"Ding Fengbo·Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest" by Su Shi
[On March 7, it rained on Shahu Road.
The rain gear went first, and everyone in the group was in a panic, but I didn't realize it.
It's already clear, so I wrote this word.
Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest,
Why not scream and walk slowly?
Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are lighter than horses,
Who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The cool spring breeze wakes me up from my drunkenness,
It's slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining brightly.
Looking back at the bleak place,
When I returned home, there was no wind or rain or sunshine.
Intention: Looking back to the desolate place where I came from, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I return.