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On March 7, it rained in Shahu Road. The rain gear went first, and the peers were embarrassed, and the rest was unaware. It has been clear, so I made this word.

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 is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.

On the seventh day of March in the fifth year of Emperor Yuanfeng of the Song Dynasty (1082), it was raining on Shahu Road, and the servant with the rain gear left earlier, and everyone who accompanied him felt very embarrassed, but I was the only one who felt so. After a while, when the weather cleared, I made this poem.

Don't pay attention to the sound of rain piercing through the forest and leaves, why not let go of your throat and chant a long howl and walk calmly. Carrying bamboo canes, wearing shoes, walking lighter than riding a horse, wearing a robe and letting the wind and rain blow, I still live my life.

The spring breeze was slightly cool and blew me up, slightly cold, but the early sunny sun on the mountain greeted me at the right time. Looking back at the stormy place, I walked home, whether it was rain or shine.

Fixing the Storm Su Shi.

Su Shi - "Fixing the Storm".

Preface] On March 7, it rained on Shahu Road. The rain gear went first, and the peers were embarrassed, and the rest of the people didn't realize it, and it was already sunny, so it was like this.

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 is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.

Dingfeng Bo South China Sea returned to Wang Dingguo's servant Yu Niang - Su Shi.

Wang Ding's national anthem, Rounu, surnamed Yuwen, has beautiful eyebrows, is good at coping, and lives in Beijing. Dingguo moved south, and Yu asked Rou: "Guangnan terroir, should it be bad?" Rou said: "This place of peace is my hometown." "Because of the word cloud.

I often envy the jade lang in the world, and the sky should beg and point to the crisp girl. The wind rises, and the clouds fly and the sea becomes cool.

The year after returning thousands of miles is getting younger, smiling, and smiling with the fragrance of Lingmei. I asked Lingnan if it should be bad, but he said, this place of peace is my hometown.

Set the storm - Liu Yong.

Since spring, the miserable green and sad red, the heart is a matter of cocoa. The sunshine is on the flowers, the warbler wears the willow belt, and the incense is still pressing. Warm and crispy, greasy clouds, tired of combing all day long.

Without that, the hatred is gone, and there is no music book. I knew it earlier, regretted it at the beginning, and didn't lock the carved saddle. To the chicken window, only with the barbarian note elephant tube, restrained to teach the class.

The town follows, don't throw away, and sit with Yi with needlework. and me, lest you be young and your time is wasted.

Fixing the Storm Su Shi.

On March 7, it rained in Shahu Road. The rain gear went first, and the peers were embarrassed, and the rest was unaware. It's been sunny, so it's done.

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

The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.

Fixing the Storm "Su Shi of the Song Dynasty.

Original text: On March 7, it rained in Shahu Road. The rain gear went first, and the peers were embarrassed, and the rest was unaware. It has been clear, so I made this word. Stupid.

Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not roar and walk slowly. Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than quiet 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 is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, return. There is neither wind nor rain nor sunshine.

Translation: On March 7, it was raining on Shahu Road, and the servant with the rain gear had left, and everyone in the company felt very embarrassed, but I didn't think so. After a while, the sky was clear, and he made this poem.

Don't be afraid of the sound of wind and rain in the woods, why not let go of your throat and chant calmly. Bamboo cane and straw shoes are lighter than riding a horse, these are all small things, so what's so scary? Put on a coat and let the lake and sea live a moderate life.

The steep spring breeze woke me up, and I felt a little cold on my body, and I saw that the slanting sun on the mountain had shown a smiling face, looking back at the scene of the wind and rain, whether it was wind and rain or sunny.