Huang Yongyu Lotus?
Inscription: In the afternoon dream, the bottom of the boat was full of smoke and water from the West Lake. The sound of heavy rain and the sound of tents made the dream begin. However, it is a pool that jumps in the rain, and the real beads are still together. Gather like a nest of mercury, and clear the waves. Wan Li, some people like it, some people hate it, and the rest are happy. Wan Li style without it, just don't eat predecessors. For thousands of years, there have been countless poets, so if we repeat poets, so will painting. People say I'm not a Chinese painter, but I'm Wei Wei. Later, I said that I am not like the ancients, I am Wei Wei, I am not stupid, I am poor and half-hearted, and I can't do it. What is the smell of what others have done and what I have done? Therefore, although I don't boast about my family background, I'm not thin about the ancients. I only wear ancient robes and let my children call my mother-in-law an empress to make up for it by complaining. Huang Yongyu, Chen Wu in early summer (1988).
Seal: Mr. Yong Yu Pictograph (Owl).
Chen Yu? Calligraphy? Summary: Summer in Wu Jia, Jinghua and Chendian.