Zhang Saitong's Journey to the Western Regions: Wang Mian's brief introduction to the life of Wang Mian, a famous painter in Yuan Dynasty.

Wang Mian, perilla Zhangzi, a famous chef, is a farmer in Shishan. Zhuzhaisheng, Huiji Shannong, Huiji Waishi, Plum Blossom Master, Teacher Jiuli, Jiangnan Guke, Jiangnan Savage, Yinshan Savage, Duckweed Zi Xuan, Zhu Guancao Ren, Meisuo, Fanny, Stone Pot, Leisure Doctor, Lao Long and Lao Cun are all from Zhuji. Famous painter, poet and calligrapher in Yuan Dynasty.

Wang Mian, a native of Zhuji, Zhejiang, was a famous painter, poet and calligrapher in Yuan Dynasty. They are called "Shi Weng", "Hui Shi" and "Plum Blossom Landlord".

I was eager to study since I was a child, herding cattle during the day and secretly going to school to listen to Zhu Sheng. But when he came back at night, he forgot his cow, and Qin Lao on the wall became angry and began to lose his temper. Mother is willing to listen to what she does, because she goes to a sacred temple every night, sits on the Buddha's lap and studies against the ever-burning lamp reflected. After that, he studied under Korean scholars in Huiji Dynasty and eventually became a Confucian scholar. But he failed in the exam many times, and then burned the article about his career. His behavior is different from ordinary people. He wore a hat, green hemp fiber, wooden teeth and wood blade, and sang everywhere in the city. Or reading Han Shu on scalper tickets, people think it's crazy. The author Li Xiaoguang hopes to be recommended as a government official. He declared, "I have fields to plow and books to read, but I can stand in court day and night to defend slavery!" " "Then I went to Wu Dong, Huai, and visited famous mountains and rivers. The secretary of this old friend is pure and inexpensive, mainly on business trip. He wanted to recommend an official position, but he resigned and returned to his hometown in the south. During his seclusion, he planted thousands of plum blossoms in Jiulishan, built three huts, named Plum Blossom House, and made a living by selling paintings. The name of this boat is "Duckweed Pavilion", which was put in Jianhu Lake to stop it. And widely plant plum and bamboo, play the piano and write poems, drink and whistle.

Wang Mian was born in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty. His hometown is Zhuji, Zhejiang. Wang Mian's father died when he was seven years old, and he relied on his mother to do some sewing for his education.

Seeing that three years have passed, Wang Mian is ten years old. One day, his mother called him to her side and said, "Son, I don't want to waste your time." These years have become very bad. I can't use the money I earn from sewing for your study. Now I have to let you herd cattle next door. "Wang Mian said," mom, I'm bored at school, too. It is better to help others herd cattle and feel happier. This can supplement some families and bring some books to read. "

The next morning, my mother took Wang Mian to the Qin family next door. Qin took out a buffalo and handed it to Wang Mian. They pointed to the door and said, "There are seven or eight lakes not far from here. There are dozens of dense weeping willows on the grass near the lake, which is very cool. Cows are thirsty, so they drink water by the lake. I'll give you two meals a day and two yuan snacks in the morning. Just work hard. " My mother thanked the Qin family, adjusted Wang Mian's clothes and said, "You should be careful around here. Go out early and come back late every day. Don't worry me. " Wang Mian promised one by one, and mother went back with tears in her eyes.

From then on, Wang Mian herded cattle in the Qin family during the day and went home to accompany his mother at night. Qin cooked salted fish and bacon, always reluctant to eat, so he wrapped it in lotus leaves and went home to honor his mother. He doesn't want to spend money on snacks every day. After saving money for a month or two, he secretly went to a rural school and bought some old books from booksellers. During the day, when the cows are full, Wang Mian sits in the shade of a willow tree and reads a book.

Unconsciously, three or four years later, Wang Mian read a lot of books and understood a lot of truth. One day in Huangmei season, the weather was sultry. Tired of herding cattle, Wang Mian sat on the green grass. In a blink of an eye, it was cloudy. After a heavy rain, the sky was covered with dark clouds. The sun came out and the lake turned red. Covered with fog and rocks; The trees under the mountain are green. The branches are like washed water, and the green ones are particularly lovely. There are ten lotus flowers in the lake, with light rain on the buds and crystal drops on the lotus leaves. Wang Mian was fascinated and thought, "The ancients said,' People are drawing pictures'." It's true. Unfortunately, there is no painter here to draw this lotus flower. "Then I turned my head and thought," What can I not learn in this world? Why don't I draw some pens myself? "

After that, Wang Mian entrusted the money saved to the city to buy some pigments and learn to draw lotus flowers. I didn't draw well at first, but after three months, I made great progress. The spirit, attitude and color of the lotus are not true. When people in the village saw that he painted well, they took money to buy it. The lotus in Wang Mian is getting better and better. The news spread that everyone in Zhuji knew that he was a master of painting lotus flowers, and everyone rushed to buy his paintings. After Wang Mian got the money, she bought some nice things to commemorate her mother.

At the age of seventeen, Wang Mian left the Qin family. Every day, he paints some pictures and reads some ancient poems. On a sunny day in spring, Wang Mian took her mother to the ox cart and took a walk by the lake in the village. Mom is very happy.