1. About the poems written by Su Shi

Su Shi's

Spring Night

A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.

The sound of singing in the pavilion is soft, and the night is deep in the swing courtyard.

A banquet in the Yuan Dynasty

The pale moon and sparse stars surround Jianzhang, and the fairy wind blows down Royal stove incense.

The courtier stands in the Tongming Hall, and a red cloud holds the Jade Emperor.

Flower shadows

One after another on the Yaotai, I called the boy several times but couldn't leave.

The sun has just taken away the world, but the bright moon has taught me to see the future.

Evening scene of the Spring River in Huichong

A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.

The ground is full of artemisia and short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.

Mid-Autumn Moon

The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.

This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?

Shui Uotou Song

When will the bright moon come?

Ask the sky about the wine.

I don’t know what year it is today when I go to the palace.

I want to ride the wind back home,

but I am afraid of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings,

It is too cold at high places,

I dance to clear my shadow. ,

How does it seem to be in the world.

Turn to the Zhu Pavilion,

Low Qihu,

The light is sleepless,

There should be no hatred,

Why is it so long to be apart?

People have joys and sorrows,

The moon waxes and wanes,

It is difficult to complete this time.

I wish you a long life,

Thousands of miles away, I love the beauty of Chanjuan.

Note: There are many more poems by Su Shi, so I won’t list them all in detail. 2. Poems written by Su Dongpo in Huizhou

Original text of the poem:

In Huainan Village on Chunfeng Ridge, the plum blossoms had died in the past. Little did he know that when we meet each other again after wandering, we are faced with wild wind, rain, and sorrow at dusk.

Lizhipu is long and half-fallen, and the lying trees stand out in the orange garden. How can it be that the dim light leaves the night dark, fearing that the coldness will repel the winter warmth.

Among the thorns under the Songfeng Pavilion, two jade pistils were intertwined in the Ming Dynasty. The fairy clouds in Hainan fall down to the ground, and under the moon the silk clothes come to knock on the door.

When I wake up from wine and dream, I walk around the tree, the wonderful meaning is there but I can’t say anything at the end. Sir, don't sigh when you drink alone. Fortunately, the setting moon can peek into the clear bottle.

Vernacular translation:

In previous years, I visited Huainan Village in Chunfeng Ridge, and the desolate plum blossoms were heartbreaking. Unexpectedly, I wandered to the end of the world and saw its beauty again under the Pine Wind Pavilion; in this melancholy dusk, in this wild wind and rain. The fruit leaves in Lychee Puli have half fallen, leaving only a long strip left to meditate silently and feel even more lonely. In the lush palm tree garden, the trees are still beautiful and the branches are leaning.

Her green leaves are shining with a little bit of light. Is it because she wants to retain the alluring twilight of the night? I'm just afraid that her cold beauty will scare away the warmth of this southern winter. Under the Pine Wind Pavilion, among the wild thorn bushes, two winter plum blossoms bloomed beautifully, their stamens as white as jade and as ice. The morning light illuminates its beautiful face, making it look extraordinarily bright and crystal clear.

Could it be that Hainan goddess Jiao Na rides fairy clouds and descends on the silent courtyard late at night? Listen, it is this fairy in white who is knocking on the door gently under the moonlight. I woke up from a deep dream and woke up from the drunkenness. I got up and wandered around the plum tree. The flowers were in my eyes and my mind was full of wonderful ideas. However, I could only sigh without saying a word. Hua'er said, Sir, you are still drinking fine wine, so don't sigh for me anymore; fortunately, in your clear wine glass, there is still the moon setting in the sky to look at you.

Source: From "Plum Blossoms in Bloom Under the Pine Wind Pavilion on November 26th" by Su Shi, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty.

About the author:

Su Shi (January 8, 1037, some say December 19, 1036 - August 24, 1101), courtesy name Zizhan and Hezhong, Tieguan Taoist and Dongpo layman, known as Su Dongpo and Su Xian in the world, Han nationality, from Meishan, Meizhou (Meishan City, Sichuan Province), his ancestral home is Luancheng, Hebei, and a famous writer, calligrapher and painter in the Northern Song Dynasty.

