A modern poem about a rainy person (a poem about missing someone on a rainy day)

1. A poem about missing someone in rainy days.

1, the wind and rain give people away, and the wind and rain keep people alive. The cup and plate leave you in a hurry, and the wind and rain urge you to go. Tears are unclear, eyebrows are still sad. Don't go upstairs tomorrow, it's raining upstairs. -From the Song Dynasty: You Jigong's "Buji, Wind and Rain Send People"

Interpretation of the vernacular: it is the spring rain that gives people away and the spring rain that keeps people. At the farewell party, people said goodbye in a hurry, and it was also the wind and rain that urged people to leave. Tears never dried up, and there was sadness in my brow. Don't look up at the tall buildings when I miss you tomorrow. There is a lot of wind and rain upstairs.

Two, one, one more. The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite. Dreams are hard to achieve, and hatred is hard to level. People who don't care don't like to hear it, and the empty steps fall. -From the Song Dynasty: Ode to "Long Lovesickness Rain"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: It has been raining, listening to the sound of rain dripping outside the window, it is difficult to sleep until it is deep. The banana in the rain and the oil lamp in the house seem to be sentimental at this time, comforting me lonely. Dreams are hard to come true, and this hatred is hard to disappear. The rain outside the window keeps falling, and whether the sad people like it or not, the rain doesn't stop until dawn.

3, Jun asked that the return date was undecided, and it rained at night in Qiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's Notes for a Friend in the North on a Rainy Night.

Interpretation of the vernacular: You asked me when I would go back, but I haven't set a date yet. At the moment, evening rain is falling, and the autumn rain is full of Hechi. When can I go back to my hometown, and we can talk while cutting candles under the west window? Then I'll be a guest in Bashan tonight and listen to the drizzle and tell you how lonely I am and how much I miss you!

2. There is an urgent need for a self-created modern Shiyu about rainy days to die.

The dust has passed.

Willow is very sad

I'm back now

Fei Yu eleven Xi

Because I love you,

You shouldn't let go.

Since it hurts.

Separation is not allowed.

Memories in the rain

because of you

Forget each other in the rain

Just because I miss you.

unremitting efforts

Not just to prove myself.

Hold your hand.

Stroll in the wind and rain

I am no longer a romantic teenager.

You are no longer a girl who loves and hates.

When the sun goes down.

Only touching thoughts.

Fall in the rain

Poor Mao Mao Rain.

Scattered around the world

And your deeply attached eyes

It will always be the most unforgettable attachment in my life.

Drop ink on the wound.

Rainwater completion disease

Be in love for a while

But branded for life.

I really can't live without you.

Deep and shallow edges

Only in the silent drizzle

Unfortunately sooner or later

I can't erase my thoughts of you.

Someone I love deeply.

Touched emotion

How can we bury it easily?

How can it be like your figure?

Disappear in the wind and rain ...

Whether it's together forever.

Or meet in the most beautiful years?

All I ask is

Put on a wedding dress for yourself.

I just hope

Thrush for you in this life

but

Should belong to two people in the rain.

You're not alone.

Let me go back alone

Cold and bitter

leave me alone

Buried in the wind and rain

There is light rain in the sky.

Seems to be laughing at my delusion. ...

Rain, another form of water. Therefore, this poem is very watery. Painful criticism, yes, not bricks!

