Su Shi’s poems (more than 30 poems)
Qijue·Spring Night
A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
The sound of singing in the pavilion is soft, and the night is dark in the swing courtyard.
Qijue·Shangyuan Banquet
The pale moon and sparse stars surround Jianzhang, and the fairy wind blows down the incense from the imperial furnace.
The courtiers stand in the Tongming Hall, and a red cloud holds the Jade Emperor.
Qijue·Flower Shadow
One after another on the Yaotai, I called the boy several times but couldn't leave.
It was just taken away by the sun, but it taught the bright moon to see the future.
Wujue · Poem of Staying New Year's Eve
Children will not eat if they are forced to stay together, but they should cheer for each other.
Don’t crow in the early morning, for fear of adding too much trouble.
Qilu·Hezi nostalgic from Mianchi
Everywhere in life is similar, it should be like a flying dragon stepping on slush.
Occasionally, there are fingers and claws left on the mud, and Hongfei is counting the things.
The old monk has died and a new pagoda has been built, and there is no reason to see the old inscriptions if the walls are broken.
Do you still remember the rugged past? The road was long, people were trapped and the donkeys brayed.
Qilu·Dan'er
Thunderbolt collects its power and the evening rain opens, I rely on Cui Wei alone on the railing.
The sky is filled with neon clouds, and the happy wind is rising from the sea.
The wild old man has already sung the words of a prosperous year, and he wants to banish the ministers after removing the books.
Dongpo is old and well-fed in his remaining years. One place can save everything.
Qilu·Crossing the sea on the night of June 20th
As I watch the third watch, the bitter rain ends and the wind clears up.
Who embellishes the scattered clouds and the bright moon, making the sky and sea clear in color.
In the spare time, Lu Sou took advantage of his thoughts and had a rough idea of the music played in Xuanyuan.
I don’t hate the nine deaths in the Southern Wilderness. I am here to travel through the wonders of my life.
Qijue·Huichong Spring River Evening Scene
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is full of artemisia and the reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
Qi Jue·Mid-Autumn Moon
The dusk clouds are all gone and overflowing with coldness, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Qijue·Drinking on the lake, it is clear at first and then it rains
The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.
Qijue·Gift to Liu Jingwen
The lotuses are gone and there is no rain cover, and the chrysanthemums are still covered with proud frost branches.
You must remember that the best times of the year are orange and green.
Guozi suddenly came up with the idea of using potato to make jade glutinous rice soup, which has a wonderful color and fragrance.
It smells like ambergris but is still white, and tastes like milk, which is more complete and clear.
Don’t compare the golden turtle from the North Sea to the jade grit soup from Dongpo.
Resuming official duties and returning to the north rhymes again
Autumn frost and spring rain are not at the same time, thousands of miles away from overseas.
The feathers are already out of the net, but they are flying in the sky looking for traces of clouds.
Drinking on the lake, it is clear at first and then it rains
The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains look empty and rainy, which 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.
Wuchang Bodhisattva Spring to send Wang Zili off
Without wine or money, I urge you to drink from Bodhisattva Spring.
Wherever you look down and don’t see me, the sky and water are the same in all directions.
Send Buddha Noodle Stick and Elder Luofu
The faces of the Buddha in the ten directions and three worlds are all in Dongpo's control.
Send it to Elder Luo Fude and take it back to the general trumpet wind of Wanqiao.
Yangguan Song Mid-Autumn Moon
The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Evening Scene of the Spring River in Huichong
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are the duck prophets of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is full of artemisia and the reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
The banquet of Shangyuan Dynasty
The pale moon and sparse stars surround Jianzhang, and the fairy wind blows down the incense from the imperial furnace.
The courtiers stand in the Tongming Hall, and a red cloud holds the Jade Emperor.
Hezi nostalgic from Mianchi
Everywhere in life is similar, it should be like a flying dragon stepping on slush.
Occasionally, there are fingers and claws left on the mud, and Hongfei is counting the things.
The old monk has died and a new pagoda has been built, and there is no reason to see the old inscriptions if the walls are broken.
Do you still remember the rugged past? The road was long, people were trapped and the donkeys brayed.
Five Odes of Lushan Shengdengyan
There is a golden elixir in the stone chamber, but the mountain god does not know the secret.
Why show your light, it will frighten children in the middle of the night.
Dan'er
The thunderbolt collects its power and the dusk rain opens. I lean against Cui Wei alone on the railing.
The sky is filled with neon clouds, and the happy wind is rising from the sea.
The wild old man has already sung the words of a prosperous year, and he wants to banish the ministers after removing the books.
Dongpo is old and well-fed in his remaining years. One place can save everything.
One of the five drunken poems written in Wanghulou on June 27th
Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.
When the wind comes and blows away, the water under Wanghu Tower is like the sky.
Ci Yun and Ziyou want to get the Lishan Chengni Inkstone
The world is vying to be called Ye Wa Jian, and they will be awarded a hundred gold for one piece.
Who would have thought that Mr. Wang, a good deed, plucked Lintong embroidery from Lingshan Mountain.
