This book is beautiful, flowing and exquisite.
Read this endowment carefully, the words are clear and beautiful, the words are pearls,
The song is timeless, meaningful, and breathless.
Zhao Mengfu's "Fan Fu" appreciation
When Zhao Mengfu was fifty-two years old, it was the time to specialize in the method of the two kings and do his best to win the Wei and Jin dynasties. Perhaps because the book is a proud text of his own, caused by his excitement, the next pen has a god, the wind and bones are contained, the spirit is flowing, and the posture overflows between the shawls.
Keep enjoying
Compared with the expanded version, it should be the first fine work of the Zhao Book engraved in the "Three Xitang Fa Ti". Unfortunately, I don't know the whereabouts of the real thing, so I have to look forward to the engraving of the book and "sigh".
Fan Fu: Zhao Mengfu of the Yuan Dynasty made his own rhetoric
Zhao Mengfu (fǔ) (20 October 1254 – 30 July 1322), courtesy name Ziang, was a Han Chinese poet who was also known as the Songxue Daoist and the Water Spirit Palace Daoist and The Oubo, and was a middle-aged Man who signed Meng. A native of Wuxing, Zhejiang (present-day Huzhou, Zhejiang). A famous calligrapher, painter, and poet in the early Yuan Dynasty, the 11th grandson of Zhao Kuangyin, the grandfather of the Song Dynasty, and a descendant of Zhao Defang, the King of Qin; his father Zhao youfu was a servant of the Southern Song Dynasty and a pacification envoy of Zhejiang West of Zhilin'an Province.
Translation:
When the heat comes, the yang bird flies furiously. The golden stone is flowing, and the white sweat is stained. Hou blows the fiber strip, Yan Shuang south door. Jade pillow in vain, Tao Sheng An Shi? Wandering, not knowing what to do. So the cracks are light and like snow, and the dough fans are like the moon. Light shake sleeves, cool hair. Reverie in the grasshopper, lead to the qingfa in the sky. Xiao Ran's belt, miserable. Awaken the muscles and bones, and the loops are like shedding. Whiskers or detachment, the midgut is hot. The Creator wants to relieve the people's sorrows, and the fake man thinks so. Otherwise, the time will be taken away. There are inscription poems to appreciate, because the book is amazing. Obstacle light dust to send hatred, Yang Renfeng said goodbye. Or draw the daughter of the bird, or mistakenly become the pen of a fly. The white feathers are ashamed of themselves, and the pukui is inferior. And Shang Qi Ying, Yu Min Yi, Yu Lu descended to the grass, and the golden wind gave birth to the Guizhi branch. Luo Yi is heavy, Qiulan Fufei. Lonely fireflies shine coldly, and cold fals cry darkly. Abandon the donation of the basket, silk mesh. Ban Ji shaped the grievances of the middle way, and the river flooded with scattered poems. Woohoo! Sometimes, the source is appropriate. But man is suspicious of things! The Royal Winter of the Fox, how can it be signed and sorrowful! I will do the way of hiding, and may the time be at peace. Oh, the sages are invisible, and the two of them don't know!
concentrate:
"Jade pillow is set up in vain, Tao Sheng An Shi", "Awaken the muscles and bones, and the spleen is like a shed", these 16 words are not seen in the calligraphy post, and the translation exists so it is black.
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