Therefore, people living in Badashan belong to the imperial clan of the pre-Ming Dynasty and live in Nanchang. The weak crown was changed, he abandoned his family and fled to a new mountain, shaving his hair and becoming a monk. A few years later, he was called a master.
Living in the mountains for 20 years, there are often more than 100 scholars. Linchuan ordered Hu Jun to smell his name and extend his official residence. Years later, I suddenly became dissatisfied, so I went crazy, laughed and cried. One night, he tore up his pagoda suit, burned it, and then returned to the city. When a person goes shopping, he often wears a cloth hat, drags a long-necked robe and walks around with his heels. City children laugh with the audience, people don't know. His nephew found out and stayed at his house. I have been ill for a long time.
Mountain artificial calligraphy, learning Daling, Lu Gong, can be a family; Wild grass is strange. I also like painting ink and wash plantains, strange rocks, flowers and bamboos, deer and geese, court fu, and no painter. People get it, and more importantly, they fight for it. Can't drink two liters, but I like to drink. Poor people or city dwellers invite mountain people to drink; Drink, and get drunk. Drunk and dripping with ink, I don't cherish it very much.
Counting the visit to the temple outside the city, young monks are fighting for paintings; If you want to catch a stubborn person, the mountain man will not refuse. Scholar friends still feed it and don't hesitate. However, it is expensive to show that people want to exchange a few gold for a stone, which is not available; Or a little bit, and you will be told: I use it as a sock. Therefore, asking people for calligraphy and painting is anti-poverty, anti-mountain monks and anti-local girls.
One day, suddenly, Big Ben lost his voice. He didn't say a word to people, but he laughed and drank happily. Or have a drink, and then shrink back and laugh. I also like to play the game of hiding the hook and thumb array. If I win the gambling on wine, I will be speechless with laughter. If I lose several times, I will punch the winner in the back. If I am speechless with laughter, Shenqiao will often cry when I am drunk.
To Nanchang, the guests from Yamushan Mountain, North Zhushan, met in the temple. When the storm comes, the mountain man will not leave. After a while, the mountain man raised his hand and said, "The mountain man has invaded fleas." Surprise is fun, meet in the rain, shake hands and make peace, and talk and laugh. Cut candles and talk at night in the temple. People can't help itching in the mountains, so they sign language. Asking for a pen and some books is a reward, and the candle is tireless.
Zan: The world knows many mountain people, but knows nothing about them. The mountain man's chest is full of stagnation, and there are other reasons that he can't solve. For example, a boulder suffocated for a spring, and a damp filler choked a fire. There's nothing to do, but they are suddenly sad, vaguely cynical, or arrogant, superior, and simply know the mountain people! Alas!
Therefore, people living in Badashan belong to the imperial clan of the pre-Ming Dynasty and live in Nanchang. The weak crown was changed, he abandoned his family and fled to a new mountain, shaving his hair and becoming a monk. A few years later, he was called a master.
Living in the mountains for 20 years, there are often more than 100 scholars. Linchuan ordered Hu Jun to smell his name and extend his official residence. Years later, I suddenly became dissatisfied, so I went crazy, laughed and cried. One night, he tore up his pagoda suit, burned it, and then returned to the city. When a person goes shopping, he often wears a cloth hat, drags a long-necked robe and walks around with his heels. City children laugh with the audience, people don't know. His nephew found out and stayed at his house. Over time, I got better.
Mountain calligraphy, learning Daling, Lu Gong, can form a family. Wild grass is strange. I also like painting ink plantains, rocks, flowers, bamboo, geese and courtyards, but there are no painters in the town. People get it, and more importantly, they fight for it. Can't drink two liters, but I like to drink. Poor people or city dwellers invite mountain people to drink.
Drink, and get drunk. Drunk and dripping with ink, I don't cherish it very much. I went to the temple outside the city several times, but the young monk even led me to catch it in order to fight for the painting, but the villagers refused. Scholar friends still feed it and don't hesitate. But what is expensive is that people want to exchange a few gold for a stone, which is not available. Or a little bit, and you will be told: I use it as a sock. Therefore, asking people for calligraphy and painting is anti-poverty, anti-mountain monks and anti-local girls.
One day, suddenly Big Ben lost his voice and didn't say a word to people, but he was good at laughing, but he was good at drinking. Or have a drink, and then shrink back and laugh. I also like to play the game of hiding the hook and thumb array. If I win the gambling on wine, I will be speechless with laughter. If I lose several times, I will punch the winner in the back. If I am speechless with laughter, Shenqiao will often cry when I am drunk.
