The complete story of Su Shi's Water Dragon Song

The Complete Works of "Shui Long Yin" The King's Heart Is Like Jade For whom he was banished to Yaotai? The south of the Yangtze River can only be enjoyed in spring. The prosperity is gone, the water is cold and shallow, and the sky is far away. The fragrance stains the sparse branches, the shadow supports the lonely crane, and the bamboo leaves are first exposed. There are many layers of feelings, countless romances, outside the setting sun, the sound of the piano is old. Only the flower-watchers are thin, wandering and shabby for no reason. If the mountains and rivers are not crossed, the message is spread in the sky, do you know the end of the world? At night, Chanjuan pours out a full cup of green wine and listens to the sound. I asked Luofu about his dream. How many lives did he have to cultivate and stay with you? Thousands of miles of west wind scattered in the world, for whom did it lose its ice and thinness? Dongjun sends his message, the cold fragrance is delivered secretly, and comes out of Xiu with the clouds. Du Lao's clear bottle, the bright moon on the solitary mountain, ordinary and old. Thousands of villages are covered with snow, tall buildings are full of dreams, who plays the flute diligently? But if you have two or three close friends, you will be able to get rid of all the trouble. In the shadow of the clear stream, Chang'e dances with her long sleeves lowered due to jealousy. Take charge of the spring heart, Baihua commands, Mo Si is behind you. Even if the ground is frozen and cracked by the cold, the fragrant bones will be stained by the frost and wind. Zhu Wanqing formed a jade-like ice shape, and at night the snowflakes suddenly bloomed. The sparse branches have shallow shadows, but it is annoying. The fragrance is cold and the dream is thin. Looking for poetry over wine, madness is always there, it’s time to meet again. Borrow an ice wheel to shine on me affectionately, walking on snow shoes and supporting plum blossoms. Cherishing the peach in front of the chrysanthemum behind, I can bear a moment of spring. I should envy Lin Gong and become a good couple. We meet each other in our free time. How deep the sadness is, how many times I look away and how many times I look back. Sighing that he has grown old, who will he sniff with after he is gone? The scattered autumn sounds bring the coolness of the lakes and mountains, prompting the clear sky to clear and the cold smoke to sweep away. The strong branches are about to break, but Bingyan breaks through first, very graceful. The rhyme is bright red, the makeup is fresh white, and spring is about to come. There is a weeping poplar solution, which is light yellow and light green, with a dancing and fragrant appearance. The floating world is like a sleep. Ask Dongfeng, how much do you cherish? The fragrant person is close, the orioles are turning over the sparse shadows, and the wild beasts are hugging each other alone. Relying on the feelings of snow and taking in the clouds, it gradually becomes lonely and steep. Don't be diligent, send it to the south of the Yangtze River, and become an old man in a bottle. Listening to the Bamboo Master, the north wind frightened me in my spring dream last night. Are the plum blossoms still cold outside the eaves? In the swing courtyard, the frost steps are slippery with moss, and people rise up in the morning. There is no sentimentality, the building is dangerous and the moon is cold, who can be speechless. Early in the morning, I looked across the south of the Yangtze River, where thousands of sails were dotted, and I stood still and got drunk several times. Don't blame the flower for its faith, blame it for the fragrance of plum blossoms and Xie's teachings. As each year passes, a few branches break frequently, which is fascinating. The wild geese break off Hengyang, Xiaoxiang is misty, and the blue waves are endless. Even if the dream of Yangzhou is good, it is like snow on the temples, how can it be sent to each other? Liu Mengchuang A branch can catch the east wind, but if it doesn't teach you, your faith will be empty. The attacker is still here, in the corner of the wall at dusk, in the lonely river. Cai Di Ke Pavilion, with its small window banner, will be lost forever. On the Sansheng Stone, a story is connected; the fragrance is free, but it has no owner. Whoever met Luofu in the dream was nothing but yellow flowers and green feathers. Trial makeup, clouds and graceful silhouette, remembered at that time. The rain is pleasant, but the wind blows frequently, with a hint of bitterness. Ask Qingcheng how many scholars there are, and the clues on the red paper.

