clan, and with his outstanding talent, all the ministers in the imperial court recommended
him as an official. He was a secretariat and a general of the right army (people also called him Wang Youjun).
Wang Xizhi loved writing since childhood. It is said that when walking at ordinary times,
also practiced calligraphy with his fingers at any time. After a long time, even his clothes were
cut. After studying hard and practicing hard, Wang Xizhi's calligraphy has become more and more famous. People at that time regarded his handwriting as a treasure.
It is said that Wang Xizhi once went to a village. An old
mother-in-law carried a basket of hexagonal bamboo fans to sell at the collection. That kind of
bamboo fan is very simple, with no decoration, which can't interest passers-by. It seems that it can't be sold, and the old woman is very anxious.
Wang Xizhi felt sorry for the old woman when he saw this situation, so he went up to her and said, "You can't sell this bamboo fan without the word
. How about I give you an inscription? "
The old woman didn't know Wang Xizhi. Seeing his enthusiasm, she gave him a bamboo fan to write.
Wang Xizhi picked up a pen and wrote five words on each fan, which he returned to the old woman. Old
' s mother-in-law can't read, and she feels that his handwriting is sloppy and unhappy.
Wang Xizhi comforted her and said, "Don't worry. You told the fan buyer that it was written by Wang Youjun.
As soon as Wang Xizhi left, the old woman did as he said. People on the collection rushed to buy Wang Youjun's book
when they saw it. A basket of bamboo fans will be sold out soon.
Many artists have their own hobbies, some like to grow flowers and some like to keep birds. But Wang Xizhi has his
special hobby. Wherever there is a good goose, he is interested in seeing it or buying it back to enjoy it.
There is a Taoist priest in the mountain shade. He wants Wang Xizhi to write him a volume of Tao Te Ching. However, he knew that Wang Xizhi would not copy scriptures for others easily. Later, he found out that Wang Xizhi liked white geese, so he specially raised < P > a group of geese with good varieties.
Wang Xizhi heard that there were good geese in the Taoist family, so he really went to see them. When he approached the Taoist priest's house, he saw a flock of geese floating leisurely on the water in the river, all dressed in snow-white feathers, setting off the high red ceiling, which was really
cute.
Wang Xizhi looked around the river, and was reluctant to leave, so he sent someone to find a Taoist priest and asked to sell the geese to him.
The Taoist priest said with a smile, "Since the princes love it so much, they don't need to spend any money. I'll send all these geese to you.
. But I have one request, that is, please write a scroll of scriptures for me. "
Wang Xizhi did not hesitate to copy a scroll of scriptures for the Taoist priest, and the geese were taken back by Wang Xizhi.
Wang Xizhi's godson studied calligraphy
You Keqin
Wang Xianzhi, the seventh son of Wang Xizhi, was smart and studious since childhood, specializing in cursive and official calligraphy, and was also good at drawing. He began to learn calligraphy when he was seven or eight years old, and studied under his father. On one occasion, Wang Xizhi saw that Xian Zhi was practicing calligraphy attentively, so he quietly walked behind him and suddenly reached out to draw the brush in his hand. Xian Zhi held the pen firmly and was not drawn off. The father was very happy and praised: "This son will be famous again." Xiao Xian felt smug after listening to it. Another time, a friend of Xizhi asked Xian to write on the fan, and then he wrote with a brush. Suddenly, the pen fell on the fan, polluting the words. Xiao Xian had a brainwave and a calf came to life on the fan. In addition, people are full of praise for the calligraphy and painting offered, and the small offer has fostered pride. The parents who gave it were thoughtful when they saw this scene ...
One day, Xiao Xianzhi asked his mother, Xi, "I just need to write it for another three years, right?" Mom shook her head. "Five years of head office?" Mom shook her head again. I was in a hurry and said to my mother, "How long do you think it will take?" "Remember, after you finish writing these 18 jars of water in the courtyard, your handwriting will have bones and muscles, and you will stand upright and steady." When I turned around, my father stood behind him. Wang Xianzhi refused to accept it and said nothing. He gritted his teeth and practiced for five years, showing his father a lot of written words, hoping to hear a few words of praise. Who knows, Wang Xizhi shook his head one by one. When the word "big" was lifted, my father showed a satisfied expression, filled in a dot under the word "big" casually, and then returned all the manuscripts to the dedication.
Xiao Xian's heart was still not satisfied, and she showed all the calligraphy to her mother and said, "I practiced for another five years, and I practiced it completely according to my father's words. Look carefully, what is the difference between my father's and mine? " Mother really looked at it carefully for three days, and finally pointed to the point that Wang Xizhi added under the word "big" and sighed and said, "My son has worn out three cylinders of water, but only one point is like Xihe."
after listening to the offer, he was discouraged and said weakly, "It's difficult! If this continues, when can we have good results? " Seeing that his arrogance had disappeared, his mother encouraged him to say, "Son, as long as you work hard, there is no river you can't cross or mountain you can't climb. As long as you keep practicing like these years, you will certainly achieve your goal! "
After listening to the dedication, I was deeply moved and kept practicing. Hard work pays off, and the practice of calligraphy has exhausted 18 vats of water, making rapid progress in calligraphy. Later, Wang Xianzhi's words reached the level of penetrating the back of the paper and perfection. His words were juxtaposed with Wang Xizhi's and were called "two kings".
