That is, the mind knows the reason but cannot do it. The inside and outside are not consistent, the mind and the hand do not correspond, and the fault of not learning is also translated.

You already understand the principle of doing this but cannot do it this way. This is because the inside and outside are inconsistent, the heart and the hands are not in harmony, and there is no fault of learning.

Attachment: The original text and translation of "Wen Yu Ke Paints the Story of Yan Dang Valley Yan Bamboo"

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The first growth of bamboo is an inch-long sprout, and the leaves are full of joints. From the belly of a snake to the point of pulling out a sword for ten fathoms, this is what we are born with. Today's painters are working on it step by step, and the leaves are tired. How can there be bamboo anymore! Therefore, when painting bamboo, you must first have the bamboo in your chest, hold the pen and look at it carefully. When you see what you want to paint, get up eagerly and follow it, pick up the pen straightly, and chase what you see. Like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling, it will pass away after a short period of time. You can teach me this. I can't do it, but my mind knows why it is. Since the husband knows the reason in his mind, but it cannot be the case, the inside and outside are not consistent, the mind and the hand are not corresponding, and it is a fault of not learning. Therefore, all those who see it but are not familiar with it, take it seriously at ordinary times, but suddenly lose it when things happen, are they alone?

Ziyou left a legacy in "Mozhu Fu" and said: "Paoding is the one who undresses the ox, and those who maintain health take it; Wheel Bian, the person who cuts the wheel, and the scholar takes it. Today Isn’t it wrong for the master to rely on this bamboo and regard it as a wise person? "You have never painted, so you only get its meaning. If you give it, how can you only get its meaning and its method?

With Kehua Bamboo, you don’t value yourself at first, and people from all over the world who hold the bamboo strings to invite them will tiptoe at each other’s door. Those who were disgusted with him threw him to the ground and scolded him: "I will use it as stocking material." The scholar-officials passed it on and thought it was true. Ji Yuke returned from Yangzhou, while the rest was in Xuzhou. Yu Ke left a message and said: "Jinyu scholar-bureaucrats, my Mozhu sect is near Pengcheng. You can go and ask for it. The stocking materials should be collected from you." At the end of the book, he copied a poem, which briefly said: "I plan to make a piece of goose The silk from the stream is swept away from the cold shoots, which are ten thousand feet long. "I said that the bamboo is ten thousand feet long, so I should use two hundred and fifty pieces of silk. I know that I am tired of writing and inkstones, so I would like to get this silk." Yu Ke didn't have an answer, so he said: "My words are false. How can there be thousands of feet of bamboo in the world!" Yu therefore answered the truth and said in his poem: "There are also thousands of feet of bamboo in the world, and the shadow of the moon in the sky is long. "You can argue with me," he said. , and has the potential of ten thousand feet. "Yundang Valley is in Yangzhou, and Kechian ordered me to write thirty poems about Yangzhou, one of "Yundang Valley". Yu's poem says: "Bamboo cultivation in Hanchuan is as cheap as fluff. How can a heavy ax be used to pardon a dragon? It is expected that the poor and greedy prefect will have thousands of acres of Weibin in their chests." Yu Ke and his wife went to the valley one day, burned bamboo shoots for dinner, and sent a letter to get The poem filled the table with laughter and rice.

On the twentieth day of the first month of the second year of Yuanfeng, Yuke disappeared in Chenzhou. On July 7th of that year, I was in Huzhou to expose calligraphy and painting. When I saw this scrap of bamboo scroll, I burst into tears. In the past, Cao Mengde's "Official Document of Memorials to the Bridge" contained words such as "car passing" and "abdominal pain". And I also recorded the joking remarks made by Ke Ke in the past, so that I can see that I and Ke Ke have been close to me in this way.

Translation

When the bamboo begins to grow, it is only an inch-high sprout, but it has nodes and leaves. From the state of a cicada breaking out of its shell, to the state of a snake growing scales, to the state of being eight feet tall like a sword unsheathed, they are all there as soon as they grow. Nowadays, people who draw bamboo draw it section by section and pile it up leaf by leaf. How can there be a complete, living bamboo like this? Therefore, when painting bamboo, one must first have a complete image of bamboo in his mind. When he picks up his pen and looks carefully, he sees the bamboo he wants to draw. He quickly gets up and follows it, and paints it in one go to catch up with what he sees, like a rabbit. Running, falcons swooping, and disappearing as soon as they relax. That's what Yoke told me. I can't do this, but I understand why. You already know in your heart the principle of doing this but you cannot do it this way. This is because there is inconsistency between the inside and outside, the heart and hands are not in harmony, and there is no fault of learning. Therefore, if you have an idea in your mind but are not skilled in doing it, you usually think it is very clear, but when things happen, you suddenly forget it. (This situation) Is it just painting bamboo?

Ziyou wrote "Ode on Mo Bamboo" and gave it to Yu Ke, saying: "Cook Ding is a cattle-killer, but people who care about health understand the truth from his actions. "Wheelsmith Bian is a wheel maker, but people who read agree with his teachings. Now that you place your meaning on this bamboo painting, I think you are a person who knows the truth, don't you?" Over painting, so I only got his meaning. People like me have not only got his meaning, but also his method.

I didn’t attach much importance to Kehua Bamboo at first. People from all over came to invite him to paint with white silk, and they stepped on each other's feet at his door. Yu Ke hated them, threw the white silk on the ground and cursed: "I will use these white silk to make socks!" The literati spread his words as a talking point. When Yuke comes back from being the governor of Yangzhou, I will be appointed the governor of Xuzhou. Yu Ke sent me a letter and said: "I recently told the literati: 'Our school of painting ink bamboo has spread to Su Shi who is near Xuzhou. You can go and ask him to paint.' Materials for making socks will be gathered. I went to your place." At the end of the letter, I wrote another poem, which roughly means: "I plan to use a piece of Exi silk to draw a bamboo ten thousand feet long." I said to Yu Ke: "The bamboo must be ten thousand feet long. Use two hundred and fifty pieces of silk. I know you are too lazy to write and just hope to get these silks.

Yu Ke had nothing to say, so he said, "What I said is wrong. How can there be bamboos that are ten thousand feet long in the world?" "I confirmed it and answered his poem: "There are also bamboos eight thousand feet long in the world, and the moonlight shining in the empty courtyard makes the bamboo shadow so long. He became ridiculous and said: "Mr. Su is indeed eloquent, but (if there is) two hundred and fifty bolts of silk, I will (use it) to buy some land and go home to retire." He gave me the sloping bamboo he painted in Yuandang Valley and said, "This bamboo is only a few feet high, but it has the momentum of ten thousand feet." "Yundang Valley is in Yangzhou, and Ke also asked me to write "Thirty Odes of Yangzhou", "Yundang Valley" is one of them. My poem said: "The tall bamboos of Han River are as low as fluffy grass, where is the axe? Ever let go of bamboo? It is estimated that the prefect was poor and greedy, and ate all the thousands of acres of bamboo forest along the Wei River. "Yuke and his wife were playing in Yuandang Valley that day, cooking bamboo shoots to eat in the evening. When he opened the letter and got this poem, he couldn't help laughing and sprayed rice all over the table.

On the second day of the first month of the second year of Yuanfeng On the 10th, Yu Ke passed away in Chenzhou. On July 7th of this year, I was in Huzhou to post paintings and calligraphy, and when I saw this painting, I put down the scroll and burst into tears. There are words about offering sacrifices to graves and having abdominal pain after passing a car; my article also recorded the words that you used to joke with me, to see that you and I are so close.