The Fifth Young Master Liu is facing the wind through the sparse shadows through the window, and his thin bones are being thrown lightly. Ordinary streets, Jindu ferry in the old days, Qiongying first accumulated. A period of pure fragrance, several times of lingering in the solitary post. I'm afraid it will get worse, the horse's hoof will be wrong, the appearance will be poor, and the three points will be white. Even if the bridge is broken, the water will still flow, and it will be hard to control the passers-by. Could it be that you are also envious that Liu Lang went through his previous life and came back to be worthy of his honour? It's dusk, who sighs the lingering fragrance, and weaves the lingering dreams? Let the sporadic night rain fall to the ground alone, listening to the emptiness. The spring water is as blue as the wind and snow come all over the sky, gradually melting and the rain disappears without a trace. It's blurry and dim, and you can still see it when you open the window, and it's like a mat. It was expected to be severely cold, and the river was covered with ice and green tonight. The plum blossoms are blooming at a few points, with sparse shadows and fragrant fragrance, worthy of picking each other. It's time for the new fermented grains to be ready for the first time. I sit around the stove and chant morning and night. Slightly red fire, the bottle sinks into the clear offering, where are the branches? A few volumes of poems and the sound of a clear flute can teach people to become addicted. Accompanied by green pines and cypresses, piled on the Yunling Mountains, the hero's spine is straight. On the 21st, we went down to Yaotai. It was winter in the south of the Yangtze River. Yellow clouds cover with snow, there are words on the empty mountain, and the first light is revealed in the forest. The slanting shadows are sparse on the branches, and the buds are blooming on the layer of ice. It sounds like the person coming is thin. In the wild beside the Nianqiao bridge, poems follow for ten miles, lying sideways and listening to the sudden wind. I read He Lang's sentence and turned it over, but the book in the box was old. A great chivalrous person does not rely on words or fame after his death. The biting west wind, the crescent moon, the cold winter night: look at the hurried starting point, thousands of flowers are sending their messages, leading to the beginning of spring. For three years, there are hundreds of feet of ice, and the heroic figure stands out in winter. It's a beautiful time. The mountains are full of snow and the world is fragrant. Who passed on the old days, some trivial things, poems made people thin. Cherishing Qingqiu and Jing, I lowered my eyebrows and groaned bitterly, and the flowers fell suddenly. You should read Mao Gong's sentences to laugh at the millennium and let go of Weng's poems. The cliff will still be smiling tomorrow, after the mountain flowers bloom. The melting snow dispels the cold, exudes fragrance and fresh air, and makes the night and day long. Looking forward to the reincarnation of the earth, the leader of the king, the leader of spring! The peony in Guangling is slightly cold, the snow is cloudy, and the Diaolou wine is warm and the west wind is blowing. Leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, you can see the mountains are cold and the water is thin, wrapped in silver makeup. It's a good time, when a beautiful woman is waiting for you, and it's time to look for peace and quiet. The moon is dim and the fragrance is moving secretly, Xiaohong is counting dots, flying needles are pricking her slender hands. I recall the cardamom of those days, feeling sad about the east wind and the beautiful medical records. Holding the fragrance without saying a word, there are sparse shadows and empty pity on the green sleeves. Even if there are thousands of beauties, it is difficult to eliminate the wind and moon, and they will all look back. Don't fight for spring, wait until Dongjun is done, and get drunk in the setting sun. Su Lanyan As autumn leaves and winter solstice comes, the flowers fade away, and the ridge heads return, with thousands of flowers flowing elegantly. Dancing in the wind, withered makeup, a cluster of soft thoughts. It is clear and cold, the fragrance is unique, and the surroundings are stunning. Sighing the beauty of the painting, thousands of years of pen and ink, and even more singing, singing poetry. Dare to show strength to the cold, laugh at ordinary flowers, and bloom in spring and autumn. When spring comes, there will be countless flowers, just like broken jade. Always accompany heroes, respect the atmosphere and the mountains and rivers for thousands of years.

