What poems did Su Shi write?

"Huanxisha", "Reading Meng Jiao's Poems", "Pictures of the Yanjiang Mountains Collected by Shu Wang Dingguo", "Shi Cang Shu Drunken Mo Hall", "Shui Diao Ge Tou", "Visiting Jinshan Temple", "Evening View of Wanghai Tower" ", "Drunk Book at Wanghu Tower", "Drinking the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake", "Climbing the Guangli Pavilion at the Top of Changshan Mountain", "Hundred Steps to the Flood", "Climbing the Sea City of Zhouzhou"

Titles on the West Forest Wall< /p>

Viewed horizontally, it looks like a ridge and a peak on the side, with different heights near and far.

I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.

Drinking on the lake when it first clears and then rains

The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains look empty and rainy is also strange.

If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.

The residence of the operator in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou

The missing moon hanging on the sparse tung trees, missing the beginning of the person quiet. Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and solitary shadows.

When you start, you look back. There is no one to forgive you for your hatred. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.

Zhaojun's Resentment

Who did Huan Yi's three tricks, shocking the dream in the green window. The new moon and sad smoke fill the sky over the river.

I want to go but still don’t want to go, the sun will set tomorrow. The flying catkins send the boat off, and the water flows eastward.

Reduced word Magnolia Spring Moon

On the moonlit afternoon in the spring garden, the fragrant mash is shaking and the light is dancing. Walking around the corridor, half-fallen plum blossoms are fragrant.

Light clouds and mist are always a place for young people to enjoy. It's not like the autumn light, it only shines on people's hearts.

Huanxi Sha

Visit Qishui Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi River, and the stream flows west. At the foot of the mountain, orchid buds dip into the stream, and the sandy road among the pines is clear of mud.

Xiao Xiao Muyu Zigui cries. Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Stop singing yellow chicken with white hair.

Huanxi Sand

The sun is deep red and warm, and fish can be seen, and the stream is green and dark, hiding crows at night. Huang Tong and old people gathered in Sui Xu.

Although the elk are not used to meeting people, the ape does not need to call when it hears the drum. Talk about returning home and picking mulberry trees.

Huanxi Sha

Looking at the envoy with red makeup, there are three, three, five and five thorn fence gates. They touched each other and broke Qian Luo's skirt.

The old and the young support the wheat harvesting community, and the black kites fly and dance in the Sacred Village. I met a drunk old man lying down at dusk.

Huanxi Sand

The layers of hemp leaves are shining, and the cocoons cooked by anyone can make a village fragrant. The lady whispering coquettishly across the fence.

Put the white cane down to raise drunken eyes, pound the green leaves and pound the wheat to soften the hungry intestines. Asked when the bean leaves will turn yellow.

Nian Nujiao, Chibi Nostalgia

As the river goes eastward, 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 through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time.

I recall the old days when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fan and silk scarf, while talking and laughing, the rapist disappeared into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. The world is like a dream, and one statue still shines in the moonlight.

Huanxi Sand

The soft grass and flat sand are new after the rain, and the light sand is dust-free when walking on the road. When to pack up?

When the sun is warm, the mulberry trees are as bright as splashing, and when the wind comes, the air of mugwort and mugwort is like smoke. Shi Junyuan is one of them.

Huanxi Sand

The mountain scenery is intruding and covered with hazy clouds, and the wind in Xiangchuan River is quiet and spitting out cold flowers. There are still crows singing in the distant forest houses.

I dreamed about how many roads I had in my hometown. When I woke up from drinking, I looked south to the other side of the world. The bright moon shines on the flat sand thousands of miles away.

The meaning of Huanxi Sand

No one is near the roof of the house, the late rain is falling off the catalpa trees. Who pities Ji Zi's Diaoqiu?

I have no hope in the world anymore, so I think you must ask the ancients for help. The cold pines and cypresses are willing to start autumn.

Huanxisha Immediately

The painted falcon crosses the river and is happy to swim again, and the old fish jumps over the threshold to recognize the green fish. The fleeting years are not willing to be wasted.

