疏淡含精勻!
誰言一點紅，
Who thinks in verse there is a norm, To poetry he’s got no clew.
解寄無邊春!
二
In painting as in poetry, We like what’s natural and new.
瘦竹如幽人，
幽花如處女。
Bian Luan painted birds vividly; Zhao Chang’s flowers to nature were true.
低昂枝上雀，
搖蕩花間雨。
But these two pictures surpass them: They’re fairer and more elaborate.