Six Notes of a Floating Life·Remembering Leisure and Fun

(1) Original text: du

I am living leisurely, with endless flowers in the vase on my desk. Yun said: "Zi's flower arrangement can prepare for the wind, rain, and dew, which is exquisite and fascinating. There is a method of grass and insects in the painting, and Yun imitates it." Yu said, "If insects and ducks are not controlled, how can they imitate it?" He said: "There is a way to avoid making figurines that will offend your ears." Yu said: "Try it."

He said: "The color of the insect does not change when it is dead. Look for the genus of the mantis, cicada and butterfly, and kill it with a needle. Thin threadworms tie their necks between flowers and plants, adjust their feet, hug the stems, or step on leaves, as if they are alive. Isn't that good? "Yu Xi, if he practices this method, everyone who sees it will praise it. In the boudoir of Qiuzhi, I am afraid that there may not be such an understanding person now.

Translation:

I stay at home, and the vase of flowers on the table is always replaced with fresh ones. Yun said to me: "Your flower arrangement can reflect the breath and characteristics of nature, which is very exquisite and expressive. Among the painting techniques, there is a method of painting grass and insects. Why don't you imitate it when you arrange flowers?" I said: "Insects will run around and be disobedient in flower arrangements. How can we imitate them?" Yun said: "I have an idea. I am afraid that such an approach will be sinful." I said: " You might as well talk about it." She said: "The color of insects does not change after death. You can catch insects such as mantises, cicadas, and butterflies, stab them to death with needles, and tie the necks of the insects with thin threads. Among the flowers and plants, they arrange their legs.

Some are hugging the roots, and some are standing on the leaves, as if they are alive, isn't it great? "I'm very happy, according to her. There is a way to do it, and everyone who sees it praises it for its excellence. Now I'm looking for someone in my boudoir, but I'm afraid there may not be anyone who can understand my thoughts so well.

(2) Original text:

I recall that when I was a child, I could open my eyes to the sun and see clearly everything. When you see a small thing, you must carefully examine its texture. Therefore, there is an interest in things outside of things. Summer mosquitoes turn into thunder, and I plan to make a group of cranes dance in the sky. Whatever the heart desires, there may be thousands or hundreds of cranes. Looking up at it, the item is strong. He also left the mosquitoes in the plain tent and slowly sprayed them with smoke, causing them to fly in the smoke. They looked like blue clouds and white cranes, and they looked like cranes in the clouds, feeling happy and happy.

In the concave and convex places of the earthen wall, and in the flowerbeds with grass and bushes, he often squats down to make himself level with the platform, fixing his eyes and taking a closer look. The clumps of grass are used as forests, insects and ants are used as animals, the convex parts of the gravel are used as hills, and the concave parts are used as gullies. The mind wanders among them, enjoying themselves.

One day, I saw two insects fighting among the grass. It was thick when I looked at it. Suddenly, there was a huge thing, which uprooted the mountain and fell the tree. It covered it with a toad. It spit out its tongue and swallowed up the two insects. When I was young, I was in a trance, and suddenly I was frightened. When I was calm, I caught the toad, whipped it dozens of times, and drove it away to another courtyard.

Translation

I recall that when I was young, I could open my eyes wide and face the sun, and my eyesight was enough to see extremely small things. When you see something small, you must carefully observe its pattern. So there is always pleasure in observing something other than the object itself.

The sound of mosquitoes flying in summer is like thunder. I privately compare them to a group of cranes flying in the sky. The landscape (crane dancing) I imagined in my mind, then the thousands or hundreds (flying mosquitoes) really (feel like they) are cranes. When I raised my head to watch this scene, my neck became stiff because of it.