Zhang Dai (1597-1679), also known as Weicheng, also named Zongzi, also named Shigong, also known as Tao'an, Tiansun, alias Die'an Jushi, and later Liuxiu Jushi, Han nationality, Shan A native of Yin (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang). Lives in Hangzhou. Born into a family of officials, he was a wealthy son when he was young. He was good at tea appreciation, loved flowers, landscapes, music, and opera. He stopped serving after the Qing Dynasty and ended up writing books in the mountains. Zhang Dai was a writer, historian, and essayist in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. He was best at prose. He wrote "Collected Works of Lang Huan", "Memories of Tao'an Dreams", "Dreams in the West Lake", "Three Immortal Pictures", "Night Sailing" and "Four Books". "Encounter" and other literary masterpieces.

Zhang Dai Famous Quotes:

When a person hears a dream, he is afraid that it is not a dream, and he is also afraid that it is a dream, which is why he is a fool. For the rest of the day, the big dream is about to end, and it is just like a worm, and it is another dream.

There are more than a hundred copies of plants and trees, mixed and grown, with different shades and density, all with emotions. In spring, poppies and poppies are the main ones, accompanied by mountain orchids, jasmine and cassia. For spring old age, peony is the main ingredient, while passionflower and purple orchid are used as supplements. In summer, Luoyang flowers and Jianlan are the main flowers, followed by hollyhocks, daisies, Wangjiangnan, jasmine, and pearl orchids. In autumn, chrysanthemums are the main ones, and autumn gauze, okra, monk's shoe chrysanthemum, Wanshou hibiscus, begonia, wild goose red, and dwarf comb are supplemented. Narcissus dominates the winter season, and is supplemented by evergreens.

You can’t make friends with people who don’t have addictions, because they don’t have deep affection; you can’t make friends with people who don’t have idiots, because they don’t have true energy.

Thinking about the rest of my life, the prosperity and splendor are all fleeting. For fifty years, it has always been a dream. Today, when the millet is ripe and the yellow beams are ripe, and when the car travels in the ant nest, how should we endure it? Thinking about the past from afar, remembering it and writing it down, hold it before the Buddha and confess one by one.

To repay the head with a hat, to repay the heel with a hat, is to repay the hairpin for the shoes. Repay fur with nuggets, repay fur with ramie, this is how Qi Qingqing is warm. Repaying meat with lotus and rice with rice, this is the delicacy of revenge. Repay a bed with a recommendation, repay a pillow with a stone, this is how you express your hatred for gentleness. Repay the pivot with a rope, repay the firewood with an urn, and Qiu Shuangqi also. Repay the eyes with smoke, repay the nose with feces, and hate the fragrance. Repay the journey with the journey, repay the shoulders with the bag, and follow the enemy. Various crimes can be seen in various consequences.

A Bao is as coquettish as a pistil girl, but is coquettish and rogue, pretending to be seductive and unwilling to seduce others. It's like eating olives, the throat is astringent and tasteless, but the flavor is sweet; like eating tobacco and alcohol, it's helpless, but soft and drunk. At first it seems disgusting, but after passing it I think about it.

The two drums are quiet, and the orchestral strings are playing on the screen. There is a faint wisp in the hole, which is sad and clear, and is related to the flesh. There are still three or four, which are replaced repeatedly. Three drums, the moon is lonely and solemn, everyone is silent, and there are no mosquitoes or flies. Kazuo appears on the stage, sitting high on the stone, neither playing the flute nor clapping, his voice is like silk, splitting the stone and penetrating the clouds, stringing the strings and cadences, every word for a moment. The listener found the needles and mustard, his blood was dry, he did not dare to hit the knot, he could only nod his head.

Xi Shi sings and dances, and there are five dancers, long sleeves and slow belts, wrapped around the body like a ring, scratching the ground and spinning around like autumn leaves. There were more than 20 female officials and chamberlains holding Baoxuan fans, golden lotus torches, and Wanfan palace lanterns. The flames were shining brightly, and the brocades were stacked on top of each other. Those who saw it were astonished.

