Zhao Mengfu's "Ode to Chibi Front and Back"

[Name] Front and Back Chibi

[category] regular script

【Author】Zhao Mengfu
[Form] Paper
[Manuscript Size] A total of 11 pages and 21 pages, each page is 27.2 cm long and 11.1 cm wide
[Status of cultural relics] Collection of the National Palace Museum, Taipei

"Former Chibi Fu"

"Hou Chibi Fu"


 "The Front and Back Chibi Fu" is also known as "The Two Chibi Fu Tie". This post is a running script work written at the request of someone. The whole post has a total of 81 lines, including 46 lines of "Red Cliff Fu", 32 lines of "Hou Chibi Fu", and 3 lines of signature. According to the "Dadexin Shukan Ugly Eighth Day of the First Month" in the signature, the date behind the book should be the fifth year of Dade, Emperor Shizu of Yuan Dynasty, that is, 1301 AD. In other words, this post was written by Zhao Mengfu at the age of forty-eight. Although the two Fus before and after were written at the same time, their styles are slightly different. The strokes of the previous Fu have a relatively large ups and downs when pressed, and the strokes are vigorous but slightly jerky. The latter Fu uses a gentle and free-spirited pen, with a calm and Song spirit, and the pen is solid and slightly mellow. Looking at the whole post, the writing is strong and free. The thin and thin parts are like picturesque sand printing mud, and the thick and thick parts are like iron wrapped in cotton. The fast place draws silk to reflect the belt, which can break the rhinoceros image one after another, and the soothing place is graceful and dignified like a refined scholar facing the wind. The whole book is composed in white, sparse and calm, with round and vigorous brushwork, graceful and elegant, with strong character and elegant spirit, which fully captures the romantic charm of Wei and Jin Dynasties. It can be called a rare treasure of regular script by Zhao Mengfu, the calligraphy master of Yuan Dynasty.

 Due to his status as the old prince and grandson, Zhao Mengfan couldn't get rid of his inner depression and gloom, and was often troubled by his involuntary advance and retreat, so the world of brush and ink became his pure land. His specific view of life has formed his special view of art—extremely yin and yang and harmonious, and calligraphy presents a gentle and harmonious atmosphere. He has always followed the classics with a "neutral" attitude. He brings Zhong Yao's simplicity and simplicity, Xi Zhi's chic and subtlety, Xian's unrestrained beauty, Beihai's rising and proud side, Dongpo's ease and Shenxiong, Mi Fu's strange dangers, all into the bottom of his brush, and draws on its outstanding subtleties, which are gorgeous and not lacking. Bone strength, flowing beauty but not sweet. It is precisely based on profound skills, rich knowledge and elegant temperament that Zhao Mengfu has created a calligraphy style that is charming and elegant, with a strong character, a neat structure, and a well-rounded brushwork.

 Calligraphy in the Yuan Dynasty was generally an era in which the retro was replaced by innovation. Based on the regular calligraphy of the Tang Dynasty, the families of the Yuan Dynasty tried their best to scale up the second Jin Dynasty, forming a generation of ethos. Kublai Khan, Emperor Shizu of the Yuan Dynasty, unified China. With his great talent and general strategy, he made friends with talented Han people, discovered talents from all aspects, and tried to restore the old system to make a slight change. Although he was relatively open in culture and thought, in Strict restrictions were placed on the recruitment of talents in military affairs, financial power, and palace examinations. As a result, people of insight could not seek utility in official careers, but turned to literature and art. In the field of calligraphy, Zhao Mengfu is the most outstanding representative.

【About the Author】

 Zhao Mengfu (1254-1322), courtesy name Ziang, nicknamed Songxue, Taoist Songxue, also known as Shuijingong Taoist, Oubo, was a middle-aged Mengfu, Han nationality, from Wuxing (now Huzhou, Zhejiang). A famous painter in the Yuan Dynasty, one of the four masters of regular script (Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, Zhao Mengfu). Zhao Mengfu is erudite and talented, good at poetry and prose, economics, calligraphy, fine painting, good at gold and stone, proficient in rhythm and appreciation. In particular, calligraphy and painting achieved the highest achievement, creating a new style of painting in the Yuan Dynasty, known as "the crown of the Yuan people". He is also good at seal script, official script, true script, running script and cursive script, and is especially famous for regular script and running script.

