Momei Li Meng Qingjiang Zui Mo Xiang

Zhu Momei: In the dream, the Qingjiang River is drunk with ink, and the cold branches are fine with frost. Now it's black and white, so don't ask, make up for the world.

In my sleep, the plum blossom beside the Qingjiang River exudes a strong fragrance, which makes people intoxicated, while the cold stamens and thin branches are enduring the biting frost. Now it's hard to tell frost from ebony, so don't ask. For the time being, I think this is the most beautiful makeup in the world.

The poem Mo Mei was written by Zhu when he was persecuted. Mei stands for integrity and integrity. What the author really wants to express is the ideal he pursues, advocating a noble and upright attitude that advocates literati's self-restraint in a country that has always paid attention to civilization and etiquette. However, it is chilling and exhausting to meet a political, political, compulsory and harmful countercurrent. Don't ask today's black-and-white world, Taoism, let's take this dawdling age as a trend.