"The spring rain is like dark dust, and the spring wind blows down people."
There are several houses on the east slope, and the nest is adjacent to whom. ”
"I have a scoop of wine, and it is not good to drink alone.
Failed to slap my cheek and talk about the lips of the compound. ”
The day was overcast, the spring rain fell down the clouds, covering the sky, and the wind was particularly strong, and if you stood in the wind, you had to sway like three weak willows in spring.
What to do with this weather? Of course, you can't live at home, there is still a scoop of wine at home, how boring it is to drink alone, go to find a nest that lives on the east slope, and drink a glass of wine to drive away this thick chill.
"The empty bed is ruined, and the broken stove is depressed.
Relatively unspoken, mournful know that I am poor. ”
Su Dongpo's home bed was only a few pairs of broken quilts, and the room was empty and destitute.
The family is really too poor, opposite to people, but do not say cold, because even if it is said, there is no good firewood and grass in the house to keep warm.
We are in this miserable wind and cold rain, like the shivering cicadas in autumn, there is no other way but to persevere.
Su Dongpo thought of those former friends of the old officials, enjoying warmth and wine and food at this moment, and they could not imagine that there were some people like Su Dongpo who were on the verge of cold and hunger. This is just like Du Fu's Zhumen wine smells of flesh, and the road has frozen bones.
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"Work hard not to complain about the heavens, I am a heavenly people."
Line to see the flowers and willows moving, sharing the boundless spring. ”
What do people do in difficult situations? Complaining is definitely not the solution. Only by facing and ignoring the current dilemma can the heart gain openness and happiness. As he wrote in "Bo Ding Feng", a smoke and rain is a life. Since the current situation cannot be solved, then we may wish to think about it, after this heavy rain, the willows will sprout, the flowers will bloom, and at that time we can share the boundless spring color, believing that hope is in the future, in the distance. If you lose even hope in the present moment, then you have only one chicken feather left.
Attached is su Dongpo's full poem below:
"Big Cold Step to Dongpo Gift Nest III"
Song SuShi
The spring rain is like dark dust, and the spring wind blows down people.
There are several houses on the east slope, and the nest is adjacent to whom.
The empty bed is ruined, and the broken stove is depressed.
Relatively unspoken, mournful know that I am poor.
I have a scoop of wine, and it is not good to drink alone.
Failed to slap my cheek and talk about the lips of the compound.
The old man Qian Zhonglu, the driver drunk and vomited.
He who knows me and the Son sits as a cold moan.
Try not to complain about the heavens, I am a citizen of heaven.
Line to see the flowers and willows moving, sharing the boundless spring.