Fortunately, he is a calm person, not as profound as a scholar. Since he can't be an official, let's enjoy poetry and calligraphy among nymphs. 1559 (thirty-eight years of Ming Jiajing), died at the age of 90. Such a long life span should have a lot to do with his philosophical and comfortable mentality.
This "Villa Visitor" is a representation of his rural life.
In the painting, the distant mountain peaks enter the clouds, and the nearby Qingxi gurgles. Pines and cypresses stand upright among the peaks, and the forest path twists and turns. How about this quiet place? Is it the paradise found by Wuling fishermen? On the small bridge, two scholars rode horses in tandem. The man behind, dusty, tired and disheveled, should be a guest from afar. The taxi driver in front is fair-skinned and handsome. It should be the owner of the villa who comes out to welcome guests. He is turning his head and looking at the latter with concern, as if to ask, "Are you tired all the way?" ? We will go home soon. "
Here we are, almost there. After crossing the small bridge, turn a corner and climb a slope, it is the owner's house. From a distance, the house has no blue tiles, no carved beams and painted buildings, only blue bricks and gray tiles, which is particularly elegant; Is there a red plum tree in front of the yard? The crooked and uneven branches are simply a painting, which seems to welcome guests with open arms; The overlapping courtyards are hidden among mountains and rivers, pines and cypresses. There is no earthly noise and no work with a criminal record. Isn't it nice to live here?
In front of the yard, a man dressed as a servant is knocking at the door with a smile. This must be sent back by the host to announce that the guests will arrive soon, so get ready quickly!
The deepest part of the house is a small building, and the porch window on the small building is wide open, which is the scene of another painting. There is a woman sitting at the window in the room, with a dignified and elegant posture. This is the hostess of the house. She looked at the woman in the corner, as if listening to her report: the guest is coming!
No matter who the guests are and what their status is, we can see from the picture how much the host attaches to the guests. Indeed, it is a great pleasure to live in this deep mountain and have friends coming from afar. Only like-minded people will travel like this.
Let's look at the people on the mountain road again. On the mountain road in the lower left corner of the picture, there is a man carrying a burden, with a bamboo basket in front and a red wooden box behind. The wooden box should be filled with pens, ink, paper, inkstone and carry-on clothes. There are some daily necessities in the bamboo basket, and there seems to be a pot. Walking must be tiring, and making tea is useless. Judging from the luggage, the guest must have walked a long way. How can he not be moved by his sincerity?
In front of the concierge, two children are running. The one on the right is holding a guqin, which should be that the guest is extremely bookish; An empty hand on the left, probably because the host was extremely bookish, followed the host out to welcome guests. He is turning his head to look back. Is he showing the porter the way?
Joy flows through the whole painting. Du Fu greeted his guests in poverty: "My road is full of petals-I swept it for others, and my thatched door has been closed-but now it is open for you." Joy is vividly displayed. The owner of the villa in the painting is naturally happy. He took the child to see him himself and sent a servant back to tell him. The maid reported that the hostess was welcoming guests. Even the pine trees on the mountain, the trees in front of the door and the water under the bridge are so festive, as if they were happy for the arrival of guests. The owner of this villa should be Wen Zhiming himself.
This poem is as follows:
It is difficult to visit friends in the mountains, and the sky is long.
The mountains are high and the flowers are fragrant.
Pine trees and dancing branches happily welcome guests, and children's servants smile at the door.
Suddenly I am in Taoyuan, where is the hole in Qingxi?