In the second year of Jiayou (1057), Su Shi became a Jinshi. During the reign of Emperor Shenzong of the Song Dynasty, he served in Fengxiang, Hangzhou, Mizhou, Xuzhou, Huzhou and other places.

In the third year of Yuanfeng (1080), he was demoted to the deputy envoy of Huangzhou Tuanlian due to the "Wutai Poetry Case".

After Zhezong of the Song Dynasty came to the throne, he served as a bachelor of Hanlin, a bachelor of attendance, and a minister of the Ministry of Rites. He also went to Hangzhou, Yingzhou, Yangzhou, Dingzhou and other places. In his later years, he was demoted to Huizhou and Danzhou because of the new party's rule. Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty was pardoned and returned to the north, but died of illness in Changzhou on the way. During the reign of Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty, he was posthumously given the title of Grand Master, with the posthumous title "Wenzhong".

Extended information:

Creative background:

This is a poem written by Su Shi when he was sixty years old in the first year of Shaosheng (1094) when he was demoted in Huizhou. In June of this year, Su Shi received another banishment order on his way south. He was ordered to be appointed Sima of the Jianchang Army and resettled in Huizhou. He was not allowed to sign official documents. In August, he was demoted to deputy envoy of Ningyuan Army and was still resettled in Huizhou. On October 3rd, we finally arrived at Huizhou Demotion Station.

He initially lived in Hejiang Tower, and moved to Jiayou Temple on the 18th (see the preface to the poem "Moving to Residence" in Volume 5 of "The Later Collection").

Songfeng Pavilion is close to Jiayou Temple. Su Shi's "Songfeng Pavilion" said: "Looking up at the pavilion, it is still at the end of the wood." And "Ti Jiayou Temple" said: "The first residence in Jiayou Temple" The Songfeng Pavilion of Yousi is known to all the chickens and dogs within the reach of the walking stick. "The pavilion and the temple are both on the hillside. On November 26th of this year, the plum blossoms were in full bloom under the Songfeng Pavilion. The poet was so excited that he wrote this poem.

Baidu Encyclopedia - Plum blossoms bloomed under the Songfeng Pavilion on November 26th 3. Poems about Mount Lu written by Su Shi

To know the face of Mount Lu, he was an old friend in his years.

Since the past, I have cherished the pure appreciation and wandered in the mist.

Now it is no longer a dream, it is really Lushan.

Mango shoes and green bamboo stick, hang a hundred coins on your own to travel.

It’s strange that no one knows the old prince in the deep mountains.

Study in Lushan Mountain, and work as a county at the foot of Lushan Mountain.

The chaotic clouds are about to haze the mountains, and the wind blows southward.

The group of people responds harmoniously and bravely looks forward to the past.

Poor Hui Wei, purple and green mist appear from time to time.

The geese have disappeared from the east ridge, and the dragon has vacated the west niche.

Sitting and laughing for a while, and talking in various ways.

The heavy rain broke through the ridges, and the clear blast swept away the muddy culverts.

Where can I go?

The pavilion of Zixiao Peak and the graceful White Stone Temple.

The five elders count the pines and snow, and the twin streams fall into the Tiantan.

Although the cloud prayed silently in response, I felt ashamed to have moved the text. 4. About the ancient poems written by Su Shi

There are too many poems written by Su Shi, as follows:

Shui Diao Ge Tou

Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, Happy Drinking in the Dandan , I was very drunk and wrote this article, and I was pregnant with my son.

When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine.

I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky.

I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places.

How can it be like being in the human world when you dance to clear your shadow?

Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless.

There shouldn’t be any hatred, so what’s the point of saying goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.

I wish you a long life and a long life.

Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia

The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages.

To the west of the fort, there is Humanity and Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms at Chibi.

Rocks pierced the sky, stormy waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.

The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time.

I think back to the old days when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome.

Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the boats and oars disappeared into ashes.