There is no hopelessness beside the yellow chrysanthemum fence, but there is gentleness in Baiyun Township. Don’t teach Xiu to save his frosty temples.

The moon over the Xijiang River is heavy on the ninth day.

The drizzle is drizzling on the roof of the building, and the heavy rain is falling on the flat lake outside the river. Back then, there was a horse show in Dongxu, but now Nanpu is desolate.

Don’t regret that the yellow flowers haven’t vomited yet, and teach the red flowers to support them. There is no need to look at the dogwood in the wine stall, but to admire the present and past of the world.

The Moon over the Xijiang River

It is in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Drinking in a restaurant and getting drunk. Riding the moon to a bridge over a stream, he untied his saddle and bent his arms, and lay down drunk for a short rest. It's already known. The mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be something other than the human world. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.

The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and the arrogance of Jade Cong has not yet been solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that the wind and moon in the stream can't be taught to crush Qiong Yao. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.

Ding Feng Bo

It rained on Shahu Road on March 7. The rain gear went first, and everyone in the group was in a panic, but I didn't realize it. It's already clear, so I wrote this word.

Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.

The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine.

Ruan Lang returns in early summer

The green locust trees and tall willows swallow new cicadas, and the scented wind begins to blow. The heavy smoke washes away under the green screen window, and the sound of chess frightens people who sleep in the daytime.

After the light rain, the lotuses turn over and the pomegranate flowers bloom. The jade basin is clear with delicate hands, and the pearls are broken but round.

Partridge Sky

The forest is broken, the mountain is bright, the bamboo is hidden behind the wall, and the cicadas are scattered in the small pond. I can see birds from time to time when I turn over the blank page, and the red sprouts in the water are fragrant and fragrant.

Outside the village, next to the ancient city, the staff slowly turned to the setting sun. It rained at midnight last night, and it was cool all day long.

The beautiful poppies have a beautiful hall to tell the story of the past

Hushan is the most beautiful place in the southeast, and it can be seen thousands of miles away. How many times can you come back? Then he was drunk and wandering around.

When the lights are first turned on in Shahe Pond, who sings the water tune? At night, when the wind is calm and I am about to return, there is only a bright moon in the river and a clear moon.

Drunk and desolate, written at the entrance of Jingkou

The light clouds and the moonlight, the second watch of the drunkenness, the boat has just set off. The lonely city looks back at the mist.

Remember the time of singing, but not the time of return.

The towel fell off the fan and the rattan bed was slippery, and I felt a deep dream with no one to talk about. When will the wandering of this life rest? My home is in the southwest, and my hometown is in the southeast.

Nan Xiangzi's Farewell to the Ancient Times

Looking back at the chaotic mountains, there are no residents, only the city. Who looks like the towers and pavilions on Linping Mountain, welcoming and seeing off guests from the west.

The evening breeze is clear on the way home, and it is impossible to dream after sleeping in the cold weather. Tonight, where the remaining lamp shines slantingly, there is a glowing light, and I shed tears even when the autumn rain is clear.

Nanxiangzi’s plum blossom poems and Yang element.

The sparse fence is full of cold birds, vying to hug the cold birds to see the jade vines. Suddenly I saw a guest coming and sitting under the flowers. I was startled and flew away. I scattered the beauty and fell into the wine.

He drank heavily and could write poems, and no one in the audience would know how drunk he was. The flowers have faded and the wine has faded. Spring has arrived. Let’s leave. A little bit of acid has settled on the branches.

Nan Xiangzi’s Narrative

The cool mat and blue gauze kitchen, with a pillow of cool breeze after sleeping all day. I went to bed and listened to the fact that there was nothing going on in the evening office. I slowly read through the books by the bedside.

I scratched my head and returned to my hometown, feeling that I was lazy and neglected my fame. If you ask about your talents and skills, how about it? It is foolish to occupy the world.

