is shining, but I'm thirsty. I want to find some water anywhere. So he knocked on the door of a villager's house and asked, can I have a bowl of tea?
5. I woke up after eating cold rice and drinking wine. Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine use time. -"Looking at Jiangnan and Surpassing Taiwan Province"
After the Cold Food Festival, I woke up with a feeling of homesickness, so I had to comfort myself: don't miss my hometown in front of my old friends, just light a new fire and cook a cup of newly picked tea, and I should drink one while I am still young.
6. The wine base often has fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy. -"Xijiang Moon, One Dream in the World"
Wine is not good, but it worries about fewer guests. Although the moon is bright, it is always covered by clouds.
7. I once sighed: "There are guests without wine, wine without vegetables, and the moon is bright and white. What a good night!" -"Post-Red Cliff Fu"
After a while, I said regretfully, "There are guests without wine, and there is wine without food." The moonlight is bright and the breeze is blowing gently. How can I spend such a wonderful night? "
8. When I am drunk, I blend in with you. I need your help when I am drunk, but when I am drunk, I can forget my troubles. -"Water Tune Song Heading An Shi in the East China Sea"
Sing a song when you are drunk, and help me when you are drunk. Only when you are drunk will you forget your sadness.
9. So he raised his wine on the pavilion and told him he was a guest. He said, "It won't rain for five days?" -"Rain Pavilion"
So I held a banquet in the pavilion to persuade the guests to drink and told them about it, asking them, "Is it okay if it doesn't rain for five days?"
10. Jiangnan is good, a thousand points of wine, and a song is full of fragrance. -"Fang Ting, a snail's horn in name only"
How good life is in the south of the Yangtze River, 1000 minutes of wine, an elegant "Man Ting Square".
5. What poems about wine did Su Dongpo write? 1, when will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. -"Water Regulation"
2. Meeting everywhere is accidental, and the dreams are relatively different. I was drunk in the rain of the West Lake for fifteen years. -"Drinking Lake in the Rain in the Same Year as Mo"
3, wine is sleepy, but the Japanese are thirsty for tea. -"Huanxisha, rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers"
4. If you stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. -"He Xinlang Summer Scene"
5. Invite the bright moon to roll the curtain on wine and expose the window screen. -"Youth Travel Runzhou Works"
6. Farewell without wine and money, and advise you to have a cup of Bodhisattva Spring. -"Wuchang Quanquan Bodhisattva Spring Comes to Send Wang Lizi"
7. Leave me a few acres of wasteland and half a bottle of turbid wine to keep you warm. -"On the 20th day of the first month, Yu Yu was sent to the Zen Garden in the East of the Queen's City to go to Pangu, a native of Qiting County."
8, the wine base is often less, and the month is blocked by clouds. -"Xijiang Moon, One Dream in the World"
9, drunk and drunk. You will taste this taste. Pour amber-scented floating ants -"Drunkenness leads a dream to death"
10, the wine should not be too turbid, and people should be drunk. -"Mud mash has wonderful logic"
6. What are the mountains and moons in Su Shi's poems? Xijiang River is in Huangzhou, playing in the spring night and drinking in restaurants.
Drunk, take the moon to the bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less. It feels like it's already dawn, the mountains are crowded and the water is rushing, so I doubt it's earthly.
Write this number on the bridge fence. According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint.
I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass. It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao.
Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu. Xijiangyue is in Huangzhou, playing in the spring night and drinking in the restaurant.
Drunk, take the moon to the bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less. It feels like it's already dawn, the mountains are crowded and the water is rushing, so I doubt it's earthly.
Write this number on the bridge fence. According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint.
I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass. It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao.
Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu. Partridge forest breaks the hidden wall of mangosteen, cicada grass pond.
When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird. Press the pink color and it will smell sweet. Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset.
Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day. Youth Travel Service (Runzhou) was launched last year. Outside the gate of Yuhang, there is heavy snow.
At the end of spring this year, flowers are blooming like snow, and my home is still not seen. Invite the bright moon to the wine curtain, and the wind will penetrate the screen window.
Just as Heng E pitied Shuang Yan, he shone clearly and painted a tilted picture. (On March 7th, it was raining on Hu Sha Road.
The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, so just pretend to be like this. )
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo straw sandals are lighter than horses, who is afraid! A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
The diviner (the residence of Dinghuiyuan in Huangzhou) hangs sparse trees without a moon, which makes people silent. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
He Xinlang is dancing like smoke. No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night.
Hand-made white round fan, fan like jade for a while. I'm getting sleepy, lonely and awake.
Who will push the embroidery worker out of the curtain? It's a waste to teach people and dreams to break the music of Yao and Tai. The wind is beating on the bamboo again.
Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu. When all the flowers are floating, I will be alone with you.
Looking closely at a beautiful branch, my heart is as heavy as a burden. Afraid of being caught, autumn wind is green.
Stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. * * * pink tears, two rustling.
When I was seven years old, I met Meishan Laoni, surnamed Zhu, whose name I forgot. I'm ninety years old. He tasted it and followed his teacher into the palace of Meng Changjun, the master of Shu.
One day, on a hot day, Master Shu and Mrs. Hua Rui took a deep breath on the Maha Pool and wrote a word that Zhu Ju could remember. Forty years ago, Zhu had been dead for a long time.
People don't know this word, but they remember the first two sentences. I think about it in my spare time. Is it Song of the Fairy? This is a ball of feet. )
Jade bone with ice muscles, cool and sweat-free. Fenglaishui Temple is full of faint fragrance.
Embroidered curtains are opened, and a little bright moon peeks at people. People don't sleep, and their pillows are in a mess.
Hands up, the family is silent, and when you see the stars, you see the river. How about the evening? The night is midnight, the golden wave is light, and the jade rope turns low.
