Cold food paste is a calligraphy work written by Su Shi in the Northern Song Dynasty on 1082. It is the masterpiece of Su Shi's running script and is known as the "third running script in the world". It is now in the National Palace Museum in Taipei, China.
This post, a poem for the public, is a sigh of life from the Cold Food Festival in the third year of Su Shi's relegation to Huangzhou. The whole calligraphy is full of ups and downs, and the momentum is unrestrained, expressing the gloomy and depressing mood of the author living in Huangzhou.
Calligraphy notes: One said: "I have been to Huangzhou for three cold meals, and I want to cherish spring every year. Spring is not a pity. 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. Teenagers suffering from He Shu's disease must be white at the time of onset. "
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. "
Interpretation of translation:
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 flood 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. The kitchen was empty, so we had to cook some vegetables in the broken stove and burn them 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.