My motherland wanders in my mind, my affection should laugh at me, and I will be born early.

Life is like a dream, a statue returns to the moon.

There are many more, such as <Jiang Chengzi> ah, you can go to Baidu Tieba and Su Shiba,

There are many experts there. Haha. Best wishes. Good luck to you. 5. About Su Shi's poems about Hainan

Spring is everywhere under the Luofu Mountain, and the oranges and yellow plums are fresh every time. If you eat three hundred lychees a day, you may grow up to be a Lingnan native.

After Su Shi arrived in Huizhou, he felt that Huizhou’s scenery was truly worthy of its reputation:

It is spring at the foot of Luofu Mountain, and oranges and yellow plums are blooming one after another.

If you eat three hundred lychees a day, you may grow up to be a Lingnan native.

("The Best of Huizhou")

Every time he goes to a place, he will have deep feelings for it.

Su Shi lived in three places in Huizhou: Hejiang Tower, Jiahao Temple, and Baihe Peak.

He said in the preface to the poem "Moving to Residence":

I arrived in Huizhou on October 2, the first year of Shaosheng's reign, and lived in Hejiang Tower. On the eighteenth day of the month, he moved to Jiahao Temple. On March 19, 2012, it moved back to Hejiang Tower. It was returned to Jiahao Temple on April 20, 3rd year. At that time, Fang Bu built a new residence on the White Crane Peak. How could the common people be so safe?

The poem "Moving to Residence" reads:

The year before last, my home was east of the river, and looking back the sunset was beautiful.

Last year, my home was west of the river, and my face was wet with green rain and soft rain.

I have no choice between the East and the West, and I will soon pass away if my destiny is exhausted.

This year I am moving east again, so let’s have a chat in the old hotel.

I have bought Baihe Peak as a plan for the end of my life.

When Su Shi first arrived in Huizhou, he lived in Hejiang Tower, also known as Huizhou East Gate Tower. The building is located at the confluence of the Dongjiang River and the Xijiang River. It is surrounded by green seas and mountains, surrounded by rivers, with the cool autumn breeze and the chirping of birds, making it feel like a fairyland. In his poem "Living in Hejiang Tower", he said:

The sea and mountains are lush and green, and the air is beautiful. The Zhulou blooms where the two rivers meet.

The abbot of Penglai should not be far away, and he is willing to come up the river for Su Zi.

Su Shi lived here for a short time and then moved to Songfeng Pavilion of Jiahao Temple. When Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou, he passed by Chunfeng Ridge in Macheng, Hubei Province and encountered plum blossoms in full bloom. This time when I was demoted to Huizhou, I lived in Songfeng Pavilion of Jiahao Temple and saw plum blossoms blooming again. Su Shi wrote in the poem "Plum Blossoms in Bloom under the Pine Wind Pavilion on November 26th":

In Huainan Village on Chunfeng Ridge, the plum blossoms were gone in the past.

Little did we know that we would meet each other again when we were wandering, and it would be a wild wind, rain, and sorrow at dusk.

Su Shi was demoted to Huizhou and lived there for several more years. He felt deeply that "there was no way to return to the Central Plains looking north", so he began to make long-term plans. He bought several acres of land in Baihe Peak, built about 20 houses, dug a well about 40 feet deep, and planted various fruit trees. His requirement for the fruit tree seedlings is that they are neither too big nor too small. If they are too big, they will be difficult to plant. If they are too small, he will die before the fruit trees can grow into a forest.

Generally speaking, Su Shi was relatively relaxed and at ease during his stay in Huizhou. "In the Plum Blossom Village at the foot of Luofu Mountain, the jade and snow are the bones and the ice is the soul.