Nanxiangzi Chongjiu Hanhui Tower presents Xu Junyou

The traces of frost and precipitation have faded, and the light green scales are exposed in the distant continent. The wine is fading, the wind is soft and whistling, the hat is worn but the head is sentimental.

If the festival is a reward, it will be the end of the autumn. Everything is just a dream in the end, just rest, the yellow flowers and butterflies will be worried tomorrow.

A young man’s trip to Runzhou is made and sent to others far away.

We saw each other off last year. Outside Yuhang’s gate, the flying snow was like poplar flowers. This spring is over, the poplar flowers are like snow, but they have not returned home yet.

The wine rolling curtain invites the bright moon, and the wind reveals the window screen. Just like Chang'e taking pity on the two swallows, they shine brightly and paint the beams slantingly.

Ding Feng Bo Nanhai returned to Wang Dingguo's servant Yu Niang

I often envy the jade man in the world, and the heaven should beg for the sweet lady. The clear song spreads across the road, the wind blows, the snow flies and the sea of ??flames becomes cool.

After returning from thousands of miles away, my face becomes less and less beautiful, and my smile still carries the fragrance of plum blossoms. I asked if Lingnan was not good, but he said: This place where I feel at ease is my hometown.

Dielianhua

The flowers faded to red, green and apricot. When swallows fly, green water surrounds people. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world!

Swings in the wall and passages outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful women smiling inside the wall. The laughter gradually becomes quieter and quieter, but the sentimental one is annoyed by the ruthlessness.

Die Lianhua, Shangyuan, Mizhou

Three or five nights in the illuminated Qiantang. The bright moon is like frost, illuminating people like a picture. The incense of sheng is blown under the tent and the smell of musk deer is breathtaking. Such a flavor should be priceless.

People in lonely mountain cities are old. Beating drums and playing flutes, he suddenly entered the farming and mulberry community. The fire is cold, the lamp is thin, the frost is exposed, and the dim snowy clouds hang over the field.

Die Lianhua

I remember the first time we met on the painting screen. The sweet dream came back with a start, and I looked across Gaotang Road. Swallows fly back and forth, and the screen window has several spring twilight moments.

That day when we met under the embroidered curtains, we lowered our eyes and pretended to walk, and our smiles filled the clouds. I am so shy that I can't say a word in the spring mountains. It's hard to express my deep feelings in front of others.

Linjiang Fairy Returns to Lingao at Night

Drinking at Dongpo at night and waking up drunk again, returning as if at midnight. The boy's breath is thundering. No one knocks on the door, but leans on the stick and listens to the sound of the river.

I always regret that this body is not mine, when will I forget Yingying? The wind is quiet at night and the grain of the valley is flat. The boat passed away from now on, and the river and sea left it for the rest of my life.

Yu Jia Ao sent Zhang Yuandang to visit Qinzhou

I heard a song about Yangguan, knowing that you want to go to Qinchuan. The white horse soap mink cannot be kept. Looking back, there is no fog in the lonely city.

When the day comes, the flowers in Chang'an are like rain, and the willows in Guan are beginning to fly. Gradually, the knife in the boot is approaching the road. Who is similar to Wang Wendu on the romantic knees?

Jiang Chengzi, Farewell to Xuzhou

Wandering at the end of the world, I have endless thoughts. We met, but in a hurry. Hand in hand with the beautiful woman, and the tears are broken and the red is left. Why ask what Dongfeng Yu is like? Spring is here, who is it with?

The water in Sui Di is soluble in March. Back to Hong, go to Wuzhong. Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong. I want to send a thousand tears of lovesickness, but they cannot be shed, Chu Jiangdong.

Xing Xiangzi Crossing Qili Beach

A boat is light, but a pair of oars is shocking. The water and sky are clear, the shadows are clear and the waves are flat. The fish turns over the algae, and the heron lights the smoke. Crossing the sandy stream is fast, the frost stream is cold, and the moon stream is bright.

The layers are like paintings, and the music is like a screen. In those days, Xu Laoyan Ling. The king and his ministers have a dream, and their names are empty now and in ancient times. But the distant mountains are long, the clouds and mountains are chaotic, and the mountains are green at dawn.

