On the tenth day of the first lunar month when I moved, my parents from Dazun County came to congratulate me in person and stayed to have a drink until the second or third watch. People on the street, that one is disrespectful! "The thin man said: "The county magistrate is the Renwu Juren, and he is Mr. Wei's disciple. This is the right place to congratulate him. The fat man said: "My in-laws are also disciples of Mr. Wei, and are now serving as county magistrates in Henan. My son-in-law came to my house the day before yesterday and brought two kilograms of dried venison as a gift. This is the plate." This time my son-in-law went again and asked my relatives to write a letter to Jin to pay a visit to Mr. Wei. If he is willing to go to the countryside to pay homage, it will prevent these rural families from letting donkeys and pigs eat food in your fields and mine. "The thin man said: "Mr. Wei must be considered a scholar. The bearded man said: "I heard that when I left the capital the day before yesterday, the emperor personally escorted him out of the city. He walked more than ten steps hand in hand. Mr. Wei bowed again and again before getting into the sedan chair and going back." Looking at this situation, is it possible that he will become an official? "The three of you can't say anything. Seeing that it was getting late, Wang Mian took the cow back. From then on, he didn't buy books with the money he gathered. Instead, he asked someone to buy some rouge and lead powder from the city to learn from it. Painting lotus. I didn’t do well at first, but after three months of painting, the spirit and color of the lotus were the same: there was just a piece of paper, and it looked like it grew in the lake; it also looked like it had just been picked from the lake and pasted on it. On paper. When people from the countryside saw good paintings, they also used money to buy them. Wang Mian got the money and bought some good things to honor his mother. One and two, two and three, everyone in Zhuji knew that he was a painting of boneless flowers. When he was seventeen or eighteen years old, he was no longer in the Qin family. He painted a few strokes every day and read ancient poems. He gradually had no worries about food and clothing. His mother was very happy because he was clever by nature and was less than two years old. At the age of ten, he had mastered all the major subjects in geography, economics and history. However, his temperament was different: he neither sought official titles nor made friends, and he studied in isolation all day long. He also saw the painting of Qu Yuan on the Songs of Chu. In order to wear clothes, he made himself a very tall hat and a very wide dress. In the season when the flowers were bright and the willows were beautiful, he took his mother in an ox cart, wearing a high hat, a wide dress, holding a whip, Singing songs and playing around in rural towns and lakes, he made the country children laugh with him in groups, but he didn't take it seriously. Only Mr. Qin next door was interesting. Because I have seen him grow up so well since I was a child, I respect him and love him, and I often invite him to sit and talk affectionately in the thatched cottage.