Signature: Signed: "Five old poems of mine, presented to Fuzi, for his guidance. Dadizi, Yuanji"; undated.
Two artist's seals below the signature which read "Daiji" and Yuanji".
Five poems by the artist, written in Regular script:
1. The cold oppresses my thatched hut, the
snow oppresses the poor.
Without food and drink what can one offer
to the grain deity?
Scorning the world, one can visit old friends,
To suppress hunger, on anticipates the
Time breaks my decayed wooden body; I'm
oblivious to fatique.
When once I've laughed in the deserted
hills, the anger leaves my body.
So clumsy and negligent in daily matters,
At home only with the inkstone behind the
2. The snowstorm runs wild, collapsing the
fence, the bamboo grove and crushing
Firewood soon exhausted, a few grains
keep (me) alive.
Yet, writing words, trimming verses and
painting the broken landscapes that
lie behind the woodcutter,
The nights in the empty hall are bright
Lost and mournful by the side of a plum
tree in this isolated village.
The above two verses on "Starving".
3. The snowstorm rushes cold and dust
reaches the sky.
(Your) departure from (our) poetry group
Leaves me idle.
(May you) be cheerfully directed with the
horse whip to the little house with
blossoming plum trees.
And down from (your) horse inquire for a
On the morning road (you) watch the
On the evening road, sunset over the
mists at the station-pavilion.
I know wherever you go, your poems are
inscribed on walls.
Your verses soar up into the clouds, in
the company of the immortal poet-
Above is "Bid Farewell to Mei Quzahng who
is leaving Xuancheng (Anhui).
4. Writing seal script as in sand, don't
be surprised that it may descend from
the blue yonder.
A poet need not regret his forever unusual
(With this brush) flower sprays in dreams
grow as snow falls.
On the riverfront, pondering verses
against the wind.
The lines in array, some with draft
script and words, dotted as
Since the past, the utterance is related to the goose,
Let the inscription of (Wang) Xizhi
be next to the cage.
Above is a poem "On the Weed-brush".
5. Painted red bridge and barge that travels
Where a thousand years of history evoke
A poem just completed in your memory.
(We are) like drifting duckweed on
water, constantly missing one another.
The selected classical literarture is
composed on lofty buildings in
a big city.
The brilliant stars shine upon a glorious
A scholar may carry his finest arrow for
Without meeting a ruling sovereign, he may
never acquire recognition.
Above is a poem "Mail from the Riverboat at Dumen".
Marking: Collectors' seals:
Ho Guanyu, 20th century: "Guanwu's precious collection"
Liang Huiwu, 20th century: "Huiwu's precious collection"
John M. Crawford, 2 seals