A wisp of cold smoke locks Pinghu, and wild fish firewood basks in the sun.
I often go to Dongpo to pick up rubble, and I will pay for the earthly road.
Picking flowers to make wine is accompanied by pine, and the tea is boiled by water, and the aroma is overflowing.
Everyone knows how short life is. Go for an outing and seize the moment.
(2) Wutai Poetry Case
The grass withered in late autumn, and a wisp of cold smoke locked Pinghu.
Birds return with the sunset, and the moon sends silver frost to carry dreams.
Bing Xin fell into prison and was to blame.
How many people can be as handsome as me, even five are informal.
(3) Call it Fish Edge and read Wang Fu.
Affectionate drizzle painting river map, Yang Feng lotus jade.
Green trees cut green water, and a wisp of cold smoke locks Pinghu.
Tell the fish to synthesize a double gem and throw a plant in the phoenix flower.
Don't say that the world of mortals is so bitter, and you are willing to fall for you.
(4) relegating Hangzhou.
There are jade bottles in Su Causeway, and the wind and the lotus pillow water look at the mountain shop.
Shake the boat straight to the sky, push the sleeve and push the river.
Clear water warms the account, while a wisp of cold smoke locks Pinghu.
I would rather be a fisherman than a successful prisoner.
(5) Su Shi's favorite pupil expressed his ambition.
Bai Ou asked me how stupid I was when I fell off the cliff.
I don't care about my sadness, but also turn things into humble things.
The gains and losses in the world are hard to recover, and we don't care about ups and downs.
Looking back at the bleak place, a wisp of cold smoke locks Pinghu.
My humble pen attacks the wind