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3. Modern poetry describes rain, 10 1, Rain Lane Dai Wangshu holds an oil-paper umbrella. Wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She has the same color and fragrance as cloves. She was sad and sad in the rain. She lingered in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, as cold and sad as me. I was disappointed, too. She silently approached and took a breath. She is drifting like a dream, sad and confused like a dream, and like lilacs floating in a dream. This girl drifted past me. She walked away silently, far away to the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, and her color and fragrance disappeared. Even her sighing eyes and lilac-like melancholy are holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane. I hope to float across a girl with lilac sadness. Waiting for you in the rain, Yu Guangzhong is waiting for you. In the rain, cicadas sink in the rainbow-making rain, and frogs hold a pool of red lotus as a fiery flame. It doesn't matter whether it comes in the rain or not, but I think every lotus flower is like you, especially through the dusk and the drizzle, waiting for you forever, in time, in the present and in eternity. If your hand is in my hand, at this moment, if your fragrance is in my nostrils, I will say, sweetheart, it's time for this hand to pick the lotus. In the Wu Palace, this hand shakes a cinnamon pulp. On the Mulan boat, a star hangs from the cornice of the Science Museum, and a Swiss watch shows that it is seven o'clock. Suddenly you walk like a poem, red-violet after the rain, and you walk like a poem from a love story. In the words of Jiang Baishi, rhythmically, when you come, the drizzle in winter falls gently on my heart. No umbrella, no poncho, only a beige coat. Rain is so sad that it tells people to pay tribute to a white flower. The drizzle tapped on the dripping eaves gallery. There is no retreat, no fear, only a forward heart running in the direction to go. Rain is fascinated by the sky that embraces it, and it seems to send a message to people who have been drifting for a long time. Come on, go home! 3, "Rainy Night" Late at night-The girl walking on the street with an umbrella under drizzle covered with black hair and gently humming a faint tune, walked through the fork in the road and walked into the alley. The girl with an umbrella came out quietly in the deep rain curtain-appeared in the rainy street through the crowd-and I wandered around the girl in the hazy night. I dare not look up at her. I dare not say, girl-is she sad or sad, walking quietly in the street without pedestrians, still singing beautiful songs and raining. In the quiet street, I met this laid-back girl. She had long black hair, walked under the street lamp and nodded to me slightly, but didn't say hello to me. I stopped and looked at her slim figure, without words. The rain continued to fall. Girl-she walked away and walked into the deep rain curtain, and the figure and music gradually melted into the rainy night. I stood silently in the hazy drizzle in the street, silently walking towards the deep rain curtain. Rain after rain is waiting in line, rain after rain is waiting in line for a snow to tell God. My trip to the mountain road without water in the river has not yet turned into afternoon tea on the shore. Spring has become an unpredictable dilemma. I can't pull myself out of the river. Rain after rain is waiting in line. "Su Shen in a Snow" 5. Yi Tong and Yu Wen (1) The fate is that the clouds in the lonely sky at first, after several generations of vicissitudes, have gathered into a drizzle. Some memories say that I forgot to bring rain gear in order to get wet. (2) The pouring rain is the catharsis of lightning love. With the roar of tripterygium wilfordii Dian Mu, the hard rain line was pushed down like ice crystals uprooted. The ice is clear (3) A rain indicates the old past and a new beginning. All cowardice is forced under the eaves, and your resentment is poured down. Open the umbrella of my soul and let it wash away all my happy and painful memories. (4) The wind says that rain is the tears in the sky, with a flowing streamline, hitting the end of the glass everywhere, looking for the destination of falling in the gap and looking for a moist heart. Suddenly I want to evaporate from my memory, so I open my heart and look forward to the sunrise. (5) The rain was interrupted by frogs. The stream caressed my toes and licked them carefully. I like the smell of soil after rain. Petals fly down and take off the roots. Drunk rain gives the dusty world a cool freehand brushwork. Autumn Rain is another autumn rain. The silent cry of the rain broke the silent face of this thousand-year-old city. If you are as weak as Daiyu, the urchin who comes home from school can still see the pale face tortured by the heavy rain and the corner forgotten by the fuzzy smiling face. This is worth remembering. Look at the beautiful flowers and affectionate rain outside the window. How can you bear to drop the truth of prayer? Please have mercy and let her go. Idle people who have nothing to do with fishing wear hemp fiber. Why don't you care if I say "shh"? I was afraid that I would distract you from looking at the small watch on your wrist. Why did you come so late? What can I do to make Iraqis so uneasy and full? The dusty floor is brand-new, and you are the first to bear the brunt. You are the biggest contributor to adjusting the time pointer. Sit on the tower and wait for the good news of your victory. I will meet you in the wind and rain, so the flowers beside me will wither and the dark clouds will block the sunset. Please don't be late. In the long rainy night, the water drops on Mozi's window pane fell, connecting the wooden lattice of the window frame, and the depression near the glass fell on the edge of the building, breaking into four or five crystal petals, falling on the heart pool and breaking. Missing ripples along the earth vein, which really separates the latitude between heaven and earth. The lovesickness woven by the weaver girl all night will be broken like golden jade, and tomorrow will be a damp top floor with lights on forever. The switch is really broken. In the long rainy night, she used to turn on the light to sleep. She is so naive that she wants to see the dreamer. During the long leisure time, her eyes were sleepless.

