〔款識〕黃岡之地多竹，大者如椽。竹工破之，刳去其節，可代陶瓦。比屋皆然，以其價廉而工省也。予城西北隅，雉堞圮毀，蓁莽荒穢，因作小樓二間，與月波樓通。遠吞山光，平挹江瀨，幽闃遼敻，不可具狀。夏宜急雨，冬宜密雪，前者有瀑布聲，後者有碎玉聲。宜鼓琴，琴調和暢；宜詠詩，詩韻清絕；然皆竹樓之所助也。公退之暇，披鶴氅衣，帶華陽巾，手披周易一卷，焚香靜坐，消遣世慮。江山之外，第見風帆、沙鳥、煙雲、竹樹。而當其酒力醒，茶煙歇，送夕陽，迎素月，亦謫居之勝概也。庚午盛暑於星帶小草堂，寫黃岡竹樓竝默錄其文一節，蓴波周澄竝識。
〔鈐印〕大方無禺、周澄、蓴波
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In Huanggang, there are many bamboo groves, and the large ones are as thick as beams. Craftsmen split the bamboo and hollow out the joints, using it to replace pottery tiles. Every house uses them because they are cheap and easy to work with. I built a small two-room building in the northwest corner of the city near the ruined ramparts, where wild grass grows in the desolation. It connects with the Yuebo Pavilion. From a distance, it swallows the light of the mountains and draws in the water of the river at its feet. It is a remote, tranquil place, indescribably beautiful. In summer, it is best with heavy rain; in winter, with dense snow. In the former, there is the sound of waterfalls; in the latter, the sound of shattered jade. It is perfect for playing the zither, where the tones are harmonious and smooth; or for composing poetry, where the rhythm is pure and exceptional. All of this is aided by the bamboo tower. In my free time after official duties, I don a crane-feather robe and wear a Huayang cap, holding a volume of the I Ching in hand, quietly sitting and burning incense, dispelling worldly worries. Beyond the landscape, I see only sails on the wind, birds in the sand, misty clouds, bamboo, and trees. And when the strength of the wine fades, the tea smoke disperses, bidding farewell to the setting sun and welcoming the white moon, it is indeed the joy of a hermit’s life. Written during the great heat of the year of Gengwu at Xingdai Cottage, recording a passage about the bamboo tower in Huanggang, with notes added by Chunbo, Chou Chen.
[Seals]
Greatness knows no bounds、Chou Chen、Chunbo