Zhike Nanchang, a native of Yamushan, was in the period of the Northern Lan League. They met at the temple fair, and the weather was coming, and the Yishan people did not go out. After a while, Lian Gong said, "Mountain people invade fleas." Surprise, fun, meeting in the rain, shaking hands and laughing. Cut candles and talk at night in the temple. The mountain people can't help itching and want sign language. It's time for a pen and some books to reward each other, and I'm tireless in reading the postscript.
In public, the mountain people have several volumes of poetry, hidden in the book, the secret is invisible. Look at the mountain man's paintings and his inscriptions are quaint. Because of quiet language, it is difficult to solve the problem. It's very good to see and believe in many people, such as Jin people's language.
The mountain man has a slightly plump face, but less beard. The first monk, no snow. Later, it was also called People's House, Donkey House, Book Year and Donkey Han. Finally, it was called Badashan Renyun. Lian Gong and Hangzhou people, following the high standards of Ling Yan, are also good at writing poems and like to make friends with the scribes.
Zan: The world knows many mountain people, but knows nothing about them. The mountain man's chest is full of stagnation, and there are other reasons that he can't solve. For example, a boulder suffocated for a spring, and a damp filler choked a fire. There is nothing to do, but they are suddenly crazy, confused, vaguely cynical, or arrogant and shallow enough to know mountain people! Alas!
Staying in the temple with the mountain people, the rain leaked in the middle of the night, and the sound of rain gradually started. The eaves were gurgling, the wind shook the window leaves, and the bamboo trees were howling all around, which made me sleepless. If the villagers meet Fang Feng, Xie Ao and Wu Si, they should help each other and wail until they lose their voices. Shame is the wrong person.
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Badashan people, a former Ming imperial clan, obtained the qualification of "all students" and lived in Nanchang for generations. When I was young, I suffered misfortune, ran away from home, fled to the mountains of Fengxin County, shaved my hair, and became a monk. In a few years, call a monk with Buddha dust.
Badashan people have lived in the mountains for 20 years, and there are more than 100 people studying with him. Linchuan county magistrate Hu 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. He went crazy and laughed and cried all day. One night, he tore up his monk's clothes, burned them and ran back to Huicheng (Nanchang).
He wandered around the market alone, often wearing an old cloth hat, a worn robe and worn shoes, showing his heels and swinging his sleeves, and walking briskly like dancing. Everyone in the city laughed at him, and no one recognized him. His nephew recognized him and let him live in his own house. It took a long time to recover.
Ren Shan is good at calligraphy, learning Daling and Lu Gong (Wang Xianzhi, Yan Zhenqing) seal script, and can form his own unique style; The weeds written are very strange and imposing. I also like painting ink plantains, strange rocks, flowers, trees and bamboos, geese and ducks, which are not bound by 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 to drink.
Poor scholars or ordinary people, butchers of livestock, wine sellers invited him to drink, and he went; Every time I go drinking, I always get drunk. When you are drunk, you will drip ink and not cherish (my work). Badashan people went to the monk's house outside the city many times, and the young monk struggled to pester him to paint, even pulling his sleeves and skirts, but Dashan people did not refuse.
Some of his friends offered him money, but 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; Someone brought silk, and he accepted it directly, saying, "I use it as the material for socks." Therefore, the paintings and calligraphy that dignitaries want are actually bought from poor scholars or monks, livestock butchers and wine sellers.
One day, he suddenly wrote a big word "dumb" on his door. He never said a word to anyone, but he liked laughing and drinking more. When someone offered him a drink, he shrank his neck, clapped his hands and smiled. I also like the game of guessing boxing. If I win the gambling, I'll laugh my head off. If I lose a lot, I will punch the winner on the back and laugh my head off. When you are drunk, you often sigh and cry.
As a guest of Nanchang, I have always admired Badashan people, so I asked them to meet at the Mountain Temple. On this day, it was windy and rainy, and I expected that the mountain people would never go out. Soon, the public sent a text message saying, "The dawn of the mountain people has arrived."
Surprised and delighted, I quickly called a bamboo sedan chair and braved the rain to see him, holding hands and smiling 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 in the world who know Badashan Man, but no one really knows him. The feelings of the mountain people 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 speechless, hiding the state of playing with the world, while some people regard him as a madman and a master. Their understanding of mountain people is really superficial! Pathetic!