Ten of Wen Zhengming's most famous poems are as follows:
Original text:
Not asking for a meeting, but a visit, famous papers come from the court and fill the house.
I also throw in a few pieces of paper with others. The world is too simple but not too empty.
Translation:
I don’t ask for a meeting, I just want to greet you through greetings, so my house is filled with all kinds of precious greetings in the morning.
I also follow the trend and send greetings to others. People will only dislike the simplicity, but not the empty courtesy.
Introduction to the author:
Wen Zhengming (1470-1559), whose original name was Bi and whose courtesy name was Zhengming. At the age of forty-two, he began to use the character Xing and changed the character Zhengzhong. Because he was born in Hengshan, he was named Hengshan Jushi, and was known as "Wenhengshan" in the world. He was a painter, calligrapher and writer in the Ming Dynasty. Han nationality, from Changzhou (now Suzhou, Jiangsu). He was born in the sixth year of Chenghua reign of Emperor Xianzong of Ming Dynasty and died in the 38th year of Jiajing reign of Emperor Shizong of Ming Dynasty. He was ninety years old.
The poets Bai Juyi and Su Shi studied writing under Wu Kuan, calligraphy under Li Yingzhen, and painting under Shen Zhou. In poetry, together with Zhu Yunming, Tang Yin and Xu Zhenqing, he is known as one of the "Four Talents in Wuzhong". In the history of painting, together with Shen Zhou, Tang Yin and Qiu Ying, they are known as the "Four Wu Schools".
The author's other works:
"The Sapphire Case: Pomegranate flowers vomiting randomly in the courtyard"
Pomegranate flowers vomited randomly in the courtyard, and the ground was covered with greenery in the pavilion at noon.
When I take a nap, I talk to myself, melodious dreams, sad mood, butterflies flying over the wall.
Liu Xiao’s charming eyes are still open, and no one is there yet, still standing still.
The round fan does not move in the wind and is lifted up by the wind. It is full of green bamboo and slender white ramie, which does not resist the heat.
"Niannujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon"
Osmanthus flowers and floating jade fill the streets in the first month of the year, and the night is as cool as a wash.
The wind is blowing, my eyebrows are cold and my bones are cold, and I am in the Crystal Palace.
The dragons are croaking, the temples are full of mountains, and the misty music and songs are boiling.
The ground is covered with frost, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds.
I remember last year on this eve, I was drinking wine at the creek pavilion, and the pale moon and clouds came and went.
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are no longer what I dreamed of yesterday, but they are like this in the blink of an eye.
The green bird comes to the west, Chang'e repays me, and the good times are approaching.
My message to couples, don’t let Guanghan get drunk.
"Feelings"
In the past thirty years, the elk has been missing, as if it had gone into a cage because of old age.
The spring dream of the five lakes is like boat rain, and the autumn wind is blowing on the temples.
Polygala grows out of the mountains and becomes grass, and the sacred fish loses water and traps sandworms.
Baitou won the bus call, but he was dissatisfied with Dongfang's smile.