"I remember that when I was a child, I could stare at the sun with wide, open eyes. I could see the tiniest objects, and loved to observe the fine grains and patterns of small things, from which I derived a romantic, unworldly pleasure. When mosquitoes were humming round in summer, I transformed them in my imagination into a company of storks dancing in the air. And when I regarded them that way, they were real storks to me, flying by the hundreds and thousands, and I would look up at them until my neck was stiff. Again, I kept a few mosquitoes inside a white curtain and blew a puff of smoke round them, so that to me they became a company of white storks flying among the blue clouds, and their humming was to me the song of storks singing in high heaven, which delighted me intensely. Sometimes I would squat by a broken, earthen wall, or by a little bush on a raised flower-bed, with my eyes on the same level as the flower-bed itself, and there I would look and look, transforming in my mind the little plot of grass into a forest and the ants and insect into wild animals. The little elevations on the ground became my hills, and the depressed areas became my valleys, and my spirit wandered in that world at leisure.

One day, I saw two little insects fighting among the grass, and while I was all absorbed watching the fight, there suddenly appeared a big monster, overturning my hills and tearing up my forest - it was a little toad. With one lick of his tongue, he swallowed up the two little insects. I was so lost in my young imaginary world that I was taken unawares and quite frightened. When I had recovered myself, I caught the toad, struck it several dozen times and chased it out of the courtyard. Thinking of this incident afterwards when I was grown up, I understood that these two little insects were committing adultery by rape. 'The wages of sin is death.' so says an ancient proverb, and I wondered whether it was true of the insects also. I was a naughty boy, and once my ball (for we call the genital organ a "ball" in Soochow) was bitten by an earthworm and became swollen. [Believing that the duck's saliva would act as an antidote for insect bites,] they held a duck over it, but the maid-servant, who was holding the duck, accidentally let her hand go, and the duck was going to swallow it. I got frightened and screamed. People used to tell this story to make fun of me. These were the little incidents of my childhood days.”

B1-3: A scroll of rustlings in courtyard - the spirit of the intelligentsia in 1850s.

【Explanation of B1-3】:

The spirit root of the painter in B1-3 on the right section is the same as depicted above, which is in Taoism.

I happened to find a book of collection of works in print of the painter, and on the first page of that book there’s a sketch of him with a footnoting: "the only picture in his life drawn by someone anonymous." The picture demonstrates his bitter senile smile which springs up a stream of smugness spread over with secrecy; he looks emaciated as though like a ghost, yet his sunken eyes are sparkling and soft. It seeps into my mind and brings me to the verisimilitude between his appearance and the many stones he painted, the latter of which he called “Stupid Stones” – the rejected.

He once was an official and had then a good record in his ministry. It was rare, and a rarer thing he carried out was his forsaking of the officialdom, which was unavoidably considered eccentric. Yet, it is he who started a historic movement of Chinese Art Renaissance, and was distinguished the "crankiest" among the famous Yangchow Eight Eccentrics in China.

A bamboo person he was and he saw bamboo represent his soul raptly, nonetheless: straightness of line suggesting independence; the hollow center standing for open-mindedness; and, the hard joints referring to integrity…. It takes an expert to decode his spirit and his personality, and I feel strong and take bold to say that the picture B1-3 is perhaps a self-portrait of the painter himself: his soul that is the representation of the bamboo and his flesh the stones are separated.

He's name is Zheng Banqiao (1693-1765) in Qing (or Ch'ing) dynasty (1644-1911).