The fire in the meridians still contains the warmth of the spring pulse, and there should be traces of tears when hanging from the Qin Dynasty.
It’s useless to send me the title, but I’ve been planning a class recently.
Three Poems from Yangguan: Mid-Autumn Moon
The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Inscribed on Jinshan Temple
The tide follows the dark waves and the snow-capped mountains fall, and the fishing boats in Yuanpu catch the moonlight.
The pine path across the bridge from the temple gate is small, and the threshold is like a spring with clear stone waves.
The green trees and rivers are far away, the sky is dawning, and the misty red clouds are shining over the sea and the sun is shining brightly.
Looking at the clouds and water on all sides, you can see thousands of green peaks counting their weight.
Qinghong counts thousands of green peaks, and the water touches the clouds and looks far away.
The sun is clear, the sea is covered with red mist, and the river is green with trees at dawn.
The Qingbo Stone Eye Spring serves as the threshold, and the path leads to the bridge across from Songmen Temple.
The bright moon is fishing in boats and fish in the distance, and the mountains are covered with snow and the waves are darkly following the tide.
Qin Poems
If there is sound on the qin, why not when it is placed in the box?
If the words are on your fingertips, why not listen to them on your fingertips?
Shen Jian suggested that he should not go to the lake tomorrow and get a pair of lotuses to make a masterpiece at the foot of Beishan.
Tang Yin on the lake fell on his own and asked the public how many times he would come back.
The Narcissus was also afraid that the king would return, so he sent two lotuses to bloom overnight.
The imperial edict is written with a strand of gold paper in hand, and the Yuefu responds to the song and the Xiangfu lotus.
Don’t forget the place where flowers bloom this year, in front of the North Mountain on the west bank of the West Lake.
Children
Children don’t know sorrow. They sit up and hold my clothes.
I want to anger the child, but the old wife persuades the child to be stupid.
My son is even more crazy about you. What’s the point of being unhappy and worried?
I am still ashamed of these words, so I wash my cup in front of me.
Big victory over Liu Lingfu, just for wine money.
On June 27th, Drunk Reading on the Five Wonders at Wanghu Tower
Presenting flowers to the wandering girl Mulan, the drizzle is slanting and the wind and dampness are green and green.
Du Ruo was born in Infinite Fangzhou, but Wu'er didn't know Chu's moves.
Traveling to Fuyunling Mountain after catching locusts, I am tired but pregnant with my son, two poems by my brother
The smoke coming from the west fills the emptiness, and the rain spreads all over Akita.
The new law is Qingping. If you are old and poor, you will bring trouble to yourself.
No one can complain about the meat in a bird's mouth, and it is difficult to send a book with a dog to remember my brother.
Smiling at oneself and being pedantic are all like this, but they are just like locusts who want to deal with them.
The frosty wind is approaching the Double Ninth Festival, and the wild chrysanthemums by the stream are shining brightly.
I have been tired from walking in the abandoned mountains for a long time, but I am still able to dance drunkenly in the village and soak in the waves.
When I sleep alone in the woods, I have a good dream, but when I look back, the world will be full of sorrows.
Killing horses, destroying chariots, and passing away, where did the son come from to ask about Xingzang?
Camellia
The southern mountain pines are rustling, and the yellow leaves are falling in the strong wind.
Who pities children and flowers, scattering fire in the ice and snow.
The person who can pass on the cold appearance of the year is the only one from ancient times.
Zhao Sou had a wonderful idea. After washing, the glue powder was empty.
Mix cinnabar in the palm of your hand and dye it red.
Why praise Luo Mo and admire Jiangnan work alone?
Two Poems of Bai Bu Hong
The long flood jumps into the waves, and the boat goes south like a shuttle.
The navy screams and the geese rise, and the rocks are scraped together.
Like a rabbit flying before an eagle falls, a horse bets on a thousand-foot slope.
The broken string and the arrow were released from the pillar, and the flying lightning passed through the gap and the bead turned over the load.
The four mountains are dizzy and the wind sweeps over my ears, but I can see thousands of eddies arising from the flowing foam.
Although it is a pleasure to enjoy the scenery, why should Shui Bo praise the autumn river?
The days and nights of my life pass by, and I sit and sleep with one thought that exceeds Silla.
In the drunken dream, people are fighting for it, how can you believe that thorns bury the bronze camel.
I feel like I have lost a thousand eons of looking down at the water. Looking back at this water, I feel like a snake.
Look at the green rocks on the edge of the rock. In ancient times, the eyes were like bees’ nests.
But this heart has no place to live, even if the creation is driving like me.
Go back to the boat and go back to each other, and talk more about what Master Xunxu said.
Ink Flowers
Creation is nothing, but suddenly it is not difficult.
The heart of the flower is filled with ink, and the spring color is scattered.
The ethereal shape and talent are completed by supporting the sparse state.
The lotuses are completely dumped by the wind, and the apricots are half covered with rain.
The unique crazy layman, please be the black peony.
I also wrote Pingzi Fu and returned to Xuetang to read it.