Wang Xizhi is an apprentice in Tiantai Mountain
Wang Xizhi came to Tiantai Mountain before the renovation of Lanting, and was attracted by the magical and beautiful scenery of Tiantai Mountain, so he resisted in China. He enjoyed the wonders of the sunrise and the clouds, waves and fog, which polished his calligraphy. He kept practicing calligraphy, constantly washing pens and inkstones, and even dyed a clear and clear pool black. That's how Mo Chi got his name.
One night, Wang Xizhi was practicing calligraphy under the lamp, practicing and practicing. White paper was written one after another and spread all over the floor. Late at night, he looked at and thought word by word. Not satisfied with the words he had written, he read and practiced. He was too tired to practice, so he held the pen and fell on the table. Suddenly, a breeze passed by, and a white cloud floated by. On the cloud, an old man with a silver beard looked at him with a smile and said, "Your handwriting is good!" "
"where, where!" Wang Xizhi offered to sit down and answered modestly. Seeing the old man carefully watching his own handwriting, he asked, "Laozhang, please correct me a lot."
When the old man saw Wang Xizhi's sincerity, he said, "You held out your hand."
Wang Xizhi wondered what the old man was going to do. He saw that the old man was serious and didn't like joking, so he slowly reached over. The old man took the pen and said with a smile, "I see you are sincere in learning to write, so that you can understand a pen formula, which will play a role in the future." The old man finished, wrote a word on Wang Xizhi's palm, then nodded and said, "You will make progress faster." Say and go. Wang Xizhi quickly shouted, "Where is your husband's home?" Only heard a faint voice in the air: "White clouds on the roof ..."
Wang Xizhi saw that the palm of his hand was a word "forever". He compared, rowed, wrote and practiced, and finally realized that the strokes of square characters and the tricks of shelf structure were all embodied in this word "forever". Mr. Baiyun's teaching is really a good stroke! Since then, Wang Xizhi has practiced harder, and his calligraphy has become more free and easy, which is wonderful.
Later, when Wang Xizhi returned to Shaoxing and got together with literary friends in Lanting, he wrote a calligraphy treasure "Preface to Lanting Collection" which has been handed down through the ages. Wang Xizhi never forgot the word "Yong" written by Mr. Baiyun in Tiantai Mountain, and wrote a book "The Cave of the Yellow Suture" in good faith, which was placed in an abrupt and dangerous cave on the top of the mountain, and later generations called it "The Cave of the Yellow Suture". Today, some bold tourists have to climb the Huangjing Cave to see if Wang Xizhi's Huang Ting Jing is still hidden in the cave! Choosing a husband in the east bed
It was a long time ago. At that time, there was a great official named Chi Jian. He was a man who loved talents very much. In order to choose a suitable object for his daughter, Boss Xi had a lot of brains. Later, he learned that the Wangs' children were handsome and talented, so he wanted to narrow down the scope and choose one of these young people as his son-in-law. The news came that the children of the Wangs were excited and nervous. They had heard that Miss Xi had a good personality and talent. Who wouldn't want to marry her? So, one by one, they were carefully decorated and sat in the school, seemingly reading books, and their hearts had already flown.
However, there is one person who is different from others in the East Book Case. I saw that he was as casual as usual, as if there was no such thing at all, and he was still writing intently. On this day, the weather was not hot, but the young man was so hot that he unbuttoned his coat and showed his belly. Maybe he didn't have time to eat in the morning. While writing, he grabbed a bite of cold steamed bread and chewed it freely. His eyes were still staring at the calligraphy in front of him. The right hand holding the brush didn't loosen for a moment, and sometimes he hung up to write. That serious expression made people laugh.
Chi Jian sent his own representative to observe and understand in the school, and then he went back. In his view, the Wangs' children are all good, polite, young, handsome and talented, and it is almost impossible to say which is the best and which is the worst. However, to say that the performance is not so satisfactory, there is one. He bared his chest and abdomen, while writing, he was eating steamed bread, which looked too casual. It seemed that he didn't care at all about such an important matter as the boss's choice of son-in-law ...
This adult was interested in the young man who behaved "casually" in return. He inquired about the situation in detail, happily put his hands together and said, "This is the son-in-law I am looking for." What's going on here? Boss Xi believes that this young man does not take personal matters to heart, but concentrates on calligraphy, which is a promising performance. With such enthusiasm and fascination, he is not worried about becoming a talent.
guess who this young man is? It was none other than Wang Xizhi, and later he really became an outstanding calligrapher. This shows that the boss Xi has an eye. Incidentally, Wang Xizhi's wife and Chi Jian's daughter, who is also a calligrapher, are of great help to Wang Xizhi. Her son, Wang Xianzhi, later became a famous calligrapher, which also contributed to her.