4. Modern poems about rain 1. Light rain rustles underground,

Watered the seedlings with green water,

Destroyed hope.

Light rain rustles underground,

I looked up,

Where is the hometown of rain?

Light rain rustles underground,

Dedication,

How can people not shed tears of gratitude?

2. Wind and rain

The wind always apologizes.

Ray is always unfriendly.

When I was still on my way home

The clouds began to splash.

originally

I don't care about the little things.

then

It's everywhere.

I didn't shelter from the rain.

god

I have no umbrella.

hurried

Bump into your arms

From this time on.

Walk into the wind and rain all your life

3. Rain scene in the lotus pond

Qing Su Hu lane

Sparse rain,

Slowly falling into the water,

There are ripples.

The wind blows the sunset,

Pale purple.

Li Andong,

Ye shengbo,

Raindrops,

Singing in the pool,

One night, with the sunset in Yu He,

In autumn, thousands of miles of waves.

4. Rainy cities

yesterday

It is raining in this city.

From morning till night.

From east to west

The continuous rain is chilling.

Scattered but restrained.

Lilac complex

In the misty rain

Countless eager eyes

Gather into a bright starry sky

Once familiar city

Why did it suddenly rain?

A dripping and chic display

Sadness is

Tightness of reinforced concrete

A storm is coming.

Lightning flashed across

Tear open the canopy.

Rain is tears.

Tears are rain.

The pouring river is surging.

Flooding the face of the city

The dream-chasing soul fled and fell.

On the emerging edge of the city

Sadness is scattered all over the floor. There are many here. I tried my best. 0v0 is expected.

5. The topic of modern poetry describing rain is: August 22nd, the jade hall is straight, and it is cool after the rain. Category: Seven-character quatrains Author: Fan Chengda is raining, steaming, cloudy and dark, and the courtyard is full of flowers.

Write a poem and take a pen under the north window to repay this time. Poetry title: Looking at the rain at night in August Category: Seven-character quatrains Author: Xu Ning This August 15 night, the cold rain rustled.

If practice is frosty, where is Wu Shan? The title of the poem: It rained on August 5th, and Chu Yang was on the stage. Seven-character poem author: Yang Weizhen knocked at the Taishi Museum, but dragged his men to the balcony.

The thunder started at the bottom of Gexian well, and the rain came from Huangfei Tower. The loyalist was pleased with the good news, and the mountain man poured the wine into the white snail cup.

Who knows if poetry is good? Shandong Li Xun is brilliant now. Title: On August 1st, light rain suddenly cooled down. Category: Seven-character Ancient Poems Author: Lu You sweated and soiled his clothes and couldn't breathe. I didn't expect it to be so fast! The new coolness suddenly feels like it comes from the world, and the summer heat is really sweeping the floor.

There was just a light thunder over Linwu, and the rain had blown to the front of the curtain. The more sick you are, the more carefree you are, and the more songs, poems and music you will be left with.

Title of poem: Badong meets light rain (1) Category: Seven-character quatrains Author: Lu You temporarily borrowed Qingxi to accompany fishing, and the sand surface was slightly rainy and wet. From then on, the poem was in Badong County, not in the snow of Baqiao.

Title: Banana Rain Category: Other Authors: Yang Wanli Banana is happy when it rains. It keeps quiet all night. The punch line is like a fly touching paper, and it sounds like a mountain falling into a spring.

You can hear it at 3: 05, and everything is silent. Instead of letting the west wind stop raining, it is better to let bananas be happy and worry about themselves.