Xing Xiangzi Danyang's narration of ancient times

Hand in hand in Jiangcun, plum blossoms and snow are floating in the skirt. There is no limit to love, ecstasy is everywhere. Old friends are gone and old songs are heard again. Xiangwanghu Tower, Gushan Temple, and Yongjinmen.

In ordinary places, I write thousands of poems, embroider Luo shirts, and brush the red dust. Don't come here to remember me. Do you know who he is? There is the moon in the lake, willows by the river, and clouds over the long head.

Jiang Chengzi went hunting in Mizhou

I chatted like a teenager, holding the yellow on the left and the blue on the right. Brocade hats and mink fur coats, thousands of cavalry rolling around Pinggang. If you want to report the fall of the city, you will follow the governor, shoot the tiger yourself, and watch Sun Lang.

It doesn’t matter if you’re drunk, your chest is still open, and your temples are slightly frosted! In the cloud of Chijie, when will Feng Tang be sent? He can hold the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.

Jiang Chengzi recorded a dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao.

Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, nowhere to say desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.

Jiang Chengzi wrote the same poem as Zhang Xian on the lake

The rain started to clear on Fenghuang Mountain. The water and wind are clear and the sunset is bright. A hibiscus bloomed over Shang Yingying. A pair of egrets flew from nowhere, admiring Pingting if you wanted to.

Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river. Who can listen to my bitter feelings? The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised. I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it, but no one can see it, and the peaks are green.

Jiang Chengzi's Gushan Bamboo Pavilion tells the story of ancient times

Cui'e is shy and shy. Cover up the frost and shed tears. Let's do it all, collect tears and listen to the sun. The imperial city of Mandao is as far as the sky. It is easy to see the sky, but it is difficult to see you.

The painting hall is newly constructed near Gushan. Qulangan, for whom? The catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, and the spring color belongs to next year. I want to search for old memories in a small boat, but there is nowhere to ask, the water reaches the sky.

Dong Xiange

Ice muscles and jade bones, naturally cool and sweat-free. The water palace is full of fragrance when the wind blows. The embroidered curtain is open, and a bright moon peeks at people; people are not sleeping, leaning on pillows and hairpins with messy temples. Standing up and holding bare hands, there is no sound in the courtyard, and sometimes I see sparse stars crossing the river.

How is the night? It's the third watch of the night, the golden waves are light, and the jade rope is turning low. But when the west wind comes, it doesn't change secretly in the fleeting time.

Shuilongyin, the second rhyme, the poem of Zhihu Yanghua,

It looks like a flower, but it still looks like a non-flower, and no one cherishes it. Leaving home on the road, thinking is ruthless and thoughtful. The lingering damage to the soft intestines makes the delicate eyes want to open but also close. The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, but is still called by the oriole.

I don’t hate that these flowers will fly away, I hate that the red flowers in the West Garden are difficult to decorate. Dawn has come and the rain has passed. Where is the trace? There is a pool of broken apples. There are three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust, and one part of flowing water. If you look closely, you will see that they are not Yanghua, but dots of Liren tears.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou

When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today 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. Dance and clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world?

Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, where the Qihu is low and the light shines without sleep. 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 hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.

Water tune song by Kuai Zai Pavilion

The sunset rolls up the embroidered curtain, and the water under the pavilion reaches the sky. Knowing that you are mine, the newly made windows are wet with blue and red. I remember that in the Pingshan Hall, I was sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and I was not alone. Recognize the drunken man's words, and know whether the mountains are beautiful or not.

Thousands of hectares, all mirrors are pure and green peaks are inverted. Suddenly the waves rose, and a white-headed leaf danced. You can laugh at Mr. Lantai, but you have not yet understood Zhuang Sheng's natural sound. There are male and female in the right path. A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind.

The river is full of red

As Jianghan comes to the west, the grapes under the high buildings are deep green. It still brings its own, the waves of the clouds, and the spring scenery of the Jinjiang River. You are the beloved guardian of Nanshan, and I am a returning guest who misses you outside the sword. How can you be ruthless about this place and its scenery? Say it diligently.

