Wang Mian, a poet, writer, calligrapher and painter in Yuan Dynasty, was born in Zhuji, Zhejiang. Born in a farmhouse. He lost his father when he was young, herded cattle in the Qin family, painted lotus flowers every day, and studied under the ever-burning lamp of the temple at night. He is knowledgeable, poetic and green. Living in seclusion in Jiulishan, selling paintings for a living. Plum blossom painting takes rouge as the plum blossom bone, or the flowers are dense and numerous, which has a unique style and is also good at writing bamboo stones. He can also carve and use Elaeagnus as printing material. According to legend, he initiated it. He is the author of Zhu Zhai Ji and Poem Inscription. Wang Mian lived a studious life since childhood, herding cattle during the day, sneaking into school to listen to students, returning at dusk, forgetting his cattle, and getting angry with Qin Lao in the middle of the wall. Mother is willing to listen to what she does, because she goes to a monk's temple every night and sits on the Buddha's leg, reading with the ever-burning lamp. Later, Han Xing, a scholar from Huiji, eventually became a Confucian scholar. But when I failed the exam again and again, I set the article on fire. Act differently from ordinary people, wearing a top hat, green hemp fiber, wooden teeth and a wood blade, singing loudly and going back and forth in the city. Or riding a scalper and reading with Chinese books, people regard it as madness. The writer Li Xiaoguang wants to be recommended as a government official. He declared: "I have fields to farm and books to read, so I can't stand in court every morning and evening for slavery!" " Then I went to Wu Dong, Huai and Chu, and visited famous mountains and rivers. I traveled to Dadu, and my old friend's secretary Qing Taihua wanted to recommend me to an official position, but I couldn't give up and went back to my hometown. He lived in seclusion in Jiuli Mountain, planted thousands of plums, and built three huts called "Plum Blossom House". He became the owner of the plum blossom house and made a living by selling paintings. He made a boat and named it "Duckweed Pavilion" and put it in Jianhu Lake. Also widely planted plum and bamboo, playing the piano and composing poems, drinking and whistling. Zhu Yuanzhang pacified five states, captured Yuezhou, stationed in Jiulishan, heard his name, searched for it, set up a shogunate, and granted him advice to join the army, but failed. Hui Yuan lived in the 19th year (1359), and Zhu Yuanzhang asked the soldiers to be crowned as officials. Guan refused to become a monk and expanded his room into a Baiyun Temple. Melodic death metal Yu Lanting Zhang Tian Temple. Wang Mian (1287- 1359), a famous painter, poet and calligrapher in Yuan Dynasty, was born in Zhuji, Zhejiang.
Wang Mian's poem is the first tree in Xiyan Lake, and all the flowers are faint ink. Don't praise the good color, as long as it is clear and full of dried Kun. (Version 1) The tree in my home near Xiyan Lake is covered with faint ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. (Second Edition) —— Mo Mei by Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty
Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian
The first tree in my Xiyan Lake is light ink.
Don't praise the good color, as long as it is clear and full of dried Kun. (first edition)
There are 300 ancient poems, including paintings, chanting things and plum blossoms, which reflect people's voices. All written in the snow forest, peaches and plums are different. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li. -Wang Mian's "White Eyebrows" in the Yuan Dynasty
Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian
Talking about things, plum blossoms are blooming, day lilies are blooming, and Luosheng Beitang. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds. -Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo" in the Yuan Dynasty, Figure 1 of Xuan Mo
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds. Mother, I miss wanderers and read more poems by Wang Mian >>