From snakes to swords, there are ten Taoists born. Now painters are doing it one by one. When the leaves are tired, there will be no bamboo! Therefore, painting bamboo must be done on the chest first, and the pen must be familiar. That is, people who see what they want to draw should take the time to follow the painting, so as to catch up with what they see, such as a rabbit falling down and dying without standing up.
And can be taught to do so. You can't give it, but you know why.
A husband knows what he is, but he can't. There are differences inside and outside, the heart and hand do not correspond, and there is not much to learn. Therefore, anyone who is unfamiliar with it looks at himself equally during the day, but suddenly loses it when facing something. Is it a person? Yu Zi is the last work of "Zhu Mo Fu": "I am good at cooking, and I also take it from those who solve cows and those who keep fit; The wheel is flat, so is the wheel, and the reader is with it.
Now the master entrusts Sishu, and it is wrong to give it a proper way. "Zi You never painted, so he got his meaning. If you give it, you won't get its meaning and method alone.
People who can draw bamboo are not expensive at first, and people from all over the world are stepping on their doors. He threw himself on the floor in disgust and scolded, "I will miss socks."
Scholar-officials thought it was a reliable story and passed it on. And you can return from Yangzhou, and the rest is Xuzhou.
Yuke wrote a note saying, "Scholars in the near language, Mohist and Zhuzong, are all near Pengcheng, so you can ask. Socks should be pulled from children. "
At the end of the book, I copied a poem and said briefly, "I plan to sweep a section of goose stream silk and take the cold tip as long as 10 thousand feet." To talk about energy, bamboo is ten thousand feet long. When I used 250 pieces of silk, I knew I was tired after writing, hoping to get this silk.
When he couldn't answer, he said, "I'm talking nonsense. Is there thousands of feet bamboo in the world? " So I answered his poem: "There are also Chihiro bamboos in the world, and the moon has a long shadow." "If you argue with Perilla, you will argue," he said ridiculously. "However, with 250 horses, I will buy land and enjoy my old age."
The bamboo left by the painting pattern said, "This bamboo is several feet long, but it has the potential of ten thousand feet." Moon Valley is in Yangzhou, which is one of the thirty chants in Yangzhou, "Moon Valley".
Yu Yue said, "Bamboo planting in Hanchuan is as cheap as Peng's, but the axe does not spare dragons. The material is poor and greedy, and Weibin has a thousand acres in his chest. "
My wife and I traveled in the valley, burning bamboo shoots and eating late, sending letters and taking poems, laughing and spitting. I was not in Chen Zhou on the 20th day of the first month in the second year of Yuanfeng.
On July 7, I came into contact with calligraphy and painting in Huzhou, and I cried when I saw this scrap bamboo slip. Yesterday, Cao Mengde's "Official Document for Offering the Bridge" contained words such as "Opening to Traffic" and "Abdominal Pain".
Moreover, giving also contains words that can be laughed at in the past, so that seeing and giving are very close and so on. When bamboo first appeared, it only had buds one inch high, but it had nodes and leaves.
From the cicada's broken shell to the snake's scaly state, it is growing until it grows to eight feet high like a drawn sword. At present, people who draw bamboo are painting one by one, piling one by one. Where can there be a complete living bamboo? Therefore, painting bamboo must first have a complete image of bamboo in your mind. When he picked up the pen and looked carefully, he saw the bamboo he wanted to draw. He quickly got up and followed, and began to draw in one go, so as to catch up with what he saw, such as rabbits jumping and running, falcons diving and fighting, and disappeared after a little relaxation.
What you can tell me is. I can't do this, but I know the truth in my heart.
Since I know the truth of doing this in my heart, I can't do it because of the difference between inside and outside. Therefore, anyone who has an idea in his mind but is not skilled usually thinks he knows himself very well, but suddenly forgets it at the last minute. Is this phenomenon just painting bamboo? Ziyou wrote a Fu to Ke, saying: "Chef Ding killed cows, but the people who pay attention to hygiene realized the truth from his actions;" The wheelwright makes wheels, but the reader agrees with him.
