Badashan people are called people's houses. "People's house" means "all rooms in Guangzhou and Xiamen". He is aloof, spineless and brilliant, and no one can compare with him. At the age of eight, he can write poetry, be good at calligraphy, be good at seal cutting, and be especially good at painting. I once painted a lotus flower, half-opened in the pool, sideways on the water, full of vitality; Hanging in the hall, it seems that there is a breeze blowing slowly, and the aroma often fills the whole room. He also painted dragons, winding up and down in the middle of the Zhang Zhang, trying to fly; If Ye Gong sees it, he will run away screaming and panicking. He is witty, likes to talk, always talks and talks, and is tireless, which makes the four people fall for it.
Mountain people have no other hobbies since they have been fond of drinking. People like his paintings, and most of them treat him with wine. Several liters of ink and some papers are prepared in advance on the right side of the seat. When the mountain man saw it after being drunk, he happily splashed ink on the wide drawing paper, sometimes with a broken broom and a bad hat, making the paper dirty and unsightly. After that, he began to paint, some mountains, some hills and valleys, some flowers, birds and bamboo stones, all exquisite. If you meet him who likes to write, you can roll up your sleeves, stretch your arms, pick up trouser legs, scream and shout, and dozens of pictures will be finished in a moment. When he wakes up, he can't get a word if he wants to ask for his piece of paper, even if he puts a hundred pieces of gold and Fang Chen in front of him, he will not care. He's so crazy. 2. Classical Chinese translation of Chen Ding's Biography of Badashanren
Badashanren was the imperial clan of Ning Fan in Ming Dynasty. "People's house" means "all rooms in Guangzhou and Xiamen". He is aloof, spineless and brilliant, and no one can compare with him. At the age of eight, he can write poetry, be good at calligraphy, be good at seal cutting, and be especially good at painting. I once painted a lotus flower, which was half-blooming in the pool, with scattered withered leaves, slanting across the water and full of vitality; Hanging in the hall, it seems that there is a breeze blowing slowly, and the aroma often fills the whole room. He also painted dragons, winding up and down in the middle of the Zhang Zhang, trying to fly; If Ye Gong sees it, he will run away screaming and panicking. He is witty, likes to talk, always talks and talks, and is tireless, which makes the four people fall for it. His father, XXX, is also good at calligraphy and painting, and is famous in the western region of the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, but he is dumb and can't speak.
the Ming dynasty perished in the year of Jia Shen, and his father died with him. People's houses inherited their father's wishes, but they were too dumb to speak. The people who followed him were instructed to do things with their eyes. If it is to his liking, the house will nod; if it is not to his liking, the house will shake its head. He used his hand to express greetings to the guests, listened to people talking about ancient and modern things, and laughed silently when he heard the understanding. After more than ten years, he left his family to become a monk and took the nickname "Xuege". It didn't take long for me to suffer from madness. At first, I fell on the ground and cried in a low voice. After a while, I laughed at the sky and laughed. Suddenly, I kept jumping and crying loudly. Sometimes I sing loudly on my belly, and sometimes I dance around in the market. In one day, there are various forms of madness. People in the market hated his disturbance, so they got him drunk with wine and his madness stopped. After more than a year, his illness improved and he was renamed "a mountain". After a while, he stroked his head and said, "I have become a monk. Why not name it after a donkey?" It was renamed "a mountain donkey". A few years later, his wife and children died. Someone said to him, "It's not a way to be an ancestor's descendant to break the sacrifice of an absolute ancestor. Aren't you afraid?" A mountain donkey will grow up with emotion, marry and give birth to offspring, and be named "Badashanren". He himself said: "The so-called eight big, that is, the four corners of the square, are all mine, and there is nothing bigger than me."
