The Drunken Old Pavilion's small regular script calligraphy

"The Drunkard's Pavilion" is a prose written by Ouyang Xiu, a writer in the Northern Song Dynasty. What I bring to you next is the small regular script calligraphy of Drunkard Pavilion. I hope you like it.

The original text of Weng Ting Ji's work:

Chu is surrounded by mountains. The peaks and ravines in its southwest are particularly beautiful. The one that looks awe-inspiring but deep and beautiful is Langya. Six or seven miles into the mountain, you gradually hear the sound of gurgling water flowing out between the two peaks, which is called Ningquan. On the winding road, there is a pavilion standing over the spring, which is called the Drunkard Pavilion. Who built the pavilion? Zhixian, the monk of the mountain. Who is named? The prefect calls himself. The prefect and his guests came here to drink. They often got drunk after drinking a lot, and he was the oldest, so he called himself the drunkard. The drunkard's intention is not in wine, but in the mountains and rivers. The joy of mountains and rivers is the wine contained in the heart.

If the sun rises and the forest opens, the clouds return and the caves become dark, the changes in darkness and brightness are like morning and evening in the mountains. The wild fields are fragrant and fragrant, the beautiful trees are beautiful and dark, the wind and frost are noble and pure, the water falls and the rocks emerge, these are the four seasons in the mountains. Going in the morning and returning at dusk, the scenery in the four seasons is different, and the joy is endless.

As for those who are in trouble singing on the road, and those who are traveling resting in the trees, the former calls, and the latter responds, hunched over and carrying them, going back and forth without stopping, this is Chu people traveling. Fishing near the stream, the stream is deep and the fish are fat, the spring is brewed into wine, the spring is fragrant and the wine is tart, the mountain delicacies and wild assemblies are mixed and aged beforehand, it is also a feast for the prefect. The joy of a banquet is neither silk nor bamboo. The one who shoots is successful, the one who plays chess wins, the one who drinks and drinks mingled with each other, the one who sits up and makes a noise is the joy of all the guests. Anyone with pale face and white hair who seems to be slumped indicates that the prefect is drunk.

The sun has set on the mountain, the figures are scattered, the prefect has returned and the guests have followed. The woods are dark, the songs are rising and falling, the tourists are gone and the birds are enjoying themselves. However, birds know the joy of mountains and forests, but they don't know the joy of people; people know how to enjoy traveling with the prefect, but they don't know the joy of the prefect. He who can enjoy himself when he is drunk and can write about it when he is awake is a prefect. Who does the governor call? Luling] Ouyang Xiuye.