Title of Poem: Bai Letian has unique music in the rain of Wei River. Category: Five-character Ancient Poetry Author: Zhang Lei dismissed from office, lying in a poor lane. At this time, what is the cloud? After ten days of rain, the city people want to go boating.

The column foundation becomes a depression pond, and the tile ditch becomes a rainstorm flow. Reluctantly, summer is gone, and cold things are forbidden.

The old man had enough sleep and sat up to comb his hair. Ask the children to have breakfast, and the salary will be wet.

Wash my cup, no more shame. Once drunk, everything is fine.

Title of the poem: White Horse Golden Rain Protection Category: Seven-character Poem Author: Sima Zha Golden Tree Xiaoxiao Hotel is empty, sitting and looking at the sparse leaves around the steps. My hometown is thousands of miles away in Chu Yun, and the geese return home in the misty rain.

The disease of Zhangpu is easy to get old, but the book of Maoling is difficult to understand. If fame is nothing, he will eventually go fishing in Xitou with Weng.

Poem title: Baishui Mingfu uncle loves rain. Category: Five-character Poem Author: Du Fu, uncle's government is like this, who has replied in ancient times? The blue mountains are sunny and wet, and there is much white water and rain.

Prayer is neither ignorance nor happiness. The drought in the Tang Dynasty was quite severe, and now I am drunk with string songs.

Title: Bao Gong prayed for rain. Category: Seven-character Poetry Author: late spring, Kameyama, Fan Chengda, held a memorial service in Kao Lu Lu Furnace. Stir up clouds and rain on your feet.

The heartless plum dock is still red, and the rice fields are intentionally green. When you open a door, you must be full of hope, and you are willing to do so all over the world.

Title: Rainstorm Category: Five-character Ancient Poetry Author: Lu You is angry and wants to lift the house, and the rain comes like a burst of water. A solitary lamp reflects the window, and a caged bird perches on the eaves.

The midsummer makes Fang Yanhe, and the autumn sound is sad. It is rumored that a rising river broke something.

Title of Poem: Rainstorm Category: Seven-character quatrains Author: There are many thunderstorms in Jiangcun, Wei Zhuang in summer, and it is sunny on rainy nights. I don't know how deep the waves are, but now South Lake and North Lake are even.

The first one: the raindrops are crystal clear, unadorned and colorless. There is a faint coolness in the sadness, and a faint affection in the raindrops. The long rain poured down in rows, washing away the soil, washing away the muddy water and dripping into the heart. Moisturizing and smooth, falling into a hundred rivers. It fell like a gray hat thrown to the earth. The mind is proud of the enemy's air raid, and the rain condenses and freezes the snow. It is pure white, lonely, cold, pure and naive. Lying flat and carefree, the rain is processed and solidified, and the colorless and transparent crystal lamp head shines into my heart. The crystal glows into joy, and the crystal silently sends out sincere rain. Elves travel around the world, and there are endless songs and dances in the rain between heaven and earth. Part II: Rain Scenes My favorite rain scenes are also many: the pattering in front of the spring night window, a spring dream; The sound of sharp raindrops hitting banana leaves; Fog usually blows rain on the face; Thunderstorms caused by lightning-but I like rainy days. It is gray, but transparent; It contains a silent expectation.

From the clouds, I don't know where, there came the clear cry of birds singing in the rain lane (Dai Wangshu), holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in the long, lonely rain lane. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, as indifferent, sad and melancholy as I am.

She silently approached, approached, and cast a sighing look. She drifted across, like a dream, like a dream. Like a lilac field in a dream, this girl floats by me; She silently walked away, walked away, walked towards the decadent fence and walked into the rainy lane.

In the elegy of rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, and even her sighing eyes were lilac-like. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a lilac knot.

