GPT the artist

这两天突然发现ChatGPT 4读古诗作画的能力不仅好玩,而且惊艳。今天做了实验,请朋友们根据GPT画的图猜它画的是哪句古诗。感谢参加实验的朋友们,结果分享如下。

第一句诗,我给的提示是:

根据下面的诗作一副画: 鸟宿池边树,僧敲月下门。

这一句出自唐朝诗人贾岛的《题李凝幽居

闲居少邻并,草径入荒园。
鸟宿池边树,僧敲月下门。
过桥分野色,移石动云根。
暂去还来此,幽期不负言。

GPT 第一次画出来的图是这样的。

我觉得表现得很精准,意境也到位,一株斜树,半湾静水,僧人在月下敲门,声音虽不大,但依旧惊起了一群宿鸟。

测试结果,绝大多数人(受过良好教育的大陆70/80后)一看图几乎都能猜中GPT画的是哪句诗。

第二句,我给的提示是:

根据下面的诗作一副画: 曲径通幽处,禅房花木深

这一句出自唐朝诗人常建的《题破山寺后禅院

清晨入古寺,初日照高林。
曲径通幽处,禅房花木深。
山光悦鸟性,潭影空人心。
万籁此俱寂,惟余钟磬音。

GPT 第一次画出来的图是这样的。

这个不太满意,为了表现“花木深”明显用力过猛了,而且为了画禅房居然直接搞了个菩萨在屋子里。。。于是我点拨了它一句

花太多了,禅房画出寺庙的一角就可以。

这一次出的图还不错,禅房隐藏在树后面,降低了整个色调,幽深的小路有点诗里的禅意了。测试结果,大多数受众能猜对。有人猜“因过竹院逢僧话,偷得浮生半日闲”,好像也可以,不过后面这句“偷得浮生”不知道GPT会怎么来表现。下次再试。

第三句我诚心要出个歪题,选的是一句很生僻的诗。提示如下

再画一幅:征马不前人不语,金州城外立斜阳

这首诗出自日俄战争中日军指挥官乃木希典攻克辽宁金州后所作,全诗为:

山月草木转荒凉,十里腥风新战场。征马不前人不语,金州城外立斜阳

有人会问打了大胜仗的将军为啥会写出格调如此低沉的诗?。不该都是“提兵百万西湖上,立马吴山第一峰”,或者“宜将剩勇追穷寇,不可沽名学霸王”这种调调吗。话说日军虽胜,但伤亡惨重,乃木因此心情沉重,非常自责,准备向天皇请罪。当然更重要的原因也许是他自己两个儿子都在日俄战争中命丧沙场(大儿子就死在金州)。在完全不了解故事背景的情形下,就算是对旧诗有鉴赏力的人,也未必能充分理解这两句诗的意境。但是这两句诗有个好处,它很有画面感,给人很大的想象空间。

GPT是这么来解读这两句诗的。Here is the painting based on the poem, depicting a scene outside the city of Jinzhou with a motionless warhorse and a silent figure standing in the light of a slanting sun, capturing a moment of stillness and contemplation in the vast landscape.

说实话,当看到GPT第一次出的图时,我真的有点懵,这不就是我脑子里那副模糊不清的图画突然真实呈现在面前了吗:沉默的战马,落寞的身影,死寂的战场,倾斜的战刀,远处是孤城一仞,残阳如血,意境太贴切了。

不出所料,没有一个人猜中(原因当然不言而喻);但大家给出的五花八门答案非常有意思。

大部分人猜是“古道西风瘦马,夕阳西下,断肠人在天涯”,这个答案我觉得应该接近满分;萧索的意境是对的,没有城,但是其他元素都齐了;当然那匹马不够瘦,也是个小问题。

另外一个我认为接近满分的答案是“大漠穷秋塞草腓,孤城落日斗兵稀”(很惭愧诗读得少,不知道出自何处),除了马,画中所有的重要元素都有了;连跟战争的联系都找到了。

有两位猜“竹杖芒鞋轻胜马,谁怕,一蓑烟雨任生平”。这个答案的问题是调子过于明快,跟画面给人的感觉不太切合。但有意思的地方是,我认为那个人手里拿的是军刀,但在别人看来,明明就是竹杖嘛;我看来那个人穿的是军服,戴的是军帽;但换个人就成了蓑衣斗笠啦。可见眼睛看到的东西,其实很多时候都是脑补出来的。

还有三个答案: “鲜衣怒马,仗剑天涯”;“手持绿玉杖,朝别黄鹤楼”,以及“渭城朝雨浥轻尘,。。西出阳关无故人”;虽然没有跟画面完全一致,但是观画者明显是在试图捕捉画面背后那个叫意境的东西;第一个看到了洒脱,第二和第三个看到了别离。