Now you pin your meaning on this bamboo painting. I think you are a person who knows the truth, don't you? "Ziyou didn't draw, so he got his meaning. People like me not only get what they want, but also get what they want.
At first, I didn't value bamboo. People from all over the world came to ask him to paint with white silk, and their feet touched each other at his door.
Keke hated them so much that he threw the white silk on the ground and scolded, "I want to make socks with these white silk!" " "Literati kept using his words as an excuse. When you come back from Dangyang House, I am the Governor of Xuzhou.
You can write to me and say, "I told the literati recently:' We have reached Su Shi, near Xuzhou, and you can ask him to paint. "The materials for making socks will be collected from you."
At the end of the letter, I wrote another poem to the effect that "I'm going to draw a cold bamboo with a piece of goose creek silk." I said to Yu Ke, "Ten thousand feet of bamboo requires two hundred and fifty pieces of silk.
I know you are too lazy to write, I just want to get these diaosi. "He had nothing to answer, so he said," My words were wrong. How can there be thousands of feet bamboo in the world? " I confirmed it and replied to his poem: "There are eight thousands of feet-long bamboos in the world, and the moonlight shines in an empty room for so long. "
He smiled and said, "Mr. Su is really good at talking! But 250 silks, I want to use them to buy some fields to go home for the elderly. " In other words, he gave me the bamboo with an inclined valley and said, "This bamboo is only a few feet high, but it has an imposing manner of 10,000 feet."
Yunyou Valley is in Yangzhou, and Keke also asked me to write 30 poems on Yangzhou, and Yunyou Valley is one of them. In my poem, I said, "The Hanshui River is as low as grass. How can an axe let go of bamboo? " ? It is estimated that the satrap was poor and greedy, and ate thousands of acres of bamboo forests by the Weihe River. "
On the same day, he and Ke took his wife to play in Youyou Valley, cooked bamboo shoots and ate them at night. When he opened the letter, he saw that it was this poem, and he couldn't help laughing and spraying the rice all over the table. On the 20th day of the first month of the second year of Yuanfeng, Ke Zai died.
On July 7 this year, I was drying calligraphy and painting in Huzhou. When I saw this painting, I put down the scroll and burst into tears. Once upon a time, Cao Mengde offered sacrifices to this bridge. It is said that he did not offer sacrifices to the grave, and his car had abdominal pain. My article also recorded that you can joke with me so that you can be so close to me.
2. Translate the ancient text of China Yu Wen Zhu Hua The rest of the family has two huts.
Bamboo is planted in the south. At the beginning of Xia Rixin, the shade shines.
It is cool and comfortable to put a small sofa inside. In autumn and winter, cut off both ends of the fence bone, spread it horizontally as a window lattice, and paste it with even thin white paper.
The weather is warm, frozen flies touch enough paper, and drums are played in winter and winter. A bamboo shadow was messy at that time.
Isn't it a natural picture? Where I draw bamboo, I have nothing to learn from, but more paper windows, white walls, sunshine and moon shadows. In the autumn of the general, bamboo, smoke, sun shadows and fog are all floating among the dense leaves.
The chest is full of vitality, so it is picturesque. In fact, the bamboo in the chest is not the bamboo in the eye.
Therefore, grinding ink, spreading paper, putting pen to paper and doing it in disguise are not bamboo in the hands. In short, write first, and there are rules.
Those who intentionally stay out of the law will become machines. Draw a cloud alone! Freehand brushwork, have answers; Zheng Banqiao paints bamboo, but he doesn't know what to do.
Dense, short and chubby, just write it, and it will become a game, fascinating and well-founded. After learning, dare to pretend to be a former saint? However, bamboo can't help it, it's just a truth.
There are two thatched cottages in my home, with bamboo planted in the south and west. In summer, the branches and leaves of Hsinchu are just unfolding, and the trees are shaded and the sun is shining. Putting a bed in the bamboo forest is very cool and comfortable.
