Su Shi's Poems

Su Shi was born in the Song Dynasty, where lyrics were popular, but he also wrote poems, and later people called him the "God of Poetry", which shows that his status in the poetry world is no less than Li Bai, Du Fu and others, only that he wrote better words.

He wrote a lot of poems, such as: Tai Bai Mountain early morning walk to the town of Hengqu book Chongshou Yuan wall

Immediately renewed the residual dream, I do not know the morning sun open. The mountains are hanging across the green scrolls, and the falling moon is dimming the lamps. I'm tired of running around, and I'm ashamed to be an old monk. I'd like to remember what I've been through," he said.

Leaving a title on the hill behind the Yan Sheng Guan

The mountains and the streams are more and more beautiful, and I am not tired of going up to the northwest to the tip of the first few. The deep valley wild birds hair feather strange, above the fairy sideburns slender. I'm not ashamed to ride the phoenix, and I should chase Chang'e to drive the old toad. The flowers in the mountain grass and rocks have no owner, and the butterflies enter the curtains in the evening.

Leaving the title Xianyou pool Zhongxing Temple Temple east of the Jade Lady hole hole south of the Ma Rong reading stone room over the pool and the south of the mountain stone more strange pool on the bridge for fear of its dangerous dare not cross

Clear pool 100 feet bright no mud, the mountains and trees yin yin valley bird cries. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the water, and then you can see the color of the water. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this," he said. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get to the top of the mountain, but I'm sure I'll be able to get to the top of the ladder.

Shibi City

The usual warring states are not there now, and the strangers are not idle. The north guest first came to try new dangers, and the Shu people are here to send off the remaining mountains. The dark moon is a haze, and the sadness of the river is a mystery. The scenery has changed to the southwest, and the water is gurgling by the bamboo trees along the road.

Panxi Rock

Muratu did not have time to Qianlong, and the seat was not yet warm. I know the old man who knelt on the stone and left his shinbone. I was born into a world of hard work and hardship. The first thing I want to do is to get a good night's sleep, but I don't know if I'm going to be able to do that.

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This is the complete collection of Su Shi's poems.