There is a small swimming pool next to his home. He often washes brushes and inkstones in this pool. Later, the water in the small pool turned black, so people called this small pool "Mo Chi".
After growing up, Wang Xizhi's handwriting is quite good, but he still insists on practicing every day. One day, he was so absorbed in practicing calligraphy in his study that he forgot to eat.
Faced with this situation, Wang Xizhi's wife was very distressed by her husband and asked the maid to send Wang Xizhi's favorite garlic paste and steamed bread to urge him to eat, but Wang Xizhi still buried himself in writing, as if she didn't hear it.
The maid had no choice but to tell her ladyship. When the lady and the servant girl came to the study, they found Wang Xizhi holding a steamed bread covered with ink and stuffing it into his mouth, which made the corners of his mouth black. They couldn't help laughing. It turned out that Wang Xizhi was practicing calligraphy while eating, and when his eyes were still looking at calligraphy, he accidentally dipped the ink into garlic paste.
The lady said to Wang Xizhi with distress, "You should take care! Your handwriting is very good. Why do you practice so hard? "
Wang Xizhi looked up and replied, "Although my handwriting is good, it is all written on the basis of the past. If I want to have my own writing style and be self-contained, I have to work hard. "
After a period of hard exploration, Wang Xizhi finally wrote a beautiful and smooth new font. Everyone praised his calligraphy as relaxed as Cai Yun and vigorous as a dragonfly, and he was also considered as one of the outstanding calligraphers in the history of China.
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Wang Xizhi likes calligraphy since he was a child. After decades of hard work, his calligraphy art has finally reached the peak of transcendence and is known as the "book saint". When Wang Xizhi 13 years old, he happened to find that his father had a calligraphy book of Shuo, and he stole it. His father worried that he was too young to keep the secret of the family heirloom and promised that he would teach when he grew up.
Unexpectedly, Wang Xizhi knelt down and asked his father to allow him to study now. His father was very moved and finally agreed to his request. Wang Xizhi practiced calligraphy very hard, even eating and walking, and he really kept practicing. Without pen and paper, he scratched on his body, and over time, his clothes were cut.
Sometimes I practice my handwriting to the point of forgetfulness. Once, he forgot to eat when he practiced calligraphy, and his family sent the meal to the study. Without thinking about it, he took the steamed bun dipped in ink and ate it, still feeling delicious. It was already dark when the family found out.