Introduction: "Painting" is a five-character quatrain written by Wang Wei, a poet in the early Tang Dynasty. The whole poem expresses the poet's yearning for the beautiful things in the painting and his sorrow for reality. Below I have compiled some ancient poems drawn by Wang Wei for you. I hope it can help you!
Painting
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
From a distance, the mountains are colored, but up close, the water is silent.
Spring has gone and the flowers are still there, and the birds are not surprised when people come.
Notes
Color: color, also means scenery.
Jing: surprised, scared.
Translation
From a distance, the colors of the mountains are bright, but when you get closer, there is no sound from the water.
Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and plants in full bloom. People approach, but the birds are still not disturbed.
Appreciation
Mountains in the distance are often blurry, but the colors of the mountains in paintings are very clear. When listening to flowing water nearby, you should hear the sound of water, but the flowing water in paintings But silent. Flowers that bloom in spring will wither as spring passes. The flowers in the painting are in full bloom no matter what season they are in. If a person approaches a bird sitting on a branch, it will be frightened and fly away. But the bird in the painting will not fly away even if you get close. When reading the whole poem, it seems that the lines violate the laws of nature. In fact, it is secretly setting up riddles and describing the characteristics of the painting.
Looking at the mountains from a distance, they are colored.
The mountains in the distance are smiling. If they are colored, they are good mountains. What is colored? Delicate and handsome, red, wet and green are the colors, cold and blue are also good colors, and strange and steep colors are also different colors. The beauty is only due to the distance, making people feel that it has infinite scenery. This is the "quiet state". The beauty of the quiet state is beyond the first sentence, and it lies in the ability of those with a calm mind to appreciate it. This is like spring and snow, driving the lower-class people out of the art space from the beginning. Disqualifies impetuous people from appreciating beauty. Here, no impetuousness is allowed, and some are just as calm as water. But it is not stagnant water but living water. Do you think there is water in the painting? A spring water pours out with unstoppable kindness. A kind of flowing beauty jumps in the poet's eyes. `In the eyes.
There is no sound from the water up close.
The source of living water is originally a "moving state", and the word "silent" enters a quiet state, which is tranquil and far-reaching. There is no contradiction with the first sentence. The poet can be said to be able to choose with ease between movement and stillness. What is so magical? It's so quiet that it's hard to give up and find out. In this way, we will be close to this poem and painting, and our mind and landscape will be closer. All the beauty is just because of "silence", and silence is a kind of beauty. Wang Xizhi's poem "Walking up the mountain valley is like swimming in a mirror", which is also this kind of beauty. Sound and silence are all blended together, a perfect sound of nature! This is the case with the "sounds of nature" mentioned by Zhuangzi. When "sounds of nature", "sounds of man" and "sounds of earth" are combined, they jointly constitute a natural sound that ordinary people cannot speak.
Spring has gone and the flowers are still there, and the birds are not surprised when people come.
Flowers bloom to their heart’s content in that most beautiful season, and eventually bloom to their most beautiful state like burning their lives. After being extremely beautiful, it drifted away. But the flowers are not withered, just because they are in the painting. Not only that, the writing is close to the flowers in the painting. It is the end of spring, the flowers are gone, and there is no beauty but a sad feeling in it.
The birds are not frightened, but they don’t know that their youth is over and the years have passed. How much regret is left behind.
The paintings in the poem seem to represent a kind of dream, a dream that is visible but not available, but that kind of dream can only be remembered when the human mind is in a quiet state. But the last resort is a fact. The poet can only look for the last thing in the world that can express his feelings with a touch of meditation. People have gone, leaving empty flowers. Birds are not frightened, and people come again. There is no eternal beauty, and all beauty will be hidden in illusion.