A distant crane has no companion, and a lonely cloud has no delivery. Crazy enough to despise the world, really drunk.
Fei Xi has been away from home for a long time. He would rather be close at hand than be happy. Therefore, the pool is full of residual snow, and the cold willows are sparse.
Shoujiu still has medicinal flavor, but fish is not recommended for breakfast. Far knowledge of Zen chanting, pen idle. Parting translation and annotation translation in winter
Master, you are the pride of our family. You are smart enough to translate Indian Buddhist classics, and your calligraphy has won the essence of Zhang Xu. Flying cranes have no companions to chase, lonely white clouds float in the vast space, and you have been single for a long time. When you write wild grass, there is no space-time universe in your eyes, and dancing after drunkenness can better show the true meaning of the world. You left your hometown and traveled around the world for too long; How happy it is for your relatives to visit your hometown at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month. The pond in your hometown is full of residual snow, sparse wicker and misty rain. You celebrate your birthday, cook soup and take medicine, be a vegetarian in the morning, and take care of your parents. I am thousands of miles away, and I know that besides chanting, you are still at home, writing poems and living in seclusion.
Appreciate "More than enough to release my treasure". As the saying goes, "One son becomes a monk, and seven ancestors ascend to heaven". A person in the family has become a monk. By the middle and lower generation, the surrounding ethnic groups should have been exposed. My baby, of course. As a master of Huai Su, he was "brilliant" since he was a child.
"It's great to be able to dig out the Brahma King." Huai Su may also know Indian Sanskrit. China's cursive script began with Zhang Zhi, while Huai Su's cursive script was a great success.
"The distant crane has no companion, and it is lonely in space." Monks, such as wild cranes and idle clouds, such as Master Huai Su, are "unmarried couples" at least in cursive script. And his writing style is also like "a lonely cloud is too empty." Without such a realm, there will be no corresponding artistic achievements.
"Crazy enough to despise the world, really drunk." In the Tang Dynasty, cursive script was called Zhang Xu and Huai Su by the world. Zhang Xu is called a "madman" and he is crazy all day, while Huai Su is called a "madman" and he is crazy all day. In Madness, the "world" has no multiple weights. These two grass saints are both Brewmaster, and Huai Su is a monk, an enlightened and knowledgeable person. For example, Lin and Ji Dian can only be his successors. It's not from the upper world to the lower world. Where is this magic pen? It can be said that it is "really drunk."
"Fei Xi has been away from home for a long time, so it's better to be near than happy." "Flying tin" travels around the world, and its state is like flying. After becoming a monk, Huai Su traveled abroad for many years, making it difficult to return home. Today is the second day of the twelfth lunar month. Because of my parents, I want to fly back.
"So the pool is full of snow, and the cold willows are sparse." When Huai Su was a child, his uncle's pool was full of heavy snow several times in winter. The willows by the pool are sparse in the cold smoke, and the willow leaves have fallen in winter. Of course, they are "sparse".
"Shoujiu is still medicinal, and eating fish for breakfast is not recommended." The purpose of Master Huai Su's "mothering" this time is to celebrate his uncle's birthday, and of course he should also symbolically "serve". China people talk about filial piety, and "mother's uncle is big". Monks are still bound by this custom. When eating, children and grandchildren taste it first, which is called "poison test" to check the health of their parents. Huai Su is Brewmaster, don't forget the wine. But fish is meat, and this commandment cannot be violated. Of course, "Fish is not recommended for breakfast".
"If you know Zen far away, you can live in seclusion." For this monk's nephew, this uncle knows his every move like the back of his hand. Both uncles and nephews are celebrities and know themselves. Huai Su is a monk. Of course, it is impossible for him to recite the rules and regulations in daily class. There is no need to introduce Master Huai Su's Jian Bi and the art of calligraphy. No master in the Tang Dynasty could write a poor poem. Master Huai Su's poems are also excellent, and everyone is familiar with his "Self-report Post", which is well written. More importantly, he wrote about temple life and its practice in his Idleness.
Qian Qi (722? -780), the word Wen Zhong, Han nationality, (now Huzhou, Zhejiang Province), was a poet in the Tang Dynasty. In his early years, he went to Lodi several times. Tang Tianbao was a scholar for ten years (75 1) and was the uncle of Huai Su, a great calligrapher, and a monk. At first, he was the secretary of the provincial school book lang, the commander of Lantian county, and later served as the foreign minister of Si Xun, the doctor of Kao Gong and the bachelor of Hanlin. He used to be a doctor, so he was called "Qian Kao Gong". He was a bachelor of Hanlin in Daizong. He is one of the ten gifted scholars in Dali and an outstanding one. Known as "the crown of ten talented people in Dali". Also like Lang Shiyuan, he is called "Qian Lang". At that time, it was called "Song Shen before, and Fulang after." Qian Qi
The wine in the glass waved, and then held the glass. Yellow chicken and white wine, you go to the village community for an autumn. When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. On the ninth festival of the ninth day of September, I reluctantly climbed to the heights to look out, but no one could deliver wine in the marching war. Zhu Xian is already a beauty, and her young eyes are chatting with wine. Looking for Peng Zezai again, Tao Ran * * * drunk chrysanthemum cup. I have a place to repay the happiness of spring. Joan can take her time at the hotel. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Little men provide bait, women rub silk, and fragrant mashed potatoes overflow. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. Pour the wine slowly, I rely on it to accompany me for a lifetime. The wine remains quiet, and the elegy of Zhao Yan remains. Mix the water several times and listen to the wine. Woke up at noon drunk and worried. Here's to Dongfeng. Don't go in a hurry.