Recitation testimonials: On the first day of the Lunar New Year, no flowers and firecrackers are smoked, and the cattle have quietly resigned, and they feel more like the whiskers of my life; the deceased is like Si, there are many false numbers, the breeze on the river, the bright moon in the mountains, and I am willing to rejoice with my son. Pray for the new year to come as promised.
Chibi Fu
Su Shi Song
In the autumn of Nongshu, in July, SuZi and the guests swam under the Chibi. The breeze is gentle, and the water waves are not happy. Lift up the wine to the guest, recite the poem of the bright moon, and sing the chapter of the song. Shao Yan, the moon rises above the East Mountain, hovering between the bulls. White dew crosses the river, and the water and light meet the sky. As long as a reed is, Ling Wan is dazed. Hao Hao is like Feng Fei Yu Feng, and does not know what it is; fluttering is like a relic of independence, feathering and ascending to the immortal.
So he drank and sang. The song says: "Gui Zhuo Xi Lan Paddle, Strike the Ming Xi Trace Streamer." Slim to the heart, look forward to the beauty of the sky. "There are those who blow holes, and they rely on songs and harmonize them. Its voice is whimpering, like resentment, like crying, and the afterglow is endless, like a wisp. The diving dragon of the dancing valley, the weeping widow of the lonely boat.
Su Zi was worried, and was sitting precariously and asked the guest, "What is it?" Guest: "The moon star is rare, the black magpie flies south, this is not the poetry of Cao Mengde?" Looking west to Xiakou, east to Wuchang, mountains and rivers to Miao, Yu Hu Cang, this non-Meng De trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou, XiaJiangling, down the river and east also, the ship thousands of miles, the flag covered the air, the wine linjiang, the horizontal hammer fu poetry, Gu I No. Ichi's Xiongye, and now An Zaizai? Yu wu and zi fishing trees on the river, fish and shrimp and friends elk, driving a leaf flat boat, holding a bottle to belong to each other. Sending ephemera to heaven and earth, a millet in the sea. Mourning the beard of my life, envying the infinity of the Yangtze River. Flying Immortals travel and hold the bright moon and end up long. Knowing that it is not sudden, it will be left behind in the wind of sorrow. ”
Su Ziyue: "Ke Yi Zhi Fu Shui and Yue Hu? The deceased is like si, but not the past; the surplus is like the other, and the pawn is like the long. Gai will look at it from its change, then the heavens and the earth will not be able to look at it in an instant; from its unchanging one, then things and I will be endless, and what envy! And between the heavens and the earth, each thing has its own Master, and it is not my own, although there is nothing to be gained. But the breeze on the river, and the bright moon in the mountains, the sound of the ear, the color of the eyes, the forbidden, the inexhaustible use, is the endless treasure of the Creator, and I am compatible with the Son. ”
The guest laughed happily, and the washing cup was more drinky. The nucleus of the dish is exhausted, and the cup and plate are in disarray. In the boat, I don't know the whiteness of the East.
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Author: Senior Teacher of Middle School Chinese, Backbone Teacher of Henan Province, Famous Teacher of Henan Province, National Second-level Psychological Counselor, Backbone Lecturer of Family Education in Anyang City; Love Life, Love Education, Love Literature and Art.