Jiang Biao’s biography, please stop reading. Crazy virgin, what a pity. The empty island is deserted to the parrots and reed flowers. Not only did the scholars laugh at the dispute, but Cao Gong and Huang Zu were both confused. I would like to envoy you to write poems about banishing immortals and chase Huang He.

The river is full of red, written by Huaizi

The Qing Dynasty flows eastward, the sorrowful eyes are broken, and the solitary sail is extinguished. The official travel place, the green mountains and white waves, are thousands of layers. Living up to Lin Xiayi's wishes, I listened to the desolate night rain on my bed. Hate this life, grow up in separation, add splendor to your hair.

A wine, on the side of the Yellow River. Infinite things, let’s start from the beginning. Seeing each other seems like yesterday, many years ago. Bitter tears remain on the old marks on the clothes, and the joy between the eyebrows adds yellow. Then I went with you to look for the remaining spring on the pond, with flowers like snow.

Yong Yu Le

Pengcheng stayed in Yanzi Tower at night and dreamed about it, so he wrote this poem.

The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Fish are jumping in Qugang, lotuses are pouring out dew, and there is no one to see the loneliness. □ (纺 + shen minus three points of water) is like three drums, one leaf is sonorous, and the dark dreamy clouds are startled. The night is vast, and I am looking for nowhere again. I feel like I have been walking around the small garden.

Weary travelers at the end of the world, returning to the mountains, can’t see their hometown. The Swallow Tower is empty, where is the beauty? The swallow in the empty locked building. The past and present are like dreams, never dreamed, but there are old joys and new resentments. At the same time, Yu Hao sighed at the night view of Huanglou.

Qinyuanchun

Go to Mizhou, leave early, and send your son immediately.

The lights in the solitary hall are green, the chicken number is in the wild shop, and the travel pillow is full of dreams. Gradually, the moonlight is gathering, the morning frost is lingering, the clouds and mountains are brocade, and the morning dew is dew. The world is endless, but the work and life are limited. It seems that the district chief is happy. After chanting slightly, Ping Zhengan was speechless, filled with memories of the past.

At that time, he was a guest in Chang'an. He was like a young man who had just arrived from the two continents. I have thousands of words on my pen and thousands of volumes in my mind, and I am writing to you, Yao and Shun. How difficult is it to do this? When I use it to give up, my actions are hidden in me. Why not just sit back and watch? He is tall and healthy, but he is too old to swim and fight in front of a bottle.

Basheng Ganzhou sends ginseng and few seeds

The sentimental wind brings thousands of miles of tides, and the ruthless tides send them back. Ask how many times the sun shines at Xixing Pukou on the Qiantang River? There is no need to think about the present and the past, and look down on the mistakes of the past. Who is like Dongpo who is old and has lost his memory.

Remember the beauty of the dusk mountain on the west bank of the West Lake, with green mist in the sky. Even if poets get along with each other, they are just like me and you. In the same year of his appointment, we will return to the East and return to the sea. I wish to express my gratitude to the Duke and not to violate my ambition. On Xizhou Road, you should not look back to wet your clothes for me.

Congratulations to the bridegroom, Xia Jing

The milk swallows fly into the mansion. Quiet and deserted, the shade of the trees turns to noon, and the coolness of the evening brings a new bath. The raw silk and white round fan is made in the hand, and the fan hand looks like jade for a moment. Gradually become sleepy and sleep alone to clear away heat. Who comes outside the curtain to promote the embroidery household? It is a waste of time to teach others, and the dream breaks the Yaotai song. But again, the wind knocked against the bamboo.

The pomegranate is half-vomited and the red scarf is frowning. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. If you look closely at a branch of rich beauty, your heart will be like a bundle with thousands of weights. And I'm afraid of being frightened by the autumn wind. If I wait for you to come here, I can't bear to touch the wine in front of the flowers. ***Pink tears, two rustles.