Su Shi's Poetry Creation in Huizhou

Su Shi wrote poems in Huizhou. On November 26th, plum blossoms were in full bloom under the Songfeng Pavilion, and the former rhyme was reused. East miscellaneous flowers lived in Dinghuiyuan, and a begonia, a native of Huizhou, was a must. Huishan Qiandao people cooked dragons to climb the top of Taihu Lake, traveled to Huishan (with Syria) and gave them to Huishan.

1, "Plum Blossoms Bloom under Song Fengting on November 26th": Plum Blossoms have been lost in previous years on Chunfengling in Huainan Village.

2. "Reuse Forerhyme": In Meihua Village, Luofu Mountain, jade snow is the soul of bone and ice.

3. "East miscellaneous flowers live in Dinghui Garden, and there is a begonia, but the natives don't know how expensive it is": Jiangcheng is rich in vegetation, and only famous flowers are bitter and lonely. Smile at the bamboo fence, peaches and plums are always vulgar.

4. "Huizhou One Must": It's four o'clock in spring in Luofu Mountain, and Lu Ju Mei is the latest. 300 lychees a day, it is better to grow into Lingnan people.

5. "Huishan Qiandao people cook Xiaolong Formation and climb to the top to look at Taihu Lake": It is even harder to stay in the mountains on the south bank of the Yangtze River. Take a small moon in the sky alone to try Er Quan, the best in the world. The stone road lingers around Jiulongling, and the water turns into five lakes. Sun Deng came home speechless, and his spine was all over the valley.

6, "You Huishan (and Syria)": Thin clouds don't cover mountains, and rain doesn't wet people. Loose and smooth, new strategy. I have two or three sons, anxious and phosphorus-free. Winning the tour will be different, but the sentence is still dust. Sorrow over the past, cry, and sing a little song. Alas, for the wind, it is difficult to be neighbors with the Bird's Nest.

7. Gift for Huishan: I have traveled all over the world, and I have sent my heart to every place. The old lodge in the mountains is still there, and the case "Leng Yan" has gone away. There are a few pieces left in the pillow, and Hsinchu is behind closed doors. Guests come to tea, nothing, oranges and bayberry are still sour.

8. "Jiao Xun Huishan Spring Poetry": Zishan is in the air, full of milk. When you meet a gap, you will see it, and the smell is real. Shallow depth has its own value, and Fiona Fang keeps it. Or clouds surge, or lines are intermittent. Or sing in an empty, miscellaneous piano building. Or flowing through the cracks, turning dragons into dragons.