...The beauty of heaven and country is willing to look after each other, knowing that my wine is ripe and the poems are warm." ("Plum Blossoms in Bloom under the Songfeng Pavilion") ——This is appreciating plum blossoms: “Polling boiled sunflower soup and pouring cinnamon wine (wine), it’s a pity that the romance is in barbarian villages.” (“New Guinness Wine”) ——This is making wine; “The first sun is shining, and the hidden scales are lying down. See. If you want to catch fish, you will enjoy fishing." ("Jiangjiao") - This is fishing. Su Shi occasionally visited monks and met friends. Zhan Fan, the prefect of Huizhou, was very kind to Su Shi. He once visited Su Shi with wine and may have helped him financially: "The wine materials have been sent to the disciples, and the vegetables have been thanked by the landlord." (" "Newly brewed cinnamon wine") and said: "If you want a handful of rice from Gongjin, try to fill a five-stone bottle from Zhuangsheng." ("Hui Shou Zhanjun saw peace, repeated rhyme") Zhou Yanzhi, the prefect of Xunzhou (now Longchuan, Guangdong), He once helped Su Shi financially: "I didn't dare to knock on the door to ask for night talk, but would always bring rice in my mouth to continue cooking in the morning. Knowing that it was difficult for the emperor to pay his salary, he also looked for Polygonatum japonica to cure hunger." ("Reply to Zhou Xunzhou") Su Shi in Huizhou During this period, his cousin Cheng Zhengfu was serving the sentence for Guangzhou and visited him in Huizhou: "My brother cleans the temple utensils and holds the integrity of the sea. ... People talk about Han officials, and God sends Chu prisoners to live. Hui Ran will never pass me again. It will be a pleasure to stay for ten days." ("Welcoming Brother Zhengfu with Poems") After Cheng Zhengfu arrived in Huizhou, they visited Baiyun Mountain, Xiangji Temple and other famous places together. In general, Su Shi had a good life in Huizhou: "The customs and food are not bad, and the officials and the people treat each other very well." ("Reply to Chen Jichang") 6. Su Shi's poems about the moon

Yes The wine roller curtain invites the bright moon, and the wind reveals the window screen. ——Su Shi's "A Young Man's Journey to Runzhou"

The sound of the phoenix flute breaks through the bright moon, and I raise my hand to express my gratitude, indicating that people are about to leave. ——Su Shi's "Magpie Bridge Immortal Farewell to Chen Lingju on Chinese Valentine's Day"

As you walk around the corridor, the half-fallen plum blossoms are fragrant. ——Su Shi's "Reduced Words Magnolia·Spring Moon"

Zhong Ye's beads are an inch in diameter, and they shine like the moon at night. ——Su Shi's "Sending Ouyang Tuiguan to Huazhou to Supervise the Wine" The sound of wind flute cuts off the moonlight, raising hands to thank, people are about to leave.

- Su Shi's "Magpie Bridge Immortal·Qixi Festival"

On the night of October 12th, the sixth year of Yuanfeng, I undressed and was about to fall asleep. The moonlight came into my house, and I happily set off. ——Su Shi's "Night Tour of Chengtian Temple"

If this night in this life is not good, where can I see the bright moon next year? ——Su Shi's "Yangguan Song" Life is like a dream, a statue returns the moon to the river. ——Su Shi's "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia"

The east wind is full of admiration, and the fragrance needs to be filled with moonlight in the sky to turn the corridor. ——Su Shi's "Begonia·The east wind curls up in Chongguang"

It is expected that the heart will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short of Matsuoka. ——Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao"

The sun has just swept away the sky, but the bright moon has taught me to see the future. ——Su Shi's "Flower Shadow" 7. Su Shi's poems about Red Cliff

Former Red Cliff Ode In the autumn of Renxu, in July, Su Zi and his guests were boating under Red Cliff.

The breeze is coming slowly, but the water is calm. Lifting wine to the guests, reciting poems about the bright moon, and singing graceful chapters.

A little while ago, the moon rose above the east mountain, wandering among the bullfights. White dew flows across the river, and the water reaches the sky.

Even though a reed is like this, thousands of hectares are at a loss. The vastness is as if Feng Xu is riding the wind without knowing where it is going; the flutteringness is as if he is left alone in the world, becoming an immortal and ascending to immortality.

So they drank and enjoyed themselves very much, and sang along to the boat. The song says: "The orchid oars are hanging on the osmanthus, and the light is shining in the sky.

