About Su Shi’s poems written in Huangzhou

1. Poems written by Su Dongpo when he was demoted to Huangzhou

1. Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia

Su Shi

The great river goes eastward, A man who has spent all his time and is a romantic figure through the ages.

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

Rocks and clouds collapsed, waves cracked the shore, and thousands of piles of snow rolled up.

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

I think back to Gong Jin’s time, 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 is wandering in my mind. I should laugh at my passion and give birth to beautiful hair early.

The world is like a dream, and a bottle of wine brings back the moonlight over the river.

It was written in July of the fifth year of Yuanfeng Shen Zong (1082). It was written by Su Shi when he was visiting Chibiji outside Huangfeng City when he was demoted to Huangzhou. 2. Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion presented to Zhang Xiquan

Su Shi

The setting sun embroidered the curtain, and the water under the pavilion connected to the sky.

I know you have made a new work for me, and the windows are wet with green and red.

In Changji's Pingshan Hall, I was sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there was no lonely bird.

Recognize the drunkard's saying: "The beauty of the mountains is mixed."

A thousand hectares, all mirrors are clear, and the green peaks are inverted.

Suddenly the waves rose, and a white-headed leaf danced.

You can laugh at Mr. Lantai, but he has not yet understood the natural sound of Zhuang Sheng. There are male and female in the right path.

A little bit of awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind.

This poem was written in the fourth year when Dongpo was demoted to Huangzhou. It is one of the representative works of Su Shi's bold poems. The whole poem expresses the author's broad-minded and heroic spirit in life by describing the magnificent mountains and waters around Kuaizai Pavilion.

3. Man Tingfang

Su Shi

There was a king who abandoned his official position in Huangzhou for thirty-three years, and the people in Huang called him Mr. Wang. Because Chen Zhen was sent to spend time with him, it was because of this gift.

Thirty-three years later, who survives today?

Just think of the king and the Yangtze River.

The awe-inspiring green cypress trees are hard to endure due to frost and dryness.

I heard that in the ancient county of Sizhou, there are pine windows on Yunxi River and Zhuwu.

On the south bank of the Yangtze River, if you don’t want to send your son away, would you rather cross my country?

The rain is passing, the wind is dancing in the forest, and the smoke is covering the clouds.

I would like to hold this invitation to you and drink from the empty vat.

Mr. Layman is old. In the real dream, there is nothing left. The singing has stopped, the pedestrians have not risen, and the boats and drums have already met.

This poem was written by Su Shi when he was sent to Huangzhou. 4. Man Tingfang

Su Shi

Wojiao has a false reputation and only makes a small profit, so he is very busy.

Everything is decided in advance, whoever is weak will be strong.

While I am still young, I must let my children go wild.

In a hundred years, the Hun Cult was awakened, thirty-six thousand times.

Think about it, how much can it do?

Sorrow and wind and rain, half of them hinder each other.

There is no need to fight to the death and talk about short things and long things.

Fortunately, the breeze is bright and the moon is bright, the moss is spreading and the clouds are high.

The south of the Yangtze River is good, a thousand bells of fine wine, and a song "The Garden is Full of Fragrance".

5. Manjianghong · Send to Ezhou Zhu Shijun Shouchang

Su Shi

From the west of Jianghan, under the tall buildings, the grapes are deep and green.

Still with it, Min'e snow waves, Jinjiang spring scenery.

You are the beloved guardian of Nanshan, and I am a returning guest from Jianwai.

How can you be ruthless about this place and its scenery? Say it diligently.

"Jiang Biao Biography", I will stop reading it; it is a pity to be a crazy virgin.

The parrots and reed flowers are bleak in the empty island.

The scholar who laughs alone is arguing about the bottom line, and Cao Gong and Huang Zu are both confused.

I would like to envoy you to write poems about banishing immortals and chase Huang He.

This poem was sent by the author to his friend Zhu Shouchang, who was the governor of Ezhou at the time, when he was demoted to Huangzhou. 6. Xijiang Moon

Su Shi

I was walking in Qishui on a spring night in Huangzhou. I passed a restaurant and drank. I was drunk. I rode the moon to a bridge over a stream. I untied my saddle and lay down drunk on my arms. Rest less. When I woke up, it was already dawn. The mountains were surrounded by chaotic mountains and the flowing water was sonorous. It seemed that it was not from this 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 mud has not yet been resolved, and the jade is arrogant. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass.