When autumn and winter alternate, take out the skeleton of the screen, cut off both ends, put it horizontally to form a pane, and then paste it with even white tissue paper. When the weather is warm and sunny, the semi-frozen flies fly again, hitting the enough paper and drumming.
At this time, a messy bamboo shadow on enough paper is not a natural picture. The bamboo I drew was not handed down by the teacher, but mostly came from paper windows, powder walls, sunshine and moon shadows. Teaching in a private school by the river, I often get up in the morning to observe the bamboo in clear autumn.
At this time, smoke, sun shadows and dew are floating between sparse branches and dense leaves. So the feeling in my chest is stirring, and I have the idea of painting.
In fact, the bamboo reflected in my mind at this moment is no longer the bamboo I saw before my eyes, so I quickly picked up the inkstone to grind ink, unfolded the drawing paper, took the initiative to put pen to paper, and soon became a painting. At this point, the bamboo painted by the pen is not the bamboo reflected in the mind.
In a word, it is an indisputable law that thoughts are produced before writing; However, the overflow of interests outside the law depends entirely on personal luck. Is it like painting? I planted dozens of orchids, and when spring came to an end, they all looked listless and withered, as if they were missing their hometown.
Therefore, they were transplanted between rockeries. In the north of the mountain, in the crevices of the stones, they can not only avoid the scorching sun, but also be close to the dry place, facing my room, and there is nothing to see. In the second year, dozens of new branches suddenly appeared, straight and upright, with a solid, heavy and distant fragrance.
Another year, it grows more luxuriantly. From this I realized that everything has its own nature.
So I wrote a poem for orchids. The poem says: "Orchids are grass in the mountains, and they are also planted in the mountains. There is an angel planted in the world. (Ang: It's fun) It's better to stay with the haze. "
He also said, "The bluegrass in the mountains is like a tree crown, with warm leaves and warm flowers and a strong climate. How can you send incense not far from the valley? " This is just a rockery, if it is, let alone a real mountain! This orchid I painted, its flowers are outside the leaves, and it is very fat, because it is an orchid in the mountains rather than an orchid in the basin.
3. Ask for a minimum of 0.27 yuan to open a library member to view the complete content > Original Publisher: three years and five years 158 There is an old idiom in China, which is called "having a plan in mind" or "having a plan in mind".
This interesting story was told by Su Shi, a great poet in the Song Dynasty, in his book "Bamboo in the Valley". During the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a man who was good at painting bamboo, and he was also Su Shi's cousin, with the same surname and word as Ke.
According to relevant historical records, he planted many bamboos around his apartment. Whether in winter or summer, rain or shine, he should carefully observe bamboo and study their changes and postures in different seasons and different weather. After a long time, the bamboo he painted with ink is moving and full of life.
One of his good friends once wrote a poem praising: "When you can draw bamboo, you have a well-thought-out plan." In other words, before he put pen to paper, he conceived the image of bamboo in his mind, that is, "so painting bamboo must be in his chest first."
Coincidentally, it is said that Mr. Qi Baishi, a master of modern Chinese painting in China, once built a device to raise shrimps in his room, and observed their postures and postures from time to time, which made the shrimps described by Mr. Qi Lao have different postures and lifelike. The two stories tell the same truth. We must observe and study objective things repeatedly, and finally we can create a complete and vivid artistic image.
Su Shi himself is not good at painting, but the article brilliantly shows the main links and basic processes of artistic creation from observation to conception, from study to practice, and then to expression. In fact, the article is not only telling people how to draw, "You can't give it, but you know why", which contains profound philosophy and significance.
Solution: Wen (10 18~ 1079) is Su Shi's cousin, who is 18 years older than Su Shi. Wen and Ke were famous for their bamboo paintings, and they were the representatives of Mozi School at that time.
