Let s talk about the interpretation of Su Shi s poems and the spiritual realm of Su Shi s poems

I do my own thing, not afraid of ups and downs.

With only one coat, you can live calmly in the smoke and rain, this kind of detachment spirit of doing your own thing and not being afraid of ups and downs is Su Shi's attitude towards the world, and it is also the spiritual realm that many people yearn for.

Su Shi (January 8, 1037 - August 24, 1101), a native of Meishan, Meizhou (now Meishan City, Sichuan Province), was a native of Zizhan, a character and Zhong, and a native of Dongpo and Tieguandao. He was a famous writer and politician in the Northern Song Dynasty. and Huang Tingjian are called "Su Huang".

and Xin Qiji, together with "Su Xin". Together with Ouyang Xiu, it is called "Ou Su", one of the "Eight Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties" and one of the "Four Families of the Song Dynasty".

<> "Su Shi's Ancient Poems of Life."

Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian.

Derivation. Linjiang Immortal, Send Money to Mu Father".

One other door changed the fire three times, and the end of the world stepped on the red dust. Still smiling as spring warmth. There is no wave of the real ancient well, and there is a festival of autumn yun.

The melancholy lonely sail was sent overnight, sending off the light moon and clouds. Don't use your eyebrows before honoring. Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian.

If there is a sound on the piano, why not sound it in the box?

Derivation. Qin Poems

If there is a sound on the piano, why not sound it in the box? If the voice is on the fingers, why not listen to the fingers?

Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?

A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.

Derivation. Fixing the Storm".

On March 7, it rained in the middle of Shahu Road, and the rain gear went first, and the peers were all embarrassed, and Yu Du was unconscious. It has been done, so it is done.

Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not roar and walk slowly. Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.

The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain obliquely shines but welcomes each other to look back at the bleak place, and return, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.

The taste of the world is refreshing.

Derivation. Huanxi Sand".

On December 24 of the seventh year of Yuanfeng, Uncle Liu Qian traveled to Nanshan from Sizhou.

The drizzle and the slanting wind make the dawn cold, and the light smoke is sparse and the willows are beautiful and the beach is clear. Into Huaiqing smiled stupidly Luo gradually long.

Snow foam milk flower Wu Chang floating afternoon lamp, artemisia bamboo shoots try spring plate. The taste of the world is refreshing.

Hugh touches oranges to accompany the old people to think about the old country, and will try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.

Derivation. Wangjiangnan: Transcendent Taiwan".

Spring is not old, and the wind is thin and willow is oblique. Try to see it on the transcendent stage, half a trench spring water and a city of flowers. Smoke and rain are dark.

After the cold food, the wine wakes up but sighs. Hugh thinks about the old people and the old country, and will try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.

Life is everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on slush.

Derivation. Kazuko Yumiike Nostalgia".

Life is everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on slush.

Occasionally, there are fingers and claws on the mud, and Hongfei counts things.

The old monk has died into a new tower, and the bad wall has no reason to see the old problem.

Do you remember the rugged days in the past, and the people on the road were sleepy and the donkeys neighed.

Occupy the world and be foolish.

Derivation. Nanxiangzi".

Cool and green yarn kitchen. A pillow of breeze sleeps during the day. Sleep and listen to the evening ya, slowly. Read all the books at the bedside.

Scratch your head and return to the home. Consciously fame is lazy and more sparse. If you ask the gentleman and the skill, what is it? Occupy the world and be foolish.

Wrapped in a coarse cloth, he has poetry and books in his belly.

Derivation. and Dong Chuan to say goodbye".

Wrapped in a coarse cloth, he has poetry and books in his belly.

Tired of accompanying the old Confucian cooking gourd leaves, he is forced to step on the locust flowers.

The bag is empty, and the spring horse is not searched, and the eyes are chaotic to see the car of the son-in-law.

The pride is still boasting of the world, and the new wet words of Zhao Huang are like crows.

A genius born in such a prosperous era of thought in the Northern Song Dynasty is destined to be extraordinary. Su Shi, who was born in a family of Confucian officials, once thought deeply of Zhijun Yaoshun, and others who had also been on the rise had to escape from the world and enlighten themselves in middle age. The ups and downs, nine deaths and a lifetime of career did not make Su Shi decadent, but achieved his transcendence, detachment, he was based on Confucianism, with the help of the Buddha and surpassed the Buddha, and finally formed a complex personality of Confucianism and external Taoism.

The purpose of this paper is to interpret the poems created by Su Shi at various stages of his life, analyze Su Shi's mental journey, and then analyze the complex personality of Su Shi's three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.

From entering Beijing to taking the exam to asking himself to leave Beijing, Confucianism dominated Su Shi's life path.

In terms of literature and art, Su Shi is a genius and an all-rounder. He knew poetry and books at the age of seven, and at the age of ten, he had the "ambition of the time", guided by Confucian orthodoxy, taking self-cultivation as the starting point, loving things and people, helping the world and saving the people as the ideal, and finally in order to achieve the great cause of leveling the world. It can be said that Confucianism has guided Su Shi to a very clear way to enter the WTO.

lived up to his youth and talent, and Su Shi, who entered Beijing at the age of 21 with his father and brother to take the exam, set an astonishing result with the highest score in the Northern Song Dynasty scientific examination in one fell swoop, and Ouyang Xiu couldn't help but admire: "He will stand alone in the world in his daily articles!" "Let's look at this song "Butterfly Love Flowers: Spring Scene":

The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds. There is little willow blowing on the branches. There is no grass at the end of the world! Swing inside the wall, outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall. The laughter faded into silence. Amorous but ruthlessly annoyed.

Su Shi is good at being bold and graceful, this sad spring work is rich in meaning, both sentimental to the twilight spring, and subtle and tactful love thoughts, and the end of the word is full of a depression that wants to work hard but fails to do so. Throughout the word, the poet uses hazy brushstrokes to express his mental journey vividly, but it is to the end, which is endlessly evocative. Among them, sentences such as "where there is no grass at the end of the world" and "amorous but ruthlessly annoyed" have also become popular sentences.

Let's take a look at this song "Jiangchengzi Yimao Dream on the Twentieth Night of the First Month":

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

How do I remember using words as poems? Misremembered?