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浮世繪畫廊","探索大都會藝術博物館收藏的經典浮世繪《The Actor Nakamura Fukusuke I as Asahina Tōbei, likened to Lu Zhishen the Tattooed Priest (Kaoshō Rochishin ni hisu), from the “Pine” triptych of the series A Modern Water Margin (Tōsei suikoden)》，由繪師 Utagawa Kunisada 歌川国貞 於 1854, 7th month) 創作。","article","zh_TW","en_US",{"@context":19,"@type":20,"name":5,"image":8,"dateCreated":7,"artworkMedium":21,"description":14,"creator":22},"https:\u002F\u002Fschema.org","VisualArtwork","Woodblock print",{"@type":23,"name":6},"Person",{"id":25,"original_title":26,"seo_title":27,"image_url":28},"met-55195","Print from the series Long Live Japan: One Hundred Victories, One Hundred Laughs","Print from the series Long Live Japan: One Hundred Victories, One Hundred Laughs | Kobayashi Kiyochika - 浮世繪畫廊","\u002Fimages\u002Fshinhanga\u002Fmet-55195.webp",1783762976979]