Zong Shenxi Ning for eight years (1075) became well-known in Yangzhou (now Yangxian County, Shaanxi Province). In the second year of Yuanfeng (1079), he changed his knowledge to Huzhou (now Huzhou, Zhejiang) in the first month, and died in Zhou Chen (now Shandong) on his way to work.
4. At first, I didn't pay much attention to the translation of the last two paragraphs of Wen and Picturesque Gu Yan Zhu Ji and Picturesque Bamboo.
People from all over the world came to ask him to paint with white silk, and their feet touched each other at his door. Keke hated them so much that he threw the white silk on the ground and scolded, "I want to make socks with these white silk!" " "Literati kept using his words as an excuse.
When you come back from Dangyang House, I am the Governor of Xuzhou. Ke wrote to me and said, "Recently, I said to the literati,' We have reached Su Shi, who is near Xuzhou. You can ask him to paint.
Materials for making socks will be collected from you. At the end of the letter, I wrote another poem to the effect that "I'm going to draw a cold bamboo with a piece of goose creek silk."
I said to Yu Ke, "Ten thousand feet of bamboo requires two hundred and fifty pieces of silk. I know you are too lazy to write. I hope to get these silk books. "
He was speechless and said, "My words were wrong. How can there be thousands of feet bamboo in the world? " I confirmed it and replied to his poem: "There are eight thousands of feet-long bamboos in the world, and the moonlight shines in an empty room for so long." With ridicule, he said: "Mr. Su is really good at talking! But 250 silks, I want to use them to buy some fields to go home for the elderly. "
In other words, he gave me the bamboo with an inclined valley and said, "This bamboo is only a few feet high, but it has an imposing manner of 10,000 feet." Yunyou Valley is in Yangzhou, and Keke also asked me to write 30 poems on Yangzhou, and Yunyou Valley is one of them.
In my poem, I said, "The Hanshui River is as low as grass. How can an axe let go of bamboo? " ? It is estimated that the satrap was poor and greedy, and ate thousands of acres of bamboo forests by the Weihe River. "On that day, he and Ke took their wives to play in Youyou Valley, cooked bamboo shoots and ate them at night. When he opened the letter, he saw that it was this poem, and he couldn't help laughing and spraying the rice all over the table.
On the 20th day of the first month of the second year of Yuanfeng, Ke Zai died. On July 7 this year, I was drying calligraphy and painting in Huzhou. When I saw this painting, I put down the scroll and burst into tears.
Once upon a time, Cao Mengde offered sacrifices to this bridge. It is said that he did not offer sacrifices to the grave, and his car had abdominal pain. My article also recorded that you can joke with me so that you can be so close to me.
5. The translation and text evaluation of "The Story of One Man Painting a Valley and One Bamboo" belong to the literary period: Song Dynasty Literature: Song Works Genre: Prose Genre: Su Xin Author: Su Shi Abstract: This is a literary essay as well as a memorial.
Put forward the literary criticism point of view of "having answers". [Original] Bamboo is born, with an inch of sprouting ears and leaves.
From snakes to swords, there are ten Taoists born. Now painters are doing it one by one. When the leaves are tired, there will be no bamboo! Therefore, painting bamboo must be done on the chest first, and the pen must be familiar. That is, people who see what they want to draw should take the time to follow the painting, so as to catch up with what they see, such as a rabbit falling down and dying without standing up.
And can be taught to do so. You can't give it, but you know why.
A husband knows what he is, but he can't. There are differences inside and outside, the heart and hand do not correspond, and there is not much to learn. Therefore, anyone who is unfamiliar with it looks at himself equally during the day, but suddenly loses it when facing something. Is it a person? Yu Zi is the last work of "Zhu Mo Fu": "I am good at cooking, and I also take it from those who solve cows and those who keep fit; The wheel is flat, so is the wheel, and the reader is with it.
Now the master entrusts Sishu, and it is wrong to give it a proper way. "Zi You never painted, so he got his meaning. If you give it, you won't get its meaning and method alone.