But Zhi Zhi, when will the west wind come? I don't know what to do, but time is changing secretly. Jiang (hunting in Michigan) is a teenager.
The left side leads to yellow and the right side leads to blue. Golden hat, mink and fur, thousands of riding rolls and leveling posts.
In order to repay the people of the whole city for following my generous hunting proposal, I will shoot this tiger myself like Sun Quan. The wine is full and the box is still open.
What's wrong with the slight frost on the temple? When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun. Jiangchengzi (the dream of the twentieth night of the first month) was born and died for ten years, and he forgot it without thinking.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the annual heartbroken place: moonlit night, short pine hill. Irises wither, red apricots are small, swallows fly, and people walk in the green water.
There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea! Swing in the outer wall of the road, laity in the wall, beautiful woman laughing in the wall. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
Huanxisha (visit Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi, and the stream flows west) is short-dipped, and the Songjiansha road is clean and mud-free. At dusk, the rain is whispering.
Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can still flow westward. Don't sing white-haired yellow chicken! Huanxisha (five songs on Xie Yu Road in Xumen Stone Beach) spins red makeup to see you, and the 3355 barbed fence door.
Line up and wear Ciro's skirt. Young and old help wheat harvest society, Wu Yuxiang Dance God Village.
When you are drunk, you lie in the dusk. Clothes and towels rustle with jujube flowers, and cars ring in the south and north of the village.
Cow clothes and ancient willows buy cucumbers. The sun is shining, but he is too thirsty. He wants to find some water to drink.
Then knock on a villager's door and ask, can I have a bowl of tea? Harmony music (Pengcheng stays at the Yanzi Building overnight, which is a dream, because of this word), the moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite.
Jumping fish in a curved harbor, the lotus leaves the dew, and the loneliness is unknown. Like three drums, one leaf is loud, and the dark dream cloud is broken.
In the dark, I found that there was nowhere to find it, and I felt that I had traveled all over the small garden. Tired of tourists from the ends of the earth, I returned to my home in the mountains and looked at my hometown.
Swallow house is empty, where is beauty? It's like a dream in ancient and modern times, but there are old joys and new grievances.
At different times, the night view of Taohuawu sighs for Yu Hao.
7. Sentences about Moonlight Chanting in Su Shi's Poems Su Shi's waterspout crossed the Chunjiang River, lying and watching the emerald green building rise. In the clouds, the smile is high, and the beauty is half drunk. Dangerous columns mourn strings, colorful songs ring, and clouds linger around the water. I miss my old friend's boss, and my romantic life has not diminished. I look back alone, in the smoke. Pushing the pillow is lost, and the river is empty and thousands of miles away. Wuhu heard that the ship was going home, and it was still carrying Chinese calligraphy. Yunmeng Zhou Nan, the south bank of Wuchang, should remember the past trip. Looking forward to seeing me in a passionate dream is also uneven.
Su Shi is full of vanity and meager profit, so he is very busy. The cause of fame and fortune is not necessarily strong, and the loser is not necessarily weak. Hurry up, throw off the shackles, indulge yourself and be carefree while you are idle. Even if it's only a hundred years, I'll get drunk and run 36000 yards. Think about it. How much can there be, sorrow and wind and rain, half of which hinder each other. What's the point? Write a short story about death. It is better to face the breeze and bright moon, take moss as a mattress and high clouds as a screen, and live quietly. Jiangnan is good, thousands of glasses of wine, and a song is full of fragrance.
Su Shi's bright moon asked for wine in the sky. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Su Shi missed the River of No Return, a romantic figure who wanders around the world. To the west of the humanistic base camp is Chibi in Zhou Lang, the Three Kingdoms. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once. Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. Feather fan black silk scarf, laughing, strong Lu ashes. The old country is falling, and you should laugh when you are affectionate. I was born early. The world is like a dream, a statue is still on the moon.
Su Shi's Magnolia has lost the breadth of first frost. Listen to whispers and swallow. Beauty still sings drunken songs, like an electric eraser for forty-three years. Autumn dew is dripping on the grass. Three, five, Ying Ying, two, eight. I am the same person as Yu, but the West Lake is the end of the month.
Su Shi's Xijiang Wenyue Road Phoenix belt is not as good as one person. Ye Xiang knows who to burn with. Look at the water and smoke. The clouds are green before the wind blows, and the jade face is drunk and red tide. Don't teach me to spend a miserable night. The moon and the beauty.
The fisherman in Su Shi's works is proud and charming. Yingying has no reason to say water. Look at the blue sky and sunset. Nowhere to find. Dream back to grass and spring. Birds are scattered like rain. Zhou Tingping is old and fragrant. Mingyue does housework affectionately. But take it. Qing Guangchang sent someone back.
Su Shi's son from Nanxiangzi can't get to Xiegongtai. The moon is in the sky, and the breeze is cool. Where did the bearded grandson go? Start over. Short Li is more talented. Autumn is gradually destroying. Huang Yingying glasses in the yard. Look at peach blossoms, spring and February, and fight for it. It's all Liu Lang's failure.
Where does Su Shi's Nanxiangzi lean? A tall building with a string tube is a full moon. Wan Li, Hu Die's dream home, still exists. When you get old, you will be strong and forgive yourself. Mirror borrows beauty. It is necessary to compare the world with dreams. Candles are half-caged gold and jade, and they have more apertures. Embroidery was burned and slept alone.
Green cymbals were opened on the ancient bank of Su Shi's Nangezi, and the new canal took the blue stream. I will visit all the buildings. I remember that he helped to build roads and entered Xizhou. It's rainy in the solar terms, and I send Ye Zhou for the rest of my life. Only water chestnut and chicken head. There are even thousands of months. I'll stay for a while.