When a drop of ink falls on rice paper, it spreads the ups and downs of half a life. My name is Tang Yin, and my courtesy name is Bohu. I once wrote about thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but I didn't expect that what I drew in one stroke was not only a picture, but also the abyss of destiny.
When I first entered the examination room, I was struck by a horse hoof disease. I thought that fame would be easy to come by. Unexpectedly, a fraud case suddenly erupted like a thunderstorm, knocking me from the clouds into the dust - I lost my status as a citizen, my family was separated, my former classmates avoided me like the plague, and my old oaths of poetry and wine became a travesty. This is the first scene: the dilemma, the talented man falls into the mortal world, and his character is shattered by the power.
However, Jiangnan Misty Rain does not care about the joys and sorrows of the world. I picked up the brush in the mountains and forests, grinded the ink with tears, and used my heart as my soul. I painted "Picture of the Sound of Pines on the Mountain Road" and listened to the whispers of the pine wind; I wrote "Picture of the Prostitutes in the Palace of Wangshu" and looked at the beauty like a dream. The world only knows that I am a free-spirited person, but how do you know that I hide pain in my drunkenness? It wasn't until Ning Wang Zhu Chenhao sent an envoy to invite me, and I accidentally entered Longtan, that I realized the dangers of power schemes. This is the second act of my life: a turning point, returning from the world to the edge of the temple, but getting a glimpse of the truth of the troubled times.
The price comes with it. I feigned madness to avoid trouble and got away from it, and from then on I completely gave up on my career career. For the rest of my life, I will only be accompanied by pen and ink, using pictures as evidence to record the turbulent Ming Dynasty. When the third act ended, I realized that the real literati is not in the court, but on paper and in the heart.
If talent cannot be exchanged for peace and prosperity, then, how should a scholar face the broken mountains and rivers?