People who can draw bamboo are not expensive at first, and people from all over the world are stepping on their doors. He threw himself on the floor in disgust and scolded, "I will miss socks."
Scholar-officials thought it was a reliable story and passed it on. And you can return from Yangzhou, and the rest is Xuzhou.
Yuke wrote a note saying, "Scholars in the near language, Mohist and Zhuzong, are all near Pengcheng, so you can ask. Socks should be pulled from children. "
At the end of the book, I copied a poem and said briefly, "I plan to sweep a section of goose stream silk and take the cold tip as long as 10 thousand feet." To talk about energy, bamboo is ten thousand feet long. When I used 250 pieces of silk, I knew I was tired after writing, hoping to get this silk.
When he couldn't answer, he said, "I'm talking nonsense. Is there thousands of feet bamboo in the world? " So I answered his poem: "There are also Chihiro bamboos in the world, and the moon has a long shadow." "If you argue with Perilla, you will argue," he said ridiculously. "However, with 250 horses, I will buy land and enjoy my old age."
The bamboo left by the painting pattern said, "This bamboo is several feet long, but it has the potential of ten thousand feet." Moon Valley is in Yangzhou, which is one of the thirty chants in Yangzhou, "Moon Valley".
Yu Yue said, "Bamboo planting in Hanchuan is as cheap as Peng's, but the axe does not spare dragons. The material is poor and greedy, and Weibin has a thousand acres in his chest. "
My wife and I traveled in the valley, burning bamboo shoots and eating late, sending letters and taking poems, laughing and spitting. I was not in Chen Zhou on the 20th day of the first month in the second year of Yuanfeng.
On July 7, I came into contact with calligraphy and painting in Huzhou, and I cried when I saw this scrap bamboo slip. Yesterday, Cao Mengde's "Official Document for Offering the Bridge" contained words such as "Opening to Traffic" and "Abdominal Pain".
Moreover, giving also contains words that can be laughed at in the past, so that seeing and giving are very close and so on. When bamboo first appeared, it only had buds one inch high, but it had nodes and leaves.
From the cicada's broken shell to the snake's scaly state, it is growing until it grows to eight feet high like a drawn sword. At present, people who draw bamboo are painting one by one, piling one by one. Where can there be a complete living bamboo? Therefore, painting bamboo must first have a complete image of bamboo in your mind. When he picked up the pen and looked carefully, he saw the bamboo he wanted to draw. He quickly got up and followed, and began to draw in one go, so as to catch up with what he saw, such as rabbits jumping and running, falcons diving and fighting, and disappeared after a little relaxation.
What you can tell me is. I can't do this, but I know the truth in my heart.
Since I know the truth of doing this in my heart, I can't do it because of the difference between inside and outside. Therefore, anyone who has an idea in his mind but is not skilled usually thinks he knows himself very well, but suddenly forgets it at the last minute. Is this phenomenon just painting bamboo? Ziyou wrote a Fu to Ke, saying: "Chef Ding killed cows, but the people who pay attention to hygiene realized the truth from his actions;" The wheelwright makes wheels, but the reader agrees with him.
Now you pin your meaning on this bamboo painting. I think you are a person who knows the truth, don't you? "Ziyou didn't draw, so he got his meaning. People like me not only get what they want, but also get what they want.
At first, I didn't value bamboo. People from all over the world came to ask him to paint with white silk, and their feet touched each other at his door.
Keke hated them so much that he threw the white silk on the ground and scolded, "I want to make socks with these white silk!" " "Literati kept using his words as an excuse. When you come back from Dangyang House, I am the Governor of Xuzhou.
You can write to me and say, "I told the literati recently:' We have reached Su Shi, near Xuzhou, and you can ask him to paint. "The materials for making socks will be collected from you."
At the end of the letter, I wrote another poem to the effect that "I'm going to draw a cold bamboo with a piece of goose creek silk." I said to Yu Ke, "Ten thousand feet of bamboo requires two hundred and fifty pieces of silk.
