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这一年,是清康熙四十四年,历史上纪年是一七零五年。刚刚进入冬季,天气便冷得有些不同寻常,加之“南昌故郡”近郊下起了大雨,“寤歌草堂”亦觉得寒气避人。一位八十高龄的瘦弱老人,蜷缩在房屋一角,极度痛苦地合上了他那双善于戳破俗世间各种媚态的双眸。他不再需要这个世界了,这个世界也不会再叨扰他。此时,漫天的雨水疯狂地打在窗棂子上,时而哭之,时而笑之,似乎在超度着这个寂寞了一生的亡灵。这位老人,便是中国十七世纪最伟大的艺术家——八大山人。
This year was forty-four years of the Qing Emperor Kangxi, the history of the year is 1705 years. Just entering the winter, the weather will be cold some unusual, coupled with “Nanchang, so the county” from the outskirts of heavy rains, “Acura grass” also feel cold avoid people. An elder 80-year-old man, curled up in the corner of his house, closed his eyes in painstakingly painful attempts to poke the obscene worldly world wide. He no longer needs this world, and the world will not disturb him again. At this point, the sky filled with crazy rain hit the window shuttlecock, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, it seems over the death of this lonely soul. This old man is the greatest artist in China in the 17th century - Bada Shanren.