It’s a pity that a stream of wind and moon cannot teach Qiong Yao to be crushed.

Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.

This poem about landscapes was written when Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou. 2. Poems written by Su Shi near Huangzhou

Su Shi was arrested and imprisoned for the famous "Wutai Poetry Case" in the second year of Yuanfeng, Shenzong of the Song Dynasty (1079). After many rescues, he was finally demoted to Huangzhou. (Today's Huanggang, Hubei Province) deputy envoy of Tuanlian.

In the seventh year of Yuanfeng (1084), he was demoted from Huangzhou to Ruzhou (now Linru, Henan) as Tuanlian deputy envoy. Huangzhou is a dangerous place in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River. When Su Shi was relegated to Huangzhou, he was loyal to the emperor and loved the people, and took governing the country and bringing peace to the world as his own responsibility. Su Shi, who knew that he was unhappy in the world but still ignored "discussing the pros and cons of death, and mixing up the gains and losses", suffered due to the failure of his official career. The adversity and mental shock caused a fundamental change in his mentality.

But during this period, his creation achieved the most brilliant achievements. Lyrics: "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia" (1082) The great river goes eastward, the waves are swept away, and the romantic figures of the ages are revealed.

To the west of the fortress, the human path is: Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the air, stormy waves crashed onto 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 Gong Jin's time, 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, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early.

Life is like a dream, a bottle of wine can return the moon to the river. "Moon over the Xijiang River (with Preface)" (1082) I was in Huangzhou on a spring night while walking on the Qishui River. I passed a restaurant and got drunk. I rode the moon to a bridge over a stream. I untied my saddle. I bent my arms and lay down drunk for a short rest. I felt the chaos in the mountains at dawn in spring. The crowds and the running water are sonorous, and they are no longer in this world. I live on the bridge of this book.

There are shallow waves in Zhaoye (left and right), and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The arrogance of jade has not yet been solved by the mud, and I want to get drunk on the fragrant grass.

It’s a pity that a stream of wind and moon cannot teach Qiong Yao to be crushed. Untying the saddle and pillowing the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.

Poetry: .aspx?id=8203. 3. Poems and poems written by Su Shi when he was in Huangzhou

Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgic The great river goes eastward, and the waves are washed away, and the romantic figures of the ages are revealed.

To the west of the fortress, the humane way is, Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the air, stormy waves crashed onto 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 Gong Jin's time, 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, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early.

Life is like a dream, a statue returns to the moon. Xijiang Moon (with preface) is in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night, and drinking in a restaurant.

Drunk, I rode the moon to a bridge over a stream, untied my saddle and bent my arms, and lay down drunk for a little rest. When I woke up, it was already dawn. The mountains were surrounded by chaotic mountains and the flowing water was sonorous. It seemed that it was not from this world.

Write this number on the bridge pillar. There are shallow waves in the wild, and there are layers of light in the sky.

The mud has not yet been resolved, and the jade is arrogant. 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. Bu Suanzi·Huangzhou Dinghuiyuan residence is decorated with sparse tung trees hanging when the moon is missing, which makes people feel peaceful at first.

Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows. Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret.

Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold. Shuilongyin·Ciyun Zhang Zhifu "Yanghua Ci is like a flower but not a flower, and no one cherishes it." Leaving home on the road, thinking is ruthless and thoughtful.

The lingering damage to the tender intestines makes the eyes so sleepy that they want to be opened or closed.

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 have all flown 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 running water. If you look closely, you can see that they are not Yanghua, but the tears of Li Ren.

When I first arrived in Huangzhou, I laughed at myself for being busy with my mouth all my life, but my career turned ridiculous as I got older. When the Yangtze River flows around Guo, you will know the beauty of the fish, and when the mountains are full of bamboos, you will feel the fragrance of bamboo shoots.

It is better to chase away guests than to hire people outside. The example of the poet is Shui Cao Lang. I'm just ashamed that it can't help anything, it's still a waste of money for the officials.

After drinking in Linjiang Fairy Night on Dongpo, I woke up and got drunk again, and returned as if it was midnight. The boy's breath is thundering.

No one knocks on the door, but leans on the stick to listen 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 is flat. The boat passed away from now on, leaving the rest of my life in the river and sea.