After dancing in Jinling, by the Qinhuai River, beauties burst into tears. Wuchengzi Even though the swallows and geese have disappeared, Yangzhou is still full of people. Breathing quietly, with a little fragrance, it is widely stored outside the door. It stands tall in the corner, with a few sparse shadows, and is proud of its ecology. Just scratching the soil, I stopped enjoying it, I couldn't stand it, I was so moved. Looking at the gray walls and dark eaves from a distance, you can see the elegance of the old ministers. There is a record from that year, when Songshan asked about it, Shi Gong was still there. I'm so busy today, I'm in green clothes and black hat, who can come to worship me? What's more embarrassing, being left out in the bustling palace is the most helpless thing. There is a lot of noise in front of the second hall. I want to send this to someone. The flowing waves have stopped, the white crows have gone south, and the cicadas have ceased to sing. Where is the fragrance, a slight kiss on the face, a moment of satisfaction. After several doors, there are thin shadows of slanting branches, red and white, worthy of a pen. There are countless comparisons between the present and the past, but I am lonely and behind the noise. A little light, smiling with a clear posture, letting the cold rise. Looking north and south, the stories of the past should be put to rest. If you are angry, just look at the object in front of you and practice the Qi in your chest. Silent good wind is the most attentive, Yiyuan invites good friends to gather together. Like blue spring water, graceful flowers and colors, ecstatic mist and rain. Singing local accents slowly, reciting powerful lyrics for a long time, and pushing cups one after another. How much is in the chest, the spirit of the clouds is pouring out, and the sentence is crazy. There is still a memory in my eyes and between my eyebrows, it is dawn, I am leaning against the window and speechless. The clouds and smoke have cleared, and good friends are far away, adding to the sadness. Even if there is poetry, I lean on the railings everywhere, who will take care of me? The branches are lonely, the orioles are singing again, and catkins are flying all over the sky! Cold Smoke and Green In the cold dusk in the garden, the jade buds are just beginning to produce fragrance. The wind and frost are shaking off, the plum blossoms are sparse and the jade skin is thin. The bright moon is clear and shallow, shining so brightly that people can't sleep because the flowers feel old. Do you know how old you are, how you feel in the scenery, who is fighting with you, counting the stars.