I know you are too lazy to write, I just want to get these diaosi. "He had nothing to answer, so he said," My words were wrong. How can there be thousands of feet bamboo in the world? " I confirmed it and replied to his poem: "There are eight thousands of feet-long bamboos in the world, and the moonlight shines in an empty room for so long. "
He smiled and said, "Mr. Su is really good at talking! But 250 silks, I want to use them to buy some fields to go home for the elderly. " In other words, he gave me the bamboo with an inclined valley and said, "This bamboo is only a few feet high, but it has an imposing manner of 10,000 feet."
Yunyou Valley is in Yangzhou, and Keke also asked me to write 30 poems on Yangzhou, and Yunyou Valley is one of them. In my poem, I said, "The Hanshui River is as low as grass. How can an axe let go of bamboo? " ? It is estimated that the satrap was poor and greedy, and ate thousands of acres of bamboo forests by the Weihe River. "
On the same day, he and Ke took his wife to play in Youyou Valley, cooked bamboo shoots and ate them at night. When he opened the letter, he saw that it was this poem, and he couldn't help laughing and spraying the rice all over the table. On the 20th day of the first month of the second year of Yuanfeng, Ke Zai died.
On July 7 this year, I was drying calligraphy and painting in Huzhou. When I saw this painting, I put down the scroll and burst into tears. Once upon a time, Cao Mengde offered sacrifices to bridges, but some people did not offer sacrifices to graves.
6. "The Story of Painting Bamboo in the Valley" (Su Shi) Original and Translation [Original] The beginning of bamboo, an inch of ears, the leaves are clumsy. From snakes to swords, there are ten Taoists born. Now painters are doing it one by one. When the leaves are tired, there will be no bamboo! Therefore, painting bamboo must be done on the chest first, and the pen must be familiar. That is, people who see what they want to draw should take the time to follow the painting, so as to catch up with what they see, such as a rabbit falling down and dying without standing up. And can be taught to do so. You can't give it, but you know why. A husband knows what he is, but he can't. There are differences inside and outside, the heart and hand do not correspond, and there is not much to learn. Therefore, anyone who is unfamiliar with it looks at himself equally during the day, but suddenly loses it when facing something. Is it a person?
Yu Zi is the last work of "Zhu Mo Fu": "I am good at cooking, and I also take it from those who solve cows and those who keep fit; The wheel is flat, so is the wheel, and the reader is with it. Today's master is entrusted with silk and bamboo, so he is not a good teacher? " Ziyou never paints, so he gets his meaning. If you give it, you won't get its meaning and method alone.
People who can draw bamboo are not expensive at first, and people from all over the world are stepping on their doors. He threw himself on the floor in disgust and scolded, "I will miss socks." Scholar-officials thought it was a reliable story and passed it on. And you can return from Yangzhou, and the rest is Xuzhou. Yuke wrote a note saying, "Scholars in the near language, Mohist and Zhuzong, are all near Pengcheng, so you can ask. Socks should be pulled from children. " At the end of the book, I copied a poem and said briefly, "I plan to sweep a section of goose stream silk and take the cold tip as long as 10 thousand feet." To talk about energy, bamboo is ten thousand feet long. When I used 250 pieces of silk, I knew I was tired after writing, hoping to get this silk. When he couldn't answer, he said, "I'm talking nonsense. Is there thousands of feet bamboo in the world? " So I answered his poem: "There are also Chihiro bamboos in the world, and the moon has a long shadow." "If you argue with Perilla, you will argue," he said ridiculously. "However, with 250 horses, I will buy land and enjoy my old age." The bamboo left by the painting pattern said, "This bamboo is several feet long, but it has the potential of ten thousand feet." Moon Valley is in Yangzhou, which is one of the thirty chants in Yangzhou, "Moon Valley". Yu Yue said, "Bamboo planting in Hanchuan is as cheap as Peng's, but the axe does not spare dragons. The material is poor and greedy, and Weibin has a thousand acres in his chest. " My wife and I traveled in the valley, burning bamboo shoots and eating late, sending letters and taking poems, laughing and spitting.
