Poems expressing Su Dongpo's broad-minded optimism

The rain washed Dongpo, the moonlight was clear, and the city people walked like savages. Don't be too sure about the slope, but love the sound of your stick.

Su Shi's Linjiang Fairy;

I drank Dongpo in the evening and woke up drunk. It seemed like midnight when I came back. The children's breathing has been thundering, so they shouldn't knock at the door, relying on the sound of the river.

I hate that this life doesn't belong to me, when I forget to camp. The night was calm and the lines were flat. Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.

Su Shi's "Water Melody"

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I wonder what year it is today. I want to ride home in the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold. Dancing and watching shadows is like being on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate. Why leave? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people live a long life.

Su Shi, Ding Fengbo

On March 7th, it was raining on Hu Sha Road. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, so just pretend to be like this.

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Straw sandals are lighter than horses, who is afraid that a misty rain will last a lifetime.

The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.