Dingfengbo encountered rain on Shahu Road on March 7th. The rain gear went first, and everyone in the group was in a panic, but I didn't realize it.

It’s clear now, so I did this on purpose. Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in 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 to the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine. 4. Poems written by Su Shi near Huangzhou

Su Shi was arrested and imprisoned for the famous "Wutai Poetry Case" in the second year of Yuanfeng, Shenzong of the Song Dynasty (1079). After many rescues, he was finally demoted to Huangzhou. (Today's Huanggang, Hubei Province) deputy envoy of Tuanlian. In the seventh year of Yuanfeng (1084), he was demoted from Huangzhou to Ruzhou (now Linru, Henan) and transferred to Tuanlian Deputy Envoy.

Huangzhou is a dangerous place in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River. When Su Shi was exiled to Huangzhou, he was loyal to the emperor and loved the people, and took governing the country and bringing peace to the world as his own responsibility. He knew that he was not happy with the world, but he still ignored "the pros and cons of death, and mixed the gains and losses." "Su Shi's mentality changed fundamentally due to the unsatisfactory career and mental shock. But during this period, his creation achieved the most brilliant achievements.

Words:

"Nian Nujiao·Chibi Nostalgia" (1082)

The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. Therefore, on the west side of the fortress, the human path is: Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. 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 think back to Gong Jin’s time, 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, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. Life is like a dream, a bottle of wine can return the moon to the river.

"Moon over the Xijiang River (Preface)" (1082)

I was in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night, passing a restaurant, getting drunk, riding the moon to a bridge over a stream, and unraveling Saddle, bending his arms and lying drunk for a long time, and feeling that the spring dawn is chaotic, the mountains are crowded, and the flowing water is sonorous. It seems that it is not from this world. I wrote this sentence and lived on the bridge.

There are shallow waves in Zhaoye (left and right), and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The arrogance of jade has not yet been solved by the mud, and I want to get drunk on the fragrant grass.

It’s a pity that a stream of wind and moon cannot teach Qiong Yao to be crushed. Untying the saddle and pillowing the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.

Poems:

.aspx?id=8203 5. Poems written by Su Shi in Huangzhou

"Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia" (1082) The Great River Goes East , the waves are gone, the romantic figures of the ages.

To the west of the fortress, the human path is: Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. 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 many heroes at one time. I think back to Gong Jin's time 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, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early.

Life is like a dream, a bottle of wine can return the moon to the river. "Moon over the Xijiang River (with preface)" (1082) I was in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night, passing a restaurant, getting drunk, riding the moon to a bridge over a stream, undressing my saddle, lying down for a short rest while drunk with my arms bent, and feeling the chaos in the mountains at dawn in spring The crowds and the running water are sonorous, and they are no longer in this world. I live on the bridge of this book.

There are shallow waves in Zhaoye (left and right), and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The arrogance of jade has not yet been solved by the mud, and I want to get drunk on the fragrant grass.

It’s a pity that a stream of wind and moon cannot teach Qiong Yao to be crushed. Untying the saddle and pillowing the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.

"Ode to the Former Red Cliff" In the autumn of Renxu, in the seventh month, Su Zi and his guests were boating under Red Cliff. The breeze comes slowly and the water waves are calm.

Lift the wine to the guests, recite the poem of the bright moon, and sing the graceful chapter. After a while, the moon rose above the east mountain, wandering among the bullfights.

The 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 like Feng Xu riding the wind, not knowing where it stops; the flutteringness is like being left alone in the world, emerging into immortality. So he drank and enjoyed himself very much, and he buckled down and sang.

The song says: "The osmanthus sticks are covered with orchid oars, hitting the sky to see the bright light and tracing the stream of light. It is dim and dim in my arms, and I look forward to the beauty in the sky."

There is a guest who blows the hole in the hole, Relying on the song and harmonizing with it, the sound is as clear as resentment, admiration, and weeping. Su Zi was stunned, sitting upright, and asked the guest: "Why is this so?" The guest said: "The moon and stars are sparse, and the black magpie flies south. Isn't this a poem written by Cao Mengde? Looking west to Xiakou and east to Wuchang.