Falling flowers are independent, swift flies together. (Yan) The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences ups and downs. (Wen Tianxiang) An empty mountain stands on an autumn night after the rain. (Wang Wei) After the morning rain, where are the traces? (Su Shi) The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. (Liu Yong) I wonder how many people have a good time together. Turn into rain and hate clouds (Liu Yong). The endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow. (Qin Guan) In the rain, the lilacs are empty and sad. (Jing Li) Lonely boudoir is full of worries. Cherish spring and urge flowers to rain. (Li Qingzhao) Good rain knows the season when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. (Du Fu) Indus is drizzling till dusk. Spring sorrow wine becomes melancholy (Ouyang Xiu) Seven or eight stars are out of the sky, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock. (Xin Qiji) The drizzle dreams that the chicken is far away, and the small building blows through the cold. (Jing Li) When you ask whether it is time to return, it will rain in the autumn pool. When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it is said that it is raining at dusk. (Li Shangyin) You are angry and rush to the crown beside the railing.

6. A modern poem about rain: Love in Rain.

In the gray sky, the rain never stops.

Outside the window, the rain fell from the sky,

Slipped on the sparse banyan leaves.

Lonely, his heart is getting wetter and wetter,

Let the rain take away my thoughts of you.

Do you feel it?

Once upon a time, there was a couple,

Walking on that rainy night.

Hold an umbrella together, next to each other.

The dim light stretched their figures,

On the silent road, the wind gently brushed my cheeks.

This is their first time,

Do you remember?

rain

It's raining, it's raining!

The mountains in the distance are hidden by you.

It is raining! It is the tears in the sky that wash the world.

I stood in the clearing,

Please erase my memory, too

Rain, crystal clear, seems to have magic,

So,

Turn my heart into rain!

My heart also wants to be as transparent as rain one day.

My heart also wants to blossom one day,

Like rain,

Spread out and make a final contribution to the world.

So, distant meteors,

Bring my wish into the rain!

Help me realize this last wish.

Rain, I have always regarded the mountain as my spiritual destination.

You hide the mountain behind you,

What about me?

But it's good,

You hid me, too,

Hide my heart.

It's raining,

Take me with you!

Let me go with you,

Come down from the sky together,

Wash the earth together,

Bloom together.

It's raining,

Take me to heaven!

7. Shiyu, who misses someone on a rainy day, is quietly falling.

The cold night is so quiet.

Walking alone under the dim street lamp,

Count the steps on the ground slowly.

Silent thoughts wander in the air,

An urgent and helpless confusion,

Obsessed with nightmares.

At this moment,

Where are you in this city,

Are you as infatuated as I am wandering in the streets late at night?

Your long-lost face,

Lying on the ground for a long time,

Brewing the coldest breath of this winter,

Cover up this lonely night.

What happened?

My mind is full of memories of the past,

The heavy depression stung the sour heart,

In a panic,

I searched carefully,

But I can't find any trace of your love.

It's raining,

It is still silent,

The umbrella in my hand is like a falling happiness.

Slowly slipping from your palm,

Drifting in the long silent storm.

8. A modern poem about rain urgently needs to wait for you in the rain.

Yu Guangzhong

Waiting for you in the rain, in the rainbow rain.

The cicada falls and the frog rises.

A pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain.

It doesn't matter whether you come or not, but do you think

Every lotus is like you.

Especially through the dusk, through the drizzle.

Eternity, instant, instant, eternity

Waiting for you, during this time,

Waiting for you, in an instant, in eternity.

If your hand is in my hand,

At the moment, if your qingfen

In my nostrils, I would say, little lover.

No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace.

This hand should be

Shake a handle of cinnamon pulp on Mulan boat.

A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.

Hanging like an eardrop

Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come.

Red-violet after the rain, Pian Pian, there you are.

Like a poem.

You come from a love story.

From Jiang Baishi, rhymes, there you are.

Winter rain

A trickle of rain

Sprinkle it gently on my heart.

No umbrella, no poncho.

There is only one beige coat.

It's raining hard.

It's like offering a white flower to the dead.

Tell a fairy tale that will never change.

A trickle of rain

Tap on the dripping eaves gallery

No flinching, no fear

There is only one forward heart running in the direction to go.

This rain is very charming.

In the sky that embraces it, let go of your worries.

For example, sending a message to a person who has been wandering for a long time

Come on, hurry home!

9.25 modern poems about rain (as short as possible)

-Sing for the children who live on the land of China.