I feel the mist in my arms, and I look forward to the beauty in the sky." There is a guest who plays the cave flute, and he sings along with it.

His voice was whining, like resentment, admiration, weeping, complaining, and the lingering sound was like a wisp. The lurking dragon dances in the secluded ravine, and the concubine weeps in the lonely boat.

Su Zi was stunned. He sat upright and asked his guest, "Why is that so?" The guest said, "'The moon and stars are few and far between, and the black magpies are flying south.' Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking west. Xiakou, looking east to Wuchang, is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and is full of green. Isn't this what Meng De was trapped in by Zhou Lang? Drinking by the river, writing poems across the river, I have been a hero for a lifetime. How can I be safe now? Kuang Wu and his son are fishing and woodcutting on the river, hanging out with fish and shrimps and making friends with elk.

Riding a small boat. , Holding the bottle to belong to each other. Send the mayfly to the sky and the earth, a drop in the vast sea.

I mourn for a moment in my life, and I envy the infiniteness of the Yangtze River.

I don’t know how to come suddenly, but the legacy echoes in the sad wind.” Su Zi said: “Do you know that the water and the moon are like this? Don't be afraid of waxing and waning.

If you look at the things that have changed, you will see that the world has never been able to change in an instant. ! Everything in heaven and earth has its own owner.

Even if I don’t own it, I can’t take any of it. But the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains are heard by my ears and heard by my eyes. It is the infinite treasure of the Creator, and it is the perfect one for me and my son.” . The core of the food is gone, and the cups and plates are in a mess.

We are lying in the boat with our pillows, not knowing how white the east is. Hou Chibi Fu: In the tenth month of the year, I walked from Xuetang and returned to Lingao.

The two guests followed me across the yellow mud slope. The frost and dew have fallen, and all the leaves have fallen off.

The human figures are on the ground, looking up at the bright moon, looking at it and enjoying it, and singing to each other. He sighed and said: "There are guests but no wine, there is wine but no food, the moon is white and the wind is clear, how can such a good night be?" The guest said: "Today at dusk, I raise the net to catch fish, with a big mouth and thin scales, like a perch in the Songjiang River.

Did Gu An get the wine? "Go back and seek help from your wives." The woman said, "I have a bucket of wine, which I have hid for a long time, just in case my son needs it in time."

So she took the wine and the fish and swam under the Red Cliff again. The river flows with sound, and the bank is broken for thousands of feet; the mountains are high and the moon is small, and the water falls and rocks are revealed.

The sun and the moon were once as great as the sun and the moon, but the country and the mountains can no longer be recognized! I took my clothes and climbed up, walking on the rocky rocks, covered with velvet, perched on tigers and leopards, climbed on horned dragons, climbed on the dangerous nests of falcons, and looked down at Feng Yi's secluded palace. Gai Erke can't follow him.

Suddenly and loudly, the grass and trees shook, the mountains roared and the valleys responded, and the wind blew and the water surged. I am also quiet and sad, solemn and frightened, so awe-inspiring that I can't stay.

Instead, he boarded the boat, let it go into the middle of the current, and let it stop. It was almost midnight, and everything was lonely.

There was a solitary crane coming across the river from the east, with wings like wheels, wearing black silk clothes, and it roared loudly, plundering the boat and heading west. After a while, the guest left, and I fell asleep.

I dreamed that a Taoist priest, wearing feathers and robes (Pian Xian), passed by Lingao. He bowed to me and said, "Are you having fun at Red Cliff?" When asked his name, he bowed and did not answer. "Ugh, hey! I know it.

The person who flew past me at night in the past is not a son?" The Taoist priest laughed, and I was also shocked to realize. Open an account and look at it, but you can't see it. 8. About Su Dongpo's poems

Huang Tingjian:

People say that Dongpo wrote this poem because it is difficult to see cleverness, so he is extremely skilled. I thought otherwise. He was good at writing, so everything he wrote was transcendent.