The mountains and rivers are close to each other, and the sky is green; is this not what Meng De was trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke through Jingzhou, went down to Jiangling, followed the river to the east, sailed thousands of miles, covered the sky with flags, and drank wine. I am composing poems on the banks of the river. I have been a hero for a long time. How are I doing now? Kuangwu and I are fishing and woodcutting on the river, hanging out with fish and shrimps, and making friends with elk. We ride in a small boat and hold up a bottle to meet each other. Attribution: Send mayflies to the sky and earth, a drop in the vast sea. I mourn for the brief moment of my life, and envy the infiniteness of the Yangtze River. I carry flying immortals to fly, and hold the bright moon for the end. I don’t know how unexpected it is, and I leave it in the sad wind. " /p>

Su Zi said: "Do guests also know that the water and the moon are like this? Those who have passed away are like this, but they have not yet passed away; those who are full and empty are like that, but their soldiers are not waxing and waning. Look at the changes in Gaijiang and others. , but heaven and earth cannot last for a moment; from the perspective of being unchanging, everything is endless to me.

And why should I envy it? Everything in heaven and earth has its own owner. No matter how much they are, don’t take any of them.

Only the cool breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can be heard by the ears, and can be taken in by the eyes.

This is the infinite treasure of the Creator, and it is the perfect place for me and my son." The guest smiled with joy, washed the bowl and drank more, the food was all gone, and the cup and plate were in a mess.

The couple and their pillows are spread out in the boat, 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, all the leaves have fallen off, and the figures are on the ground. They look up at the bright moon, look at it and enjoy it, and sing in response to each other.

Afterwards, 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, what a good night it is!" The guest said: "It is dusk today, and I catch fish with a net, with a big mouth and thin scales, like Like the perch in Songjiang, did Gu An get the wine?

The woman said, "I have a bucket of wine, which I have hid for a long time, just in case my son needs it from time to time." So she took the wine and fish and swam under Red Cliff again.

The river flows with sound, and the bank is broken thousands of feet; the mountain is high and the moon is small, and the water falls and rocks appear. The sun and the moon were as old as before, but the mountains and rivers cannot be recognised.

I took my clothes and climbed up, walking on the rocks [by the mountain], covered with velvet, perched on tigers and leopards, climbed on horny dragons, climbed on the dangerous nest of falcons, and looked down on Feng Yi's secluded palace. Gai Ergu 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 is a lone crane coming across the river from the east. The wings are like wheels, and the silk clothes are black and white. They scream loudly and sweep towards the boat heading west.

After a while, the guest left, and I fell asleep. I dreamed that a Taoist priest in fluttering feathers was passing under Lingao. He bowed to me and said, "Have you ever had fun at Red Cliff?" When asked his name, he bowed his head and did not answer.

"Woohoo! Heehee! I know it. In the past night, whoever flew past me was not a son." The Taoist priest laughed, and I was also shocked.

Open an account and look at it, but you can’t see it. Su Shi's "Hou Chibi Fu" It's the tenth month of the year. I'm walking from Xuetang and will return to Lingao.

The two guests followed me across the yellow mud slope. The frost and dew have fallen, all the leaves have fallen off, and the figures are on the ground. They look up at the bright moon, look at it and enjoy it, and sing in response to each other.

Then 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, what a good night it is!" The guest said: "It is dusk today, and I catch fish with a net, with a big mouth and thin scales, like Like the perch of Songjiang River, did Gu An get the wine?

The woman said, "I have a bucket of wine, which I have hid for a long time, just in case my son needs it from time to time." So she took the wine and fish and swam under 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 as old as before, but the mountains and rivers cannot be recognised.

I took my clothes and climbed up, walking on the rocks, covered with velvet, perched on tigers and leopards, climbed on horned dragons, climbed on the dangerous nest of falcons, and looked down on Feng Yi's secluded palace. Gai Ergu 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 is a lone crane coming across the river from the east. The wings are like wheels, and the silk clothes are black and white. They scream loudly and sweep towards the boat heading west.

After a while, the guest left, and I fell asleep. In the dream, a Taoist priest, with his feathers fluttering, passed by Lingao. He bowed to me and said, "Are you having fun at Red Cliff?" When asked his name, he bowed his head and did not answer.

"Woohoo! Heehee! I know it. In the past night, whoever flew past me was not a son." The Taoist priest laughed, and I was also shocked.

Open an account and look at it, but you can’t see it. Note ①: "Slander" should be next to "山".

Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When will the bright moon come? When will the bright moon come? 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. I'm afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade houses will be too cold at high places. If I dance to clear my shadow, it won't look like I'm in the human world.

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. Nian Nujiao, Red Cliff and Nostalgia. The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone. 6. Poems and poems written by Su Shi in Huanggang

1. Text: "Fu on Red Cliffs Before and After"

2. Lyrics: "Niannujiao Nostalgic for Chibi", "Ding Fengbo", "Linjiang" "Xian", "Man Ting Fang", "Man Jiang Hong", "Nan Xiang Zi", "Bu Shu Zi".

3. Poems: "First Arrival in Huangzhou", "Three Poems on Red Plums", "Qin Poems", "Two Poems on Cold Food and Rain", "Begonia", "Xi'er Opera", "Dongpo" .

Su Shi:

1. Su Shi (January 8, 1037 - August 24, 1101), also named Zizhan, also named Hezhong, also named Dongpo layman, They are called Su Dongpo and Su Xian. Han nationality, a native of Meishan, Meizhou (now part of Meishan City, Sichuan Province) in the Northern Song Dynasty. His ancestral home is Luancheng, Hebei Province. He is a famous writer, calligrapher and painter in the Northern Song Dynasty.

2. Su Shi is the representative of the highest achievements in literature in the Song Dynasty, and has achieved high achievements in poetry, lyrics, prose, calligraphy, and painting. His poems have broad themes, are fresh and bold, are good at using exaggerated metaphors, and have a unique style. Together with Huang Tingjian, they are called "Su Huang"; His writings are grand and bold, and he is known as "Ou Su" together with Ouyang Xiu, and is one of the "Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties". Su Shi was also good at calligraphy and was one of the "Four Masters of the Song Dynasty"; he was good at painting, especially good at ink bamboo, strange rocks, dead wood, etc. There are "Dongpo Seven Collections", "Dongpo Yi Zhuan", "Dongpo Yuefu" and so on.

7. What poems did Su Dongpo write when he was demoted to Huangzhou?

"Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia"

"Water Melody Singer Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion Presented to Zhang Xiquan"

"Night Tour of Chengtian Temple"

"Business Master's Residence at Dinghui Yuan in Huangzhou"

"Red Cliff Ode"

Su Shi (1037-1101), Northern Song Dynasty Writer, calligrapher, painter, gourmet. His courtesy name is Zizhan and his nickname is Dongpo Jushi. Su Shi had a bumpy official career throughout his life. He was knowledgeable and talented, and he was excellent in poetry, calligraphy and painting. Known as "one of the eight great masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties".

"Nian Nujiao·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 fortress, the humane way is, Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms.

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 Gong Jin’s time, 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.

This poem was written by Su Shi after he was demoted to Huangzhou. Su Shi became a Jinshi at the age of 21. Before the age of 30, he lived in a study for most of his life. His official career was bumpy. With the political turmoil in the Northern Song Dynasty, he almost became a scholar. Go up a few times. At the age of 43, he was arrested and imprisoned for writing a poem that satirized the new law. After he was released from prison, he was demoted to the deputy envoy of Huangzhou Tuanlian. This was a sinecure. He cultivated fields in the old city camp, traveled and visited ancient times, and became politically frustrated, which fostered his thoughts and emotions of escaping from reality and being unappreciated. This poem is nostalgic and lyrical, writing that he has exhausted his ambition and turned to pay attention with a broad-minded heart. History and life. The upper column mainly describes the natural scenery of Chibiji with wind and waves. The artistic conception is broad and broad, and the emotion is vaguely deep. When you start writing, you can lift the clouds vigorously, and you can lift powerfully. Combining the mighty rivers and people through the ages, he writes down the lines.

"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion presented to Zhang Xiquan"

The setting sun embroidered the curtain, and the water under the pavilion connected to the sky. I know that you have made a new work for me, and the windows are wet and green and red. I remember that in the Pingshan Hall, I was sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there was no lonely bird. Recognize the drunken man's words, and know whether the mountains are beautiful or not.

A thousand 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 object described by this word is mainly the vast scene around "Kuaizai Pavilion". By describing the magnificent mountains and waters around Kuai Zai Pavilion, he expresses the author's broad-minded and heroic spirit in life. In terms of artistic conception and structure, this poem has the characteristics of ups and downs, ups and downs, great openings and closings, ups and downs. The poem is infused with a magnanimous and open-minded spirit, showing the poet's calm and awe-inspiring spiritual outlook in adversity, which fully embodies the majestic and unrestrained characteristics of Su's poems.