The jade liquid beads and gum are plump and creamy, and when you blow the air, it is like orchid. It can be steamed with crane flower dew in a steamer to make it hot; or it can be mixed with soybean flour and turned into rotten food, and it can be cooled to make it cool; it can be fried and crisped, or made into skins, or bound into cakes, or condensed with wine, or pickled with salt. Or catching it with jealousy, both are wonderful.

Those who look at lights in the world look outside the lights; those who look at fireworks look outside the fireworks. There is no body in the lamp, light, shadow, smoke, or fire, flickering and changing. I don't know that it is the fireworks in the palace, and I don't know that it is the palace within the fireworks.

As a young man, I love prosperity very much, love monasteries, beautiful maids, prostitutes, fresh clothes, delicious food, horses, lanterns, fireworks, pear orchards, advocacy, and love. Antiques, flowers and birds, tea and oranges, books and poems, all of which have been a dream after half a lifetime of hard work. When he was fifty years old, his country was ruined and his family was destroyed, so he took refuge in the mountains. What was left was a broken bed, a broken tripod, a sick musical instrument, a few broken books, and only one inkstone missing. Common people eat vegetables and often have no food to eat. Looking back twenty years ago, it feels like a lifetime ago.

The rime is foggy, and the sky, clouds, mountains and water are all white. The shadows on the lake are only a trace of the long dike, a small pavilion in the center of the lake, a mustard with the boat in the boat, and two or three grains of people in the boat.

Standing on the pond, you can see the line of tide coming from Haining and going straight to the pond. A little closer, the white is faintly revealed, like driving thousands of flocks of goslings, spreading their wings and flying away.

As the spray approaches, ice flowers kick up, like millions of snow lions covering the river, roaring with thunder and whips, and thousands of arrowheads, no one dares to come first. If it gets any closer, the hurricane will force it to hit the shore. When the tide reaches the pond, I try my best to hit it, and the water splashes up several feet, making my face all wet. Whirlwinding to the right, Guishan blocked the way. It was so angry that the cannon shattered the dragon's cannon and the snow danced in the air.

Kicking up the Lilong, it is as if it is uncovered from sleep; it does not avoid the inverse scales, but helps it choke. The accumulation of water is clear and moist, and the warmth and moisture are moistening the foam. The night is quiet, the water is cold, and the beads on the chin are like the moon. The wind and thunder are blowing, and the trumpets and manes are raised.

I heard that the bamboo rafts in Keting are lingering in the world; the haze in the stone house that has been empty for a long time should transcend the dust. For example, the lonely crane in the sky is still attached to the old branches; I think of the clouds filling the sky, also returning to its old place.

Between the front and back of the pavilion, the servants planted trees and hugged each other. The water was clear and light, and the water was dark and dark, just like the autumn water. There is a stone platform in front of the pavilion, and the scenery in the pavilion can be obtained first. When you rise high and look into the distance, your vision is bright. In the mountains of Jingting, a skip stands at the foot of the mountain; the stream flows back and forth, and the water flows out of the pine leaves. Under the stage, there is a right turn, with three bends on the curve, and the old pine tree stands with its back bent. The top hangs down to a stem and falls down like a small building; the twigs are twisted and twisted, and the cap is twisted like a crank. Before Guichou, there were no walls and no terraces, and the atmosphere was particularly relaxed.

The moonlight leaked under the forest, and it was as sparse as residual snow.

The moonlight pours into the water, the river waves puff in and out, the dew air is sucked in, and the sky turns white.

The stone is like a Yunnan tea flower, which has fallen in the wind and rain and is half buried in the soil. The petals are folded in three or four layers. When one walks among them, it is like a butterfly entering the heart of a flower. There is no need for it to be undecorated.