"Postscript Dongpo < Drunken Wengcao>"

Chao Wujiu:

Su Dongpo's poems are said to have many dissonant rhythms. However, layman's poems are outstanding and can't be restrained in the music.

Xu Du:

Although (Liu Yong)'s poems are extremely exquisite, they are often mixed with contemptuous language, so the lay people are particularly fond of them. Afterwards, the princes of Europe and Su came forward, and their style of writing changed, including lyrics and an elegant system.

"Quesao Pian"

Lu You:

Shiyan said that Dongpo could not sing, so he wrote many Dongfu poems that were inconsistent. Chao Yidao said: In the early days of Shaosheng, Dongpo was different from Bianshang. Dongpo was drunk and sang "Gu Yangguan" to himself. The public is not unable to sing, but he is bold and unrestrained and does not like to tailor his music to suit his ears.

"Notes of Laoxue'an"

Chen Xun:

Dongpo only admires Qi style, admonishes Liu and Qin, and is the respected style of poetry from the East. Po begins.

"Hai Xiao Shuo Ci"

Wang Guowei:

Comparing Song poetry to Tang poetry, Dongpo is like Taibai, Europe and Qin are like Mojie, Qiqing Like Lotte, Fang Hui, Shu Principle, and other ten disciples of Dali.

"The Legacy of Mr. Qing Zhen·Shang Lun Three"

Zhu Yizhen:

The wind, sea and rain frighten the mind, and the white stone is cleared to pay homage to the footsteps.

Everyone who saw Dongpo’s true face started talking about Su Xin.

Cai Songyun:

Dongpo’s poems have thousands of volumes in his mind, but no dust in his pen. Its vastness lies not only in its ability to speak boldly but also in its embrace of everything. If you just imitate his appearance, how can you imitate him? Xiaoling, Dongpo, is beautiful, quiet, elegant and profound, creating a new realm. If you don't have a broad mind, how can you have such attributes? 9. What are the poems written by Su Shi

>, >, >, >, >, >, >, >, >, >, (Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest), >. (missing Moon Hanging Tong).> "Dark Clouds in the Sky", "Spring Scenes in Dongting", "Zhongshan Song Miao", "Spring Posts", "Wine Love Poems", "Cold Food Poems", "Sichuan Poems", " Su Shi (January 8, 1037 - August 24, 1101), also known as Zizhan and Hezhong, was also known as "Dongpo Jushi" and was known as "Su Dongpo" in the world.

Han nationality, a native of Meishan, Meizhou (now Meishan, Sichuan, Meishan City in the Northern Song Dynasty), and his ancestral home is Luancheng. Famous essayist, calligrapher, painter, lyricist and poet in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Su Shi was Su Xun's second son (Su Xun's eldest son died in infancy). In 1057 (the second year of Jiayou), he and his younger brother Su Zhe were promoted to Jinshi. Su Shi, his father Su Xun, and his younger brother Su Che are collectively known as the "Three Sus". Father and son are among the eight great masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties (Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan, Ouyang Xiu, Su Shi, Su Xun, Su Che, Wang Anshi, Zeng Gong).

He is as generous as the sea. Su Shi was 21 years old when he became a Jinshi. During the Shenzong period, he served in Fengxiang, Hangzhou, Mizhou, Xuzhou, Huzhou and other places.

In 1080 (the third year of Yuanfeng), he was framed for the "Wutai Poetry Case" and was demoted to Huangzhou as deputy envoy of Tuanlian. He spent more than four years in Huangzhou and cultivated wasteland on the east slope of the city. He called himself "Dongpo Jushi" and was known as "Su Dongpo". After Zhezong came to the throne, he served as a bachelor, a bachelor, and a minister of the Ministry of Rites. He also went to Hangzhou, Yingzhou, Yangzhou, Dingzhou and other places. In his later years, he was demoted to Huizhou and Danzhou.

After the amnesty, he returned to the north and died of illness in Changzhou on the way. He respected his last wish and was buried in Songshan Mountain, Zhongyue, now Jiaxian County, Henan Province. He was posthumously named Wenzhong Gong.