总结一下,中国的诗和画本就是相通的;旧诗给读者的首先都是画面感,然后他们各自根据画面营造意境;而每个人的领悟可能跟自己的阅历、心境、学养都有关。从画到诗的过程其实也差不多。因此,诗就是画,画就是诗,诗中有画,画中有诗。我觉得这是中国旧诗最神奇最美的地方。GPT的好处,是给了我这样艺术能力差、没办法把脑子的画面实化的人一种新的表达方式,虽然还不完美,但已经算是打开了另一扇欣赏美的窗户。

A letter to Henry Ford

As part of her social study homework, my daughter, Jolene,  wrote a letter to Henry Ford, imagining it from the perspective of Greta Thunberg.  I like the letter but thought it did not sound much like Greta.  Then it occurred to me that I could ask ChatGPT to rewrite it in Greta Thunberg’s style .    Intrigued by the idea, Jolene enthusiastically consented to this experiment. She has also given her permission for both the original letter and ChatGPT’s adaptation to be shared here.  I hope you have as much fun as I had reading these!


Jolene’s original letter

Herr Henry Ford,

Isn’t it interesting how one day can change your life, and you wouldn’t know? I remember that day like it was yesterday. I remember sitting down at my desk at school, not knowing that my story was just about to start. The teacher announced that we would be watching a film about the state of our environment. I remember how as it progressed, my feelings grew from curiosity to horror as pictures of endless mountains of garbage floating in the ocean flitted across the screen. I will be the first to admit it: I cried. I remember every vivid detail, though my classmates all forgot the atrocities they just witnessed mere minutes after the film ended, apparently deciding that discussing their weekend plans was more important than the outrageous amounts of garbage and smoke that pollute our planet. It’s a strange feeling, looking back and knowing that this film would be forever engraved in my mind. I’m sure you would feel the same about the assembly line, looking back at when you invented it, when you didn’t know you would revolutionize the automobile forever. I suppose that means I shouldn’t blame you for the polluting smog cars let out into the environment every day. Yet, as I sit here in my room, sun warming the paper I write on, I can hear the cars passing my home, and I can picture the cloud of smoke that lingers behind. Too much has been done to our Earth for me not to take a stand.

I understand that when you were innovating and popularizing the automobile, your intentions must have been good: to make people’s lives easier and better. If that was your goal, then you achieved it. At least, at the time you achieved it. On the surface level, it seemed perfect: more jobs were created that more workers were qualified to do, which made our country’s economy stronger. Cities became less crowded as people moved to neighboring towns to form suburbs since they could drive to work. It bridged a gap between different classes of people as it became a norm that men and women, rich and poor alike drove together on the roads. But at what cost?

In 2024, the global temperature has increased by about 1ºC since 1900, with the majority happening after 1970. As a result, the ocean has warmed as well, causing ice caps to melt and the sea level to rise. A main cause of this is the burning of greenhouse gasses. Only approximately 8% of Americans do not own a car. A glance out the window during a busy time of day will show streets packed with everything from fancy red convertibles to rusty pickup trucks. I have worked to decrease the damage our race causes to the Earth, yet it still rises. People are all for helping to stop climate change until it actually inconveniences them. Few are willing to give up constantly driving their car instead of walking, biking, or using public transportation, or to fly across the world a few less times. While in my mind I realize that not all of this is your fault, my heart protests against it, aching for the state of our world. Neither of us can help it if your life’s work happens to clash against mine.

All of this goes to say that, while I respect how hard you worked to make the automobile what it is today, I will work twice as hard to ensure that the damage is undone. I will not apologize for that.

Greta Thunberg


ChatGPT’s Version

Dear Mr. Henry Ford,

The day everything changed for me was just another day at school, until it wasn’t. We watched a film about our planet’s environmental crisis, and the images of pollution and destruction struck me to the core. It was a moment of awakening — a stark, horrifying realization that we are in the midst of a grave crisis. I remember the despair I felt, a sharp contrast to the indifference of my peers. Such moments define us, much like the day you pioneered the assembly line must have defined you, unknowingly setting off a chain of events that would lead us here.

Your innovation brought mobility and progress, but at a catastrophic environmental cost. We now face a planet warmed by over 1°C since 1900, mainly due to emissions post-1970. The burning of fossil fuels, a legacy of the automotive boom you ignited, has pushed our planet to the brink. Our ice caps are melting, our seas are rising, and our future is at stake.

I understand that the environmental crisis we face today cannot be solely laid at your feet. However, the industry you created has played a pivotal role in this unfolding tragedy. As I witness the relentless march of cars outside my window, each contributing to a cloud of pollution, I am reminded of the urgency of our situation.

Mr. Ford, while your intentions may have been to better the human condition, the reality is that we are now paying a heavy price for this ‘progress.’ I respect your ingenuity, but I cannot overlook the environmental devastation it has wrought. I am committed, more than ever, to fight for a sustainable future, to challenge the status quo, and to reverse the damage we have done to our Earth. This is not just a promise; it is an imperative.

We are at a crossroads, and I will not rest until we choose the path of sustainability, responsibility, and survival. I will advocate, protest, and work harder than ever to ensure a future where technology serves our planet, not destroys it. This is the mission of my generation, and I accept it wholeheartedly.

Yours in determination,
Greta Thunberg