Vernacular translation: The wind blows through the paper window to the painting, and the stream in the painting begins to dance because of the wind. I feel like I am in an ink painting.
2. The tree in my home near Xiyan Lake is covered with faint ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. -"Mo Mei" by Wang Yuan Mian
Vernacular translation: There is a plum tree in Xiyan Lake near my home, and the blooming plum blossoms all show faint ink. Don't need others to praise its beautiful color, just need the fragrance of plum blossoms to diffuse between heaven and earth.
3. A secluded valley waterside village on the hillside was once full of flowers. I still hate Dongfeng, but I hate it even more. -Song Zhang Ju's "Mo Mei"
Vernacular translation: the valley on the hillside, the village by the water, and the sparse plum blossoms make passers-by sad. It has always been a pity that the east wind is interest-free, and the drizzle that blows more and more makes the dusk even dimmer.
4, Tianjiao ink painting Luohan, Kui 'an Gu Rongsheng pen. -Tang Ouyang Jiong's "Guan Shura's Chinese Painting Song Dream"
Vernacular translation: God taught me to draw Lohan with ink. My burly figure and long-term appearance all come from my pen.
5, listening to Xiao, suspected to be the voice of the people's suffering. Some small collectors in Caozhou County always care about their feelings. -Xie "Tu Inscription Poem"
When I was resting in the yamen, I heard the rustling of bamboo leaves, as if I heard the complaints of the hungry and cold people. Although we are only small officials in the county, every little thing of the people is affecting our feelings.