Chou-yu Cheng

(Rain said: April has been waiting on the earth for a long time. . . . . )

The long-awaited Putian and Ranch.

Long-awaited fish ponds and streams

When Pu Tian froze for a winter, the seeds were imprisoned.

The pasture withered and lost the trace of cattle and sheep.

When the fish pond is cold and shallow, the swimming fish run aground.

The stream is getting hoarse and the songs are out of tune.

Rain said, I'm coming. I'm going to visit the earth in April.

I came, I walked lightly, and I whispered.

My love weaves heaven and earth together like silk thread.

I call every child's nickname sweet and accurate.

I am here, the thunder and lightning are quiet and the wind is not crowded.

When I get close, you may know.

Don't open an oil umbrella to resist me.

Don't close the doors and windows, put down the curtains.

Don't be busy wearing hemp fiber, put on your hat quickly.

Rain said: I came to the earth to be close to you.

I am a guest in April, with the baptism of spring.

Why don't you lift your face and let me kiss you?

Why don't you follow me and step on the beat of my steps?

Follow me to the land of Pu Tian, and it will be as moist as ointment.

When you go to the pasture, you should shoot the new seedlings of honeysuckle.

Say hello to the fish around the pond.

Listen to the new laundry ballad of practicing water.

Rain said: I am coming, and I am far away.

There are towering peaks and white clouds all over the sky.

I used to be a child, and I loved to play as much as you.

However, I am lucky.

I grew up smiling in the white clouds.

The first thing, I want to teach you to laugh bravely.

Didn't you see that wicker bent over when he saw me laughing?

The stone lion laughed and cried when he saw me.

When the swallow saw me, he smiled and cocked his wings.

The second thing, I will teach you to laugh bravely.

When I saw the flag, it laughed.

As long as the national flag smiles, the sound of spring will be heard.

As long as you laugh, there is hope for the earth.

Rain said, I'm coming, and I won't go back when I come.

When you laugh, I will rest happily.

One day, you were eating an apple and wiping your mouth.

Remember, the sweetness in your mouth is my blessing.

10. Ask for a modern poem about rain. 1. You don't have to take a green bamboo hat and green hemp fiber home. -Zhang's fishing song.

2. If you want to wet your clothes, it will rain with apricot blossoms, and a dark flower will bloom in another village. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains

3. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"

4. Four hundred and eighty halls in southern dynasties, with many towers and misty rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"

5. Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.

6. Good rain knows the season when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

7. Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon.

8. But now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

9. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

10. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake.

Drinking two rains in the lake after the Qing Dynasty

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.

If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.

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On a sunny day, the West Lake is rippling with blue waves. Under the sunshine, it is radiant and beautiful. When it rains, the distant mountains are shrouded in misty rain, and their eyes are confused. The hazy scenery is also beautiful.

If the beautiful West Lake is compared to a beauty, then whether it is light makeup or heavy makeup, it can always set off her natural beauty and charming charm.

Author's brief introduction Su Shi (1037-1kloc-0/01), a writer, painter and gourmet in the Northern Song Dynasty. Zi yue Zhan, no Dongpo lay man. Han nationality, Sichuanese, was buried in Yingchang (now Jiaxian County, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province). I have a bumpy career, profound knowledge, extremely high talent and excellent poetry, calligraphy and painting. His writing style, Wang Yang, is unrestrained and fluent, and he is also called Ou Su with Ouyang Xiu, one of the "Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties"; Poetry is fresh and vigorous, making good use of exaggeration and metaphor, and its artistic expression is unique. Together with Huang Tingjian, they are called Su Huang. The uninhibited school has a great influence on later generations, and it is called Su Xin with Xin Qiji. Calligraphy is good at running script and regular script, and it can be innovative. Writing with a pen is ups and downs, full of childlike interest. And Huang Tingjian, Mi Fei and Cai Xiang are also called Song Sijia. Painting is the same as literature. In painting, we advocate spirit likeness and "literati painting". He is the author of The Complete Works of Su Dongpo and Dongpo Yuefu.

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