I remember holding hands among flowers, laughing and chatting, reciting poems and drinking wine. In front of the wind and under the moon, we sipped our wine and got to know each other. The dusty dream has lasted for many years, and it has been unsatisfactory for a long time, and the eyebrows are slightly wrinkled. In the melancholy place, there is no one to speak, and the red sleeves are stained with tears. There are no spider silk and dust nets flying over the eaves, and moss branches are decorated with jade on the clear surface. The shoulders are thinned and the bones are thinned, and it is a little yellower. It is fragrant and complains. The mourning grass obscures the courtyard, the stone paths are deserted, and the pond is desolate. The crows are crows and the willows are falling, the cold trees are green, and in the late morning wind, the intestines turn a thousand times. The abyss of the world is so deep that it is difficult to cross it. Feeling the edge, it is blown away by the wind. The crane in Gushan is old, the wine is sold out and the cup is gone, and the fragrance condenses on the pen and inkstone. Feelings for the snow, buying flowers and having fun, fly away. How to take it? Jiangnan and Jiangbei are full of questions. Jiangbeichuan Where can we compete for the first place in spring? The cold wind blows the snow and smiles brightly. The branches are leaning on the flute, the fragrance is condensed in Yuling Mountain, and the dawn is dawning on the solitary mountain. Thousands of miles of mango shoes, after the snow in the empty court, the rhythm of Zen is good. I have a deep dimple on the golden cup, two or three close friends, and I am passionate about the sentence, who can be earlier? The beautiful shadow of a drunken guest at the end of the world, recalling his life and dreaming about the world. The scholarly house, living in the grass, is full of anxiety. The sky is full of energy, the pines are dripping green, and the fragrant soul is unique and beautiful. Wait until the silk is green, the orioles are singing in the smoke, and you can listen to the tunes of Jiangcheng. There is a beautiful tower in the depths of the garden along the path in the forest, and the green mountains are faintly covered by the west wind. The pear blossoms cover the leeks, and the willows return to the dike in spring, a hundred years ago. God's gift is like a delicate one, when the plum blossoms are showing, the painted plum blossoms are fragrant and soft. The bamboo and plum blossoms are nineteen years old, and they are in love with each other. The king and hairpin are thin, and they become a couple. The falling snow and the plum blossoms are so miserable that I hate the sky, and the young man is gone. Abandoning the family and children, the jade hairpin and the hairpin, the beauty remains as old as ever. When I don't see you, I talk sweet words and tease you. I cursed you back then. I am happy to stay after careful measurement, the plum branches are luxuriant and the sleeves are full of secret fragrance. Feeling comfortable and in a trance, neon clothes and feathers are floating in the sky from Dunhuang. The sleeves are still short and long, and the flowers are clear and thin. Thinking of the distant beyond the Great Wall, howling thousands of miles away, waiting diligently. The dream should be long-lasting, the heart is throbbing, the space is empty, and the fragrance is lingering in the hands. The steel structure of the stylus is still very rich in color, almost like a divine gift. The characters in the painting are haunted by the artistic conception, and haunted by dreams. The traces of the past have disappeared, it is difficult to find the thoughts, and the bright head of the scriptures is hard to find. Forgetting things and hating water, the four seasons of reincarnation are all sniffing in the middle of winter. Mr. Lin proudly paints red in the wind, and the white snow increases his beauty. The heavy makeup is waiting to be exposed, the thin branches are in disorder, and the lonely girl is nostalgic. In the cold weather, the garden is full of dead trees, and the mountains are covered with yellow. The secret fragrance is a shy smile, the true nature of a hero, the soil is broken, and the heart is dedicated. How many beauties are willing to wear cotton-padded clothes and watch in the backyard. Your heart is like jade, your ice posture is elegant, and you are surrounded by pines and bamboos. When a talented man looks for flowers, he doesn't look at you, and he takes you as a model. I hope that the east wind will be strong, the auspicious clouds will be shrouded, and the rain will pour on the plum blossoms. The sound of cicadas in the afternoon is accompanied by the snow flying in the wax wind, and the light catkins are dancing in the sky. The green pines are hidden in green, the golden bamboos are shining brightly, and they are covered in crystal. Independent and solitary, with a few remaining red spots, her posture remains the same. The iron bones are strong and tough, and they are proud throughout their lives. They are biased and cold in nature. Lingluo's heart is self-centered, his intentions are solemn, and his coldness is not disappointing. Welcome the light and pity the shadow, as the years pass by, this ambition will last forever. The pink pistils are fragrant, quiet and dark for a long time, Ying Jingning complained. After the harsh winter, when spring returns, everyone spends their time with heroes.

The little raindrops were once obsessed with the spring day, and the green willows and the smokey West Lake were thin. There are blooming flowers, green waves, and exquisite pagodas. The covered bridges are circuitous, the winding paths lead to secluded places, and the bamboo shadows are clear to smell. Indeed, her heart is full of secret hope, her face is full of shyness, and her gaze is beautiful. It should be God's will to meet each other. Reminiscing about the past, we fall in love and sleepwalk. Tender as water, full of charm, enchanting and full of worry. Yaotai looks at each other, catkins fly from the willow windows, and the lips are fragrant. Sigh, in what year and month did the two love each other and stay together?

The fragrant fragrance on the Meihua Ridge in Zhengchang, Yangzhou, is even more worthy of flying catkins all over the sky. The sad wind is getting tighter, the willows are dark, and the flowers are falling. The cold pistil shakes the flowers, the diligent plums bloom, and the pink fragrance touches the sleeves. Looking at the end of the Zhuzhu Corridor, the courtyard is full of silence, the wind is beating on the bamboos, and the day is leisurely. Don't talk about the past.

So far, how many people have seen through it? There are sparse shadows in front of the eyebrows and a pool of broken apples, all from behind the snow. Heroes last forever, the spring breeze passes by, and the south of the Yangtze River becomes green again. Sighing the passing years, just urging people to grow old, the jade plum soul is thinning.