"Night Tour of Chengtian Temple"

On the night of October 12th, the sixth year of Yuanfeng, I undressed and was about to fall asleep. When the moonlight came into my house, I happily set off. Thinking of nothing and being happy, I went to Chengtian Temple to look for Zhang Huaimin. Huai Min also stayed up and walked with each other in the atrium.

The sky under the courtyard looks like accumulated water, with algae and lilies intertwined in the water, covered with bamboo and cypress shadows. What night is there without a moon? Where are there no bamboos or cypresses? But there are few idle people like the two of us.

Su Shi himself commented on his literary creation, and one of his words is very insightful: "My writing is like a spring of ten thousand dendrobiums, which can come out from any place. On flat ground, it can flow thousands of miles without difficulty. And with it, The mountains and rocks are twisting and turning, and they are shaped by things, but what can be known is that they always do what they should do, and that's all! I can't know the other words.

I wrote down the scene of the poet's night outing, and it was logical. Everything was so harmonious and natural, without any sense of artificiality. Reflecting the ethereal and magnanimous artistic conception. It is both friendly and natural, rich in rhythm, and it also expands time and space and makes people think. The emotions expressed in "Night Tour at Chengtian Temple" are subtle and complex. Although I enjoy enjoying the beautiful scenery, I am not satisfied with it. Putting oneself in the mountains and rivers, and resolving the frustration of oneself.

8. Su Shi's poems and poems written in Huanggang

Su Shi read Nujiao·Chibi Nostalgic Appreciation 2009-04-17 13:45 Reading Nujiao Chibi Nostalgic Going eastward across the Yangtze River, all the waves were swept away, and the romantic figures of the ages were gone.

To the west of the fort, there is Humanity and the Three Kingdoms Zhou Lang 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 think back to Gong Jin's time 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 passion should laugh at me, and I will be born early. Life is like a dream, a statue returns to the moon.

Question Solution This poem was written in the fifth year of Shenzong Yuanfeng (1082). Su Shi was forty-seven years old at that time, and it had been more than two years since he was demoted to Huangzhou.

The whole poem integrates scenery, human affairs, and philosophy, bringing people into the picturesque, majestic scenery and profound historical contemplation, arousing readers' infinite emotions and thoughts about life. The Red Cliff that Su Shi visited was Chibiji in today's Huanggang, Hubei Province, not the place where the Battle of Red Cliff took place.

He is just borrowing here. When Su Shi wrote this poem, he was already forty-seven years old. Not only did he fail to achieve great achievements, but he was exiled to Huangzhou. 9. What are Su Shi's poems written in Huangzhou?

"Ding Feng Bo".

(Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest) Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves in 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 wakes me up, it's slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.

Looking back at the bleak place where I have always been, when I return, there is neither wind nor rain nor ruthlessness. "Niannujiao" (Red Cliff Nostalgia) The great river goes eastward, the waves are swept away, and the romantic figures of the ages are revealed.

To the west of the fortress, the humane way is, Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. 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 many heroes at one time. I think back to Gong Jin's time when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome.

Feather fan and silk scarf, while talking and laughing, the oar (10) disappeared into ashes. Homeland (11) My mind is wandering, I should laugh at my passion, I will be born early.

Life is like a dream, a bottle of wine can return the moon to the river. "Nantang" Sweep the floor, burn incense and close your eyes in the pavilion. The lines of the mat are like water and the tent is like smoke.

I know where the guest comes in my dream, hanging up the west window to catch the waves from the sky. When the divination operator misses the moon, he hangs a sparse tung tree, and when the moon is missing, a person becomes quiet.

Who sees the lonely man coming and going alone, his misty and solitary shadow. Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret.

Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold. The river is full of red·Jianghan comes to the west, and the grapes are deep green under the high buildings.

Still with it, Min'e snow waves, Jinjiang spring scenery. 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 Zhuan", I will stop reading it; it is a pity for a crazy virgin.

The empty island is deserted to the parrots and reed flowers. The scholar who laughs alone is arguing about the bottom of things, Cao Gong and Huang Zu are both confused.

I would like to envoy you to write poems about banishing immortals and chase Huang He.