Mountain people have no other hobbies since they already like drinking. People like his paintings, and most of them treat him with wine. Several liters of ink and some papers are prepared in advance on the right side of the seat. When the mountain man saw it after being drunk, he happily splashed ink on the wide drawing paper, sometimes with a broken broom and a bad hat, making the paper dirty and unsightly. After that, he began to paint, some mountains, some hills and valleys, some flowers, birds and bamboo stones, all exquisite. If you meet him who loves painting, then roll up your sleeves, stretch your arms, pick up trouser legs, and scream and shout. Dozens of paintings will be painted in a moment. When he wakes up, he can't get a word from him. Even if he puts a hundred gold and Fang Chen in front of him, he will be dismissive, and he will be so crazy.
Waishishi said, "Is Shanren really insane? Why is his pen and ink so heroic? I once read the poems and paintings of mountain people, and found them full of Tang and Song verve. As for calligraphy, it was born out of Wei and Jin Dynasties. Ask his fellow villagers, and they all say that those paintings and calligraphy were obtained after he was drunk. 3. Badashanren's full text translation
Badashanren was the imperial clan of the previous Ming Dynasty, and he was qualified as a "student" and lived in Nanchang for generations.
When he was young, he suffered a misfortune, left home and fled to the mountains in Fengxin County, shaved his hair and became a monk. In a few years, holding Buddha dust was called a monk.
(Badashanren) lived in the mountains for twenty years, and there were more than one hundred people who studied with him. Linchuan county magistrate Hu Yitang heard of his reputation and invited him to the official residence.
after more than a year, he was in a daze and was not satisfied, so he went crazy, laughed and cried all day. One night, he tore his monk's suit, burned it and ran back to Huicheng (Nanchang).
He wandered around the market alone, often wearing an old cloth hat, a tattered robe and tattered shoes, showing his heels, throwing off his sleeves and walking briskly like dancing. People in the city followed and laughed at him, and no one recognized him.
His nephew recognized him and left him to live in his home. It took a long time to get well.
Shanren is good at calligraphy, learning Daling and Lu Gong (Wang Xianzhi, Yan Zhenqing) in block letters, and can form their own unique style; The wild grass written is very weird and imposing. I also like to draw ink-and-wash plantains, strange rocks, flowers and bamboos, wild geese and ting fu (wild ducks), and I am free from the constraints of the painter's rules.
When people got his paintings, they scrambled to collect them and regarded them as valuable. He can't drink two liters, but he likes drinking.
poor scholars or ordinary people, livestock butchers and wine sellers invite him to drink, and he goes; I always get drunk every time I go drinking. When I was drunk, I was dripping with ink and didn't cherish (my work).
Badashan people went to the monk's house outside the city many times, and the young monk pestered him for paintings, even pulling his sleeve and skirt, but the mountain people did not refuse. Some of his friends gave him money, and he didn't refuse.
however, the dignitaries wanted to exchange a few taels of silver for an ink painting, but they couldn't get it. When someone brought silk, he accepted it directly and said, "I use it as a material for socks." Therefore, the paintings and calligraphy that the dignitaries asked for were actually bought from poor scholars or monks, butchers of livestock and wine sellers.
One day, he suddenly wrote a big word "dumb" on his door, and he never said a word to anyone from then on, but he liked laughing and drinking more. When someone offered him a drink, he shrank his neck, clapped his hands and smiled dumb.
I also like the game of guessing boxing. If I win in gambling on wine, I will laugh dumb. If I lose much, I will punch the winner on the back and laugh dumb. When you are drunk, you often sigh and cry.
I live in Nanchang, and I have always admired the Badashan people, so I asked the people from Beizhulian Convention Mountain to meet me at the mountain temple. On this day, it was windy and raining heavily, and I expected that the mountain people would never go out. Soon, Duke Lian took a short message and said, "The mountain people have arrived at dawn." Surprised and delighted, I quickly called a bamboo sedan chair and braved the rain to see him, holding hands and laughing at each other.
When staying in the mountains at night and talking by lighting candles, Badashan people feel itchy and want to communicate with others, so they use gestures to express themselves. Then I asked for a pen to write on the table to reward me until the candle burned out and the root of the candle was exposed.