Eating jiaozi
One day, Wang Xizhi passed by the market and saw a shop in jiaozi. There was a lot of noise and excitement. In particular, the two couplets by the door are particularly eye-catching, with the words "You can't get through this, you know the taste and come here often" written on the horizontal plaque "Duck jiaozi Shop". But the handwriting is dull and weak, lacking in kung fu.
after reading it, Wang Xizhi thought to himself, "Is this word Lai worthy of writing a plaque?"? Another thought: "if you can't get through this, you will know the taste and come often." -boy! Who on earth is buying and selling here, so boasting?
when you look closer, you see a cauldron with boiling water in the shop, which is located next to a low wall. Jiaozi wrapped in white flour,
like white birds, flew over the wall one by one, and just fell into the boiling cauldron. When the pot is full, the "bird" will be grounded without greeting. When this pot of jiaozi is cooked and fished out, the "birds" fly in line again, which is accurate.
Wang Xizhi was very surprised, so he conveniently took out some scattered silver coins, asked for a big bowl of jiaozi, and sat down. At this time, he discovered that jiaozi was exquisite and delicate, like a duck swimming in the water. It was a wonderful product! He picked up jiaozi with chopsticks, slowly put it to his mouth, and gently took a bite. Suddenly, the fragrance was fragrant and delicious. Unconsciously, I swallowed the big bowl of jiaozi.
After a hearty meal, Wang Xizhi said to himself, This duck jiaozi is really good! It's just that the handwriting of the couplet at the door is too poor to match this delicious jiaozi. Why don't I, Wang Xizhi, take this opportunity to write another couplet for them and live up to my coming here? Thinking of this, he asked the shop assistant, "Where is the shopkeeper?"
The shop assistant pointed to the low wall and said, "Hui Xianggong, the shopkeeper is behind the wall."
Wang Xizhi bypassed the low wall and saw an old woman with white hair sitting in front of the panel, rolling the dumpling skin and wrapping the dumpling stuffing by herself. It was done in a blink of an eye, and the action was extremely quick. More surprisingly, after the package was finished, the white-haired old woman threw jiaozi at the low wall, and the duck jiaozi climbed over the wall one by one.
Wang Xizhi was amazed by the superb skills of the old man. He hurried forward and asked, "Old man, how long will it take to practice with your deep kung fu?" The old man replied, "To tell you the truth, it takes fifty years to be proficient and a lifetime to be deeply familiar."
after hearing this, Wang Xizhi was silent for a while, as if he were tasting this sentence. Then he asked, "Your craftsmanship is so superb, why don't you ask someone to write a better pair at the door?"
the old man said with great enthusiasm; ""xianggong "didn't know that it's not that an old woman doesn't want to please, but it's not good to please! Some people just have a little fame in writing, but their eyes are up, so they are not willing to write for us ordinary people. In fact, in my opinion, their writing skills are not as deep as my throwing jiaozi! " The old man's work does not necessarily refer to Wang Xizhi, but Wang Xizhi felt irritable and ashamed when he heard this. So, he specially wrote a pair of couplets and respectfully gave them to the old man.
Wang Xizhi sells himself as a pawn
Author: Cao Dequan
Wang Xizhi, a great calligrapher in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, loves to travel around and walk into natural scenery. That spring,
he went to Hangzhou to visit his friends, walked to the ground in Suzhou, stepped on a stone bridge, and looked around. He saw a small village in front of him. The fluttering wine flag flashed in the afterglow of the sunset, the smoke from the kitchen rose slowly from the top of the hut, and the farmers in pairs walked to the village. What a beautiful picture! He was a little reluctant to return.
When I woke up the next day, I suddenly felt heavy on my head. When I went back to the library and lay down, I fell ill. The extremely well-known doctor from Suzhou
was invited to treat Wang Xizhi. Wang Xizhi was ill for a whole month. When I went out, I used up all my expenses, so I can't go to Hangzhou to see my friends. What should I do? He thought about it and suddenly remembered that there was a pawnshop opposite his hotel. He remembered that the word "pawn" was worn out. Why don't I write it as a pawn? It's a good idea, so I asked the book boy to spread paper and polish ink. He wrote a pawn, and asked extremely to take it as a pawn. The price was 3 taels of silver, not a penny less.
extremely bookish came to the pawnshop and unfolded Wang Xizhi's handwriting. When the boss saw that it was really a good word, he asked how much it was
. Extremely bookish said that it was not enough to lose a penny. The boss looked at it carefully and said, "A good word is a good word, only < P > it is ill, is it worth it?"
When the extremely bookish came back and told the boss what Wang Xizhi said, Wang Xizhi said, "Hey, I respect you, and you're a cow.
Good! I will write another one. " Wang Xizhi wrote another word, and asked the extremely young man to take it. When the boss looked at it, he said, "This is better than the word."