The meaning of Lanting's preface in Cantonese:
Lanting's writing is like running clouds and flowing water, and the moon is pushing down the door. It is as careful as your footsteps are broken and busy. It is easy to touch up a thousand-year-old monument, but it is difficult to touch up your beautiful original work. Absolutely, who can I give my sincerity to playing the flute, a few dishes of rice wine and side dishes, the afterglow of the sunset, as shy as you are, as drunk as a copy, easy to write, and the fragrance of ink will not fade away, leaving an aftertaste with you. A line of cinnabar, it doesn’t matter who is included in the circle, I am writing the preface Waiting for you to reply with a perfect pen, how can you explain the thousands of love words on the shore? No matter how you write, I can't write it right and I am the only one missing. Your understanding in life has nothing to do with the wind and moon. I will wait for you to reply with a perfect pen. What's the meaning of the waves on the shore? How can I interpret a thousand stacks of love words? No matter how I write, they are all wrong, but I am alone. Your understanding in life has nothing to do with the wind and moon. I am waiting for you to finish the inscription. How can I interpret a thousand stacks of love words on the shore? No matter how I write, they are all wrong. No, you have known all your life that the years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the beautiful city has been annihilated on the bluestone street in an instant. You looked back and smiled and you graciously hated it. You shook your head and sighed, who made you frown and stay in the boudoir, leaving only the smell of rouge. The geese flew south, turned around and glanced at you. Holding a handful of tears on the moon, holding the memories in my hands, how can I sleep? The embroidered shoes and needles are closely stitched in my mind, and the resentment is like a flower resenting a butterfly. Who will you complain about has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. I am waiting for you to reply with a single stroke of pen in the preface of the title. The waves on the shore How can I interpret a thousand stacks of love words? No matter how I write them, they are all wrong and I am the only one lacking. The understanding of your life has nothing to do with the wind and moon. I am waiting for you to write the preface in handwriting without any shame. I am not afraid of the right and wrong in the world. The rain hits the banana leaves. I have been waiting for the spring thunder for a few more nights. To remind you who you love.