Cold food post is also called Huangzhou cold food poem post or Huangzhou cold food post. This is a book written by Su Shi. It is a plain ink book with a length of 34.2 cm and a width of 199.5 cm. It has 17 lines and 65,438+029 words. It is now in the National Palace Museum in Taipei.
This post is the masterpiece of Su Shi's running script. This is a poem to send a revival, and it is a sigh of life caused by Su Shi's relegation to Huangzhou for three years. The poem is desolate and affectionate, expressing Su Shi's melancholy and lonely mood at this time. The calligraphy of this poem is produced in this mood and situation. The whole calligraphy is full of ups and downs, radiant and unrestrained, and there is no shortage of pens.
Cold food poems have a great influence in the history of calligraphy, which is called "the third running script in the world" and is also a leader in Su Shi's calligraphy works.
The original and translation of Cold Food Post;
Su Shi [Song Dynasty]
One said, "I came to Huangzhou for three cold meals, and I miss spring every year, but I can't bear to go." This year also suffered from continuous rain, for two months, the climate was bleak as autumn. Sniff begonia flowers and swallow branches of snow. Sneaking around in the middle of the night is really amazing. Uncle He, a teenager, has turned pale. "
The second child said: "Chunjiang wants to enter the house, and the rain is coming. The hut is like a fishing boat, in a misty water cloud. The empty kitchen is cooking some cold dishes, and damp reeds are burning at the bottom of the stove. I didn't know it was a cold food, but I saw crows burning the remaining paper money. The emperor's palace gate has nine floors, which are far-reaching and difficult to return. The tombs of ancestors in the distance cannot be mourned. I'm going to cry and be poor, too. "
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I have spent three cold food festivals since I came to Huangzhou. Every year, I regret the remnants of spring, but I have no choice but to leave in spring. I don't need anyone's condolences. This year, the spring rain is continuous, and two months in a row are like the bleak spring cold in autumn, and the weather is depressing. I heard in sadness that the begonia flowers had withered, and the petals falling after the rain looked red and messy on the sludge.
Beautiful flowers wither after being destroyed by rain, just like being taken away by powerful people in the middle of the night, which makes people helpless. What is the difference between this and a sick teenager whose hair has turned white after illness?
In spring, the river will soak into the door and there is no sign that the rain will stop. The small house is like a fishing boat, drifting in foggy water, and the kitchen is empty. I have to cook some vegetables and burn them in a broken stove with wet reeds. I don't know what time it is today, but I saw the crow holding paper money and realized that today is the Cold Food Festival.
I want to go back to serve the imperial court, but the monarch's door is too deep for me to reach; I want to go back to my hometown, but my ancestral grave is far from Wan Li. Originally, I wanted to learn from Ruan Ji and shout for the poor, but my heart was like a resurgence.