"Inscribed Bamboo Picture" by Shi Tao of the Qing Dynasty
The soundless orchid is as clear as the head of the river, and the door is near the curved bank of the clear waves. The sound of flowing water surrounds the dragon's canopy thousands of feet away, what else can I ask for in the miserable wind and rain. The clouds are like light snow on the branches of trees, and the new bamboos under the birds are like oil. Thirty thousand, one thousand domains, the moon sinks and the reflection wall closes to the east. Occasionally, I come to sit down with a banquet, and the host opens a floor for me. Magu pointed to the east and looked to the west. An acre of peace and a bucket of water make Cangzhou drunk with ink. Thinking of Li Bai, recalling Zhong Yao, who can be the same as the five great masters? We often pay each other in the Qingyin Pavilion
"Ding Fengbo·Inscribed on Ink Bamboo Pictures" Su Shi
On July 6, the fifth year of Yuanfeng, Wang Wenfu's family drank liquor and got very drunk. The sentence is composed of ink bamboo words.
The rain washes the beautiful leaves, and the wind blows the delicate green fragrance. The beautiful scenery invades the book late at night, the curtain is rolled up, and the Qingming Festival is slightly over
The wine bottle is cold. What's the use of painting bamboo with a fat and swollen body? The gentleman writes better than Xiao Lang. I remember the quiet night in Xiaoxuan, under the corridor, and the moonlight and sparse shadows on the east wall.
This word is selected from Volume 2 of "Dongpo Yuefu".
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The old habit of burning bamboo shoots on the mountain is unforgettable. The old man of bitter gourd does not tire people by eating, so he writes this number. The branch masturbates, and those who see it say what I am doing.
Sealed text: Qingxiang Shitao (white text)
Wu Changshuo's inscription on the lower left side of the frame: The taste of salivating bamboo shoots and the taste of Zen, the clear light in the painting is the Buddha lamp. I am sad that Marquis Ye is getting old now, and it is rare for him to stew taro, a lazy monk. Late at night, a withered monk is sitting in bed, and there are strange things to be done. Except for the wood monster in Na Tan's mouth, there was nothing in his eyes. My dear friend Ting Rong belongs to Laofou. Monk Shi Tao suddenly saw a huge man entering the furnace on a snowy night in Huangshan Mountain. He had blue hair and purple face and his mouth was as wide as a dustpan. Shi Tao held up an iron fire rod and put a piece of red charcoal in his mouth. The man held the charcoal rod in his hand and walked away in pain. During the three-day snow retreat, Shi Tao went out with his sword. In the nunnery, he saw a tree on the side of the road with branches like people. There were iron bars and charcoal in the tree. He knew that the people who arranged the houses the night before were strange. Bingchen Dongzhong finished the question. Recorded a story about woodcutter and goblet maker in Niu Yushu, Wu Changshuo in Anji. Seal: Jun (Zhu Wen), Laofou (Zhu Wen)
Wu Changshuo's inscription: Miaomo Bingchen, Qingxiang, November 11 (1916), Lao Fou's inscription. Seal: Laofou (Zhu Wen)
Chu Deyi's inscription on the upper left: The bitter gourd monk is really amazing, the jade version of Zen refers to the world and foreign affairs, and writes about the injustice in the chest, the wind and rain in the four mountains, and the dragon is startling. Mr. Tingrong used Shi Tao's painting of bamboo shoots to illustrate the poem and wrote a poem about Chu Deyi. Seal: Chu Litang (white text)
Li Ruiqing's inscription on the upper right: The first sound of spring thunder strikes again, and the mountains are full of new bamboo shoots and jade. I bought it to go with boiled pork belly. I didn’t ask the cook or the old monk. Shi Tao's painting of bamboo shoots is inscribed by Mr. Dong Xin's sentence, and it is inscribed by Mr. Ting Rong, a member of the Dharma family, who was born in Qing Dynasty. Seal: Linchuan Li Family (white text)
The title on the right side of Shen Xuanlu Sword Marquis: Unprovoked destiny pen (to seize) heavenly craftsmanship, the fragrance originates in the frame of the ruler, the same lotus flowers follow the fingers, the human vision is difficult to work. Inscribed by my brother Ting Rong, ink by monk Shi Tao, Xuan Lu Shen (Yu Yi)? June 19, seven years. Seal text: Jianhou (in Zhu), Xiaoshan native (in white)
In the lower middle, Wang Zhen’s inscription: Reading the painting will make your mouth full of salivation, red dried bitter bamboo shoots with water shield. Fu Weng cursed someone with the same tune. He wanted to see Qing Xiang when he was writing. At the beginning of the spring of Ding Si, he was a member of Ting Rong's brother, Wang Zhen, who was from Bailong Mountain. Seal text: Wang Zhen (in white), Yitingfu (in Zhu)
Mo Yongzhen’s inscription: Lao Nakong’s empty mountain is full of joy and joy. There is no need to collect ferns from the Western Mountains. The sparse bamboo shoots stand tall in the pavilions. The lonely garden looks like the old days, and the water in the village is too late to live in. A new flavor of tea is added to the thatched cottage, and a game of chess is lost in leisure days. After the Ming Dynasty and the Chu dynasty, the country fell and went into seclusion. His predecessors compared his actions to Zhao Yi Zhai, which can be compared to the hungry husbands in Xishan. His poem on the painting goes like this: Summer fishing at the head of Shuiguojiang Village, the old thatched cottage deep in the green shade . On leisure days with fresh tea and tender bamboo shoots, I love the fragrance of tea leaves and falling snow even more. Since I am happy, I can see all the details in the frame. On the fifth day of Wuwu and the fifth day of summer, I wrote the inscription Mo Yongzhen for my friend Ting Rong. Seal: Mo Yongzhen Seal (white text)
Dahuang Title: After the rain, the bamboo shoots in the mountains are fragrant, and they are eager to soar into the clouds. The old glutton should give up his greedy saliva and leave it to the beautiful lady to lean on the cool night. On the last day of spring in Xinyou, I wrote a poem about Shi Tao and painted bamboo shoots for the owner of Tingyun. It was a great wasteland.