"Ode to the Former Red Cliff" [Original Text] 

In the autumn of Renxu, at the end of the seventh month, Su Zi and his guests went boating under the Red Cliff. The breeze is coming slowly, and the water waves are calm. The wine belongs to the guest, the poem of the bright moon is recited, and the chapter of the song is graceful. Shaoyan, the moon rises above Dongshan Mountain, wandering among the bullfights. Bailu Hengjiang, water and light meet the sky. As long as a reed is like, Ling Wanqing is at a loss. Haohao is like Feng Xu's controlling the wind, but he doesn't know where it stops; fluttering is like being independent from the world, becoming immortal and ascending to immortality. So drinking is very enjoyable, buckle up and sing. The song said: "Osmanthus and the orchid paddle, hitting the sky and looking back at the streamer. I am in my arms, looking at the beauty and looking at the sky." There are some guests who play cave music, and they lean on the song to make peace with them, and their voice is humming: like complaint Like admiration, like weeping like complaining; the lingering sound is endless, like a thread; Su Zi was stunned, sitting upright, and asked the guest: "Why is this so?" The guest said: "The moon and stars are thin, and the black magpie flies south. Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Look at Xiakou in the west and Wuchang in the east. Mountains and rivers Xiang Miao, gloomy and green; isn't this Meng De's trap in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke through Jingzhou, went down to Jiangling, and went downstream to the east, sailing for thousands of miles, covering the sky with banners and flags, drinking wine near the river, and writing poems horizontally "Where is the hero of the whole life, where is he now? Kuangwu and my son, fishermen and woodcutters on the rivers and lakes, companions of fish and shrimps, and friends of deer, driving a boat with a leaf, holding a cup of wine to belong to each other; sending mayflies to heaven and earth, A drop in the vast ocean. Mourning for a moment of my life, envious of the infinity of the Yangtze River; traveling with flying immortals, embracing the bright moon until the end; knowing what is impossible, but getting it suddenly, leaving the legacy to resound in the sad wind." Su Zi said: "The guest also knows his husband. Water and the moon? The past is like this, but it has never gone; In other words, all things are endless to me. How can I be envious? Besides, between the heaven and the earth, everything has its own owner. Gou is not my property, even if I don’t take it. Only the cool breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains Get it to make sound, meet eyes to make color. There is no limit to what you can take, and you can use it inexhaustibly. It is the endless storehouse of the Creator, and what I and my child share is suitable.” The guest smiled happily, and washed the cup to drink more. The core of the food is exhausted, and the cups and plates are in a mess. The face and the pillow are in the boat, and I don't know the whiteness of the east. 

 "Hou Chibi Fu" [original text] 

It is the hope of the tenth month of the year, stepping from the snow hall, and returning to Lingao. The two guests passed by the Yellow Clay Slope. As soon as the frost and dew fell, all the leaves fell off, and the figures were on the ground, looking up at the bright moon, enjoying it, and answering each other with songs. He sighed and said: "There are guests but no wine, there is wine but no food, the moon is white and the wind is clear, what a good night!" The guest said: "Today, at dusk, I caught fish with a net, with a huge mouth and thin scales, like a perch in the Songjiang River. Gu An Did you get any wine?" He went back and sought out the wives. The woman said: "I have a bucket of wine, and I have stored it for a long time, in case my son needs it from time to time." So she took the wine and fish and went back to swim under the Red Cliff. The river flows with sound, and the bank is broken thousands of feet; Once the geometry of the sun and the moon, but the mountains and rivers can not be re-recognized. Yu Nai went up in clothes, walked on the slander [by the mountain] rocks, covered with velvet, perched on tigers and leopards, climbed horned dragons, climbed to the dangerous nest of falcons, and looked down on Feng Yi's secluded palace. Gai Erke couldn't follow suit. Suddenly, there was a long howl, the vegetation shook, the mountains and valleys echoed, and the wind and water surged. Yu is also quiet but sad, awe-inspiring and terrified, almost impossible to stay. Instead, board the boat, let it go in the middle of the stream, and let it stop and rest. It was almost midnight, and I looked around in solitude. There is a lone crane, and the Hengjiang River comes from the east. The wings are like wheels, the clothes are black and onyx, and there is a long cry suddenly, and it flies to the west of the boat. As soon as the guests left, I went to sleep. Dreaming of a Taoist priest, with his feathers ruffled, passing under Lingao, he bowed to Yu and said, "Is it fun to play in the Red Cliff?" Asked his name, he bowed and did not answer. "Woo hoo! Hee hee! I know it. In the night of the past, those who flew past me were not sons and evil?" The Taoist laughed, and he was also shocked. Look at it, but don't see it. 

The last post: On the eighth day of the first month of the great virtue Xin Chou, brother Mingyuan asked for two Fus on this paper, and wrote them in Songxuezhai, and made a portrait of Dongpo at the front of the volume. Zi Ang