Translation and appreciation of Mochou's original music

The goldfinch scratched his head and was born Mochow. I haven't been out of Shicheng since I went to Huan. -The Unknown Zhang Ning's "Mochow Le" Mochow Le scratched his head and gave birth to Mochow.

I haven't been out of Shicheng since I went to Huan. Zhang Ning (1426— 1496), whose real name is Jing Zhi, whose real name is Zhou Fang and Zuo Fangzhou, was born in Haiyan, Zhejiang Province, and served as a minister in the middle of Ming Dynasty. Jingtai was a scholar for five years and was given by Li Si. Elegant works are as famous as Zheng Yue, and Yingzong tasted the cloud of "I am Zhang Ning". Chenghua knows Tingzhou, teaches first and punishes later, and China manages the disease. Later, he was taboo by the minister, abandoned his official position and was recommended by the minister. I'm really sorry. He is good at poetry, calligraphy and painting, and he is the author of Zhou Fangji. Ning Zhang

The old man in Nancun is clean and miserable. He has been writing books for ten years. If you ask, what the messenger asks again is in vain. Pushing the window mountain in the sunset field, sweeping the road and weeping willows in the spring canal. You can play the piano every day if you get what I want. -Song Zhang Zhu's "Nancun Map is the work of Tao Jiucheng", and Nancun Map is the work of Tao Jiucheng.

The old man in Nancun is clean and miserable. He has been writing books for ten years.

If you ask, what the messenger asks again is in vain.

Pushing the window mountain in the sunset field, sweeping the road and weeping willows in the spring canal.

You can play the piano every day if you get what I want. The night is always lonely, the eaves are deep and the moon is half full. The frost village chickens crow early, and the wind tree magpies live late. The old club shook down, and the new poem left. I can't sleep with the light burning, and I don't dream about the world. -Two Lives in Winter by Zhang Zhengmeng in Ming Dynasty

The night is always lonely, the eaves are deep and the moon is half full.

The frost village chickens crow early, and the wind tree magpies live late.

The old club shook down, and the new poem left.

I can't sleep with the light burning, and I don't dream about the world. Cold smoke absorbs light elements, and the setting sun climbs the peak. But the smell of apes and birds is less dusty. The monk on the mountain plunged into the temple and handed him a bell. —— Zhang Yu in Ming Dynasty's "Chu River Qingyuan Picture See Shen Lun's Paintings and Mount Jiuqu House (IV)" Chu River Qingyuan Picture See Shen Lun's Paintings and Mount Jiuqu House (IV).

Cold smoke absorbs light elements, and the setting sun climbs the peak.

But the smell of apes and birds is less dusty.

The monk on the mountain plunged into the temple and handed him a bell.