I was not in Chen Zhou on the 20th day of the first month in the second year of Yuanfeng. On July 7, I came into contact with calligraphy and painting in Huzhou, and I cried when I saw this scrap bamboo slip. Yesterday, Cao Mengde's "Official Document for Offering the Bridge" contained words such as "Opening to Traffic" and "Abdominal Pain". Moreover, giving also contains words that can be laughed at in the past, so that seeing and giving are very close and so on.
When bamboo first appeared, it only had buds one inch high, but it had nodes and leaves. From the cicada's broken shell to the snake's scaly state, it is growing until it grows to eight feet high like a drawn sword. At present, people who draw bamboo are painting one by one, piling one by one. Where can there be a complete living bamboo? Therefore, painting bamboo must first have a complete image of bamboo in your mind. When he picked up the pen and looked carefully, he saw the bamboo he wanted to draw. He quickly got up and followed, and began to draw in one go, so as to catch up with what he saw, such as rabbits jumping and running, falcons diving and fighting, and disappeared after a little relaxation. What you can tell me is. I can't do this, but I know the truth in my heart. Since I know the truth of doing this in my heart, I can't do it because of the difference between inside and outside. Therefore, anyone who has an idea in his mind but is not skilled usually thinks he knows himself very well, but suddenly forgets it at the last minute. Is this phenomenon just painting bamboo?
Ziyou wrote a Fu to Ke, saying: "Chef Ding killed cows, but the people who pay attention to hygiene realized the truth from his actions;" The wheelwright makes wheels, but the reader agrees with him. Since you put your meaning on this bamboo painting, I think you are a person who knows the truth, aren't you? " Ziyou never paints, so he only has his meaning. People like me not only get what they want, but also get what they want.
At first, I didn't value bamboo. People from all over the world came to ask him to paint with white silk, and their feet touched each other at his door. Keke hated them so much that he threw the white silk on the ground and scolded, "I want to make socks with these white silk!" " "Literati kept using his words as an excuse. When you come back from Dangyang House, I am the Governor of Xuzhou. You can write to me and say, "I told the literati recently:' We have reached Su Shi, near Xuzhou, and you can ask him to paint. "The materials for making socks will gather in your place. At the end of the letter, I wrote another poem to the effect that "I'm going to draw a cold bamboo with a piece of goose creek silk." I said to Yu Ke, "Bamboo is 10,000 feet long, and 250 wires must be used. I know you are too lazy to write. I hope to get these diaosi. He was speechless and said, "What I said was wrong. How can there be thousands of feet bamboo in the world? " I confirmed it and replied to his poem: "There are also eight thousands of feet-long bamboos in the world, and the moonlight shines in an empty room for so long." With a laugh, he said, "Mr. Su is really good at talking! But 250 silks, I will use them to buy some fields to go home for the elderly. " That is to say, he gave me the bamboo with an inclined valley and said, "This bamboo is only a few feet high, but it has an imposing manner of 10,000 feet. "Wandering Valley is in Yangzhou, and Keke also asked me to write 30" Yangzhou Fu ".Wandering Valley is one of them. In my poem, I said, "The Hanshui River is as low as grass. How can an axe let bamboo go? "? It is estimated that the satrap was poor and greedy, and ate thousands of acres of bamboo forests by the Weihe River. "On the same day, he and Ke played with his wife in Youyou Valley, cooked bamboo shoots and ate them in the evening. When he opened the letter, he saw that it was this poem, and he couldn't help laughing and spraying the rice all over the table.
On the 20th day of the first month of the second year of Yuanfeng, Ke Zai died. On July 7 this year, I was drying calligraphy and painting in Huzhou. When I saw this painting, I put down the scroll and burst into tears. Once upon a time, Cao Mengde offered sacrifices to this bridge. It is said that he did not offer sacrifices to the grave, and his car had abdominal pain. My article also recorded that you can joke with me so that you can be so close to me.