I think there are many people who know Badashan, but no one really knows him. The mountain people's feelings are angry and depressed, and there are other reasons why they can't get rid of themselves.
Like a boulder blocking the spring water, like a wet wadding stopping the fire, there is nothing to do, so he is crazy and dumb, hiding the state of playing with the world, while some people regard him as a madman and a master. Their understanding of the mountain man is really too shallow! It's pathetic. 4. The original biography of Badashan people
Badashan people biography
Shao Changheng
Badashan people, so the former Ming imperial clan, for all the students, lived in Nanchang. The weak crown was changed, and he abandoned his family to escape from the new mountain and shaved his hair as a monk. In a few years, he was called a master.
I have lived in the mountains for 2 years, and there are often more than 1 scholars. Linchuan ordered Hu Jun to hear his name and extend his official residence. Years later, I was suddenly not satisfied, so I went crazy, laughed and cried. One night, split his pagoda suit, burn it, and go back to the city. Wandering around the shops alone, I often wear a cloth hat, drag a long collar robe, follow my heels and walk around. City children laugh with the audience, and people don't know. His nephew knows it and stays at his home. Over time, the disease has healed.
Shan's manual calligraphy, learning big orders in running patterns, Lu Gong, can become a family of his own. Crazy grass is quite strange. I also like to draw ink-and-wash plantains, strange rocks, flowers, bamboos, wild geese, ting fu, but there is no painter in the town. People get it, and it is more important to fight for it. You can't drink two liters, but you like to drink. Poor people or city people invite mountain people to drink and go. Drink and get drunk. Drunk and dripping with ink, I don't cherish it very much. After several trips to monasteries outside the city, young monks fought for paintings, and even led them to catch them, but the mountain people refused. Scholar friends or feed it, and they don't hesitate. However, it is expensive to show that people want to trade a few gold for one stone, which is not available. Or come with silk and silk, and you will be told: I use it as socks. Therefore, it is against the poor, the mountain monk and Tugu 'er to ask people for calligraphy and painting.
one day, suddenly the big book was dumb, so I naturally didn't say a word to people, but I was good at laughing, but I liked drinking very much. Or recruit a drink, then shrink your hands and laugh dumb. I also like to play the game of hiding the hook and thumb array. If I win the bet on wine, I will laugh dumb. If I lose several times, I will punch the winner in the back. If I laugh dumb, Fukashi will often cry when I am drunk.
I'm from Yamushan, a guest in Nanchang, and I'm from the North Lanlian public period. I'll meet you at the temple, and I'm sure I won't go out when it's stormy. In a moment, Duke Lian said, "Mountain people have invaded fleas." Surprise, fun, meet in the rain, shake hands and laugh. Cut the candle and talk at night in the temple. Mountain people can't help itching, so they need to sign language. It's time to ask for a pen and a few books to reward each other, and I'm tireless when I see the postscript.
it's official that there are several volumes of poems in the mountains, which are hidden in the book, and the secrets are not visible. To see the mountain man's paintings and his inscriptions are quaint. It's difficult to solve the problem because of the quiet language. Seeing the number of letters with the public is very good, such as the Jin people's language.
the mountain man's face is slightly rich, but he is short of moustache. First monk, no snow. Later, it was called House of People, House of Donkeys, Year of Books, and Han of Donkeys. Finally, it was called Badashan Renyun. The people of Liangong and Hangzhou, following the high standards for Lingyan, are also good at writing and poetry, and like to make friends with scribes.
praise: many people know mountain people, but they don't know mountain people. Mountain people's chests are full of stagnation, and there are other reasons why they can't solve themselves. For example, a boulder smothers a spring, and a wet wadding stifles a fire. There is nothing to do, but they are suddenly mad and confused, vaguely playing with the world, or they are arrogant and arrogant, and they are shallow enough to know mountain people! Alas!
