那日,正是黄梅时候,天气烦躁。王冕放牛倦了,在绿草地上坐着。须臾,浓云密布,一阵大雨过了。那黑云边上镶着白云,渐渐散去,透出一派日光来,照耀得满湖通红。湖边山上,青一块,紫一块。树枝上都像洗过一番的,尤其绿得可爱。湖里有十来枝荷花,花苞上清水滴滴,荷花上水珠滚来滚去。王冕看了一回,心里想到:“古人说,‘人在图画中’,其实不错。可惜我这里没有画工,把这荷花画他几枝也觉有趣。” That day, it is Huangmei, irritable weather. Wang Mian put cattle tired, sitting in the green grass. Suffering, dense clouds, a heavy rain has passed. That black clouds edge of the inlaid with white clouds, gradually dispersed, revealing a group of daylight, shining lake full of red. Lake mountain, a green, purple piece. Like a wash on the branches, especially cute green. There are ten branches in the lake lotus, bud water drops, lotus beads roll away. Wang Mian saw it for a while and thought: “The ancients said,” People are in the picture, “but it is a pity that I did not have a painter here, and it was interesting to draw this lotus for him.”