I gave it to a mountain man to stay in the temple. In the middle of the night, it leaked, and the rain became angry. The eaves were gurgling, the wind shook the window, and the bamboo trees roared all around, like the sound of tigers and leopards in the empty mountains. It was so sad that I couldn't sleep. If the mountain people meet Fang Feng, Xie Ao and Wu Si, they should hold each other and wail until they lose their voices. Shame on the wrong person.
For the original text, please refer to the Biography of Badashanren in Volume 5 of the Notes of Changzhou Sages published by Nanjing University Press in 21, Volume 57 of Qingmenji. 5. Translation of Badashanren's Biography
Reference translation
Badashanren, an imperial clan of the previous Ming Dynasty, was qualified as "all students" and lived in Nanchang for generations. When I was young, I suffered a misfortune, left home and fled to the mountains of Fengxin County, shaved my hair and became a monk. In a few years, holding Buddha dust was called a monk.
(Badashanren) lived in the mountains for twenty years, and there were more than one hundred people who studied with him. Linchuan county magistrate Hu Yitang heard of his reputation and invited him to the official residence. After more than a year, he was in a daze and was not satisfied, so he went crazy, laughed and cried all day. One night, he tore his monk's suit, burned it and ran back to Huicheng (Nanchang). He wandered alone in the market, often wearing an old cloth hat, a tattered robe and tattered shoes, showing his heels, throwing off his sleeves and walking briskly like dancing. People in the city followed and laughed at him, and no one recognized him. His nephew recognized him and left him to live in his own house. It took a long time to get well.
Shanren is good at calligraphy, learning Daling and Lu Gong (Wang Xianzhi, Yan Zhenqing) in block letters, and can form their own unique style; The wild grass written is very weird and imposing. I also like to draw ink-and-wash plantains, strange rocks, flowers and bamboos, wild geese and ting fu (wild ducks), and I am free from the constraints of the painter's rules. People get his paintings and compete to collect them, which makes them very valuable. He can't drink two liters, but he likes drinking. Poor scholars or ordinary people, butchers of livestock, and wine sellers invited him to drink, and he went; I always get drunk every time I go drinking. When I was drunk, I was dripping with ink and didn't cherish (my work). Badashan people went to the monk's house outside the city many times, and the young monk struggled to pester him for paintings, even pulling his clothes to make them glow, and the mountain people refused. Some of his friends gave him money, and he didn't refuse. However, the dignitaries wanted to exchange a few taels of silver for an ink painting, but they could not get it; When someone brought silk, he accepted it directly and said, "I use it as a material for socks." Therefore, the paintings and calligraphy that the dignitaries asked for were actually bought from poor scholars or monks, butchers of livestock and wine sellers.
One day, he suddenly wrote a big word "dumb" on his door, and he never said a word to anyone from then on, but he liked laughing and drinking more. When someone offered him a drink, he shrank his neck, clapped his hands and smiled dumb. I also like the game of guessing boxing. If I win in gambling, I will laugh dumb. If I lose much, I will punch the winner on the back and laugh dumb. When you are drunk, you often sigh and cry.
I live in Nanchang, and I have always admired the Badashan people, so I asked the people from Beizhulian Convention Mountain to meet me at the mountain temple. On this day, it was windy and raining heavily, and I expected that the mountain people would never go out. Soon, Duke Lian took a short message and said, "The mountain people have arrived at dawn." Surprised and delighted, I quickly called a bamboo sedan chair and braved the rain to see him, holding hands and laughing at each other. Staying in the mountains at night and talking by candlelight, Badashan people feel itchy and can't help but want to communicate with others, so they use gestures to express themselves. Then I asked for a pen to write on the table to reward me until the candle burned out and the root of the candle was exposed.
I think there are many people who know Badashan, but no one really knows him. The mountain people's feelings are angry and depressed, and there are other reasons why they can't get rid of themselves. Like a boulder blocking the spring water, like a wet wadding stopping the fire, there is nothing to do, so he is crazy and dumb, hiding the state of playing with the world, while some people regard him as a madman and a master. Their understanding of the mountain man is really too shallow! Pathetic!