He asked, Grandma, how is your fan business? You're welcome, grandma. Objectively speaking, you are humorous. I have sold so many fans here that I haven't sold them all day. If this situation continues, there will be no food in our house.
Wang Xizhi said, stop complaining, old woman. I'll teach you a good way to ensure that these fans can buy good prices and make you a lot of money. Then write an inscription on the fan bought by the old lady. The old lady didn't know it was a great calligrapher.
I grabbed the pen from Wang Xizhi. I said, sir, are you here to make trouble? I haven't sold this clean fan. Come and write it down for me. Who should I sell it to?
Wang Xizhi said, don't worry. After I finish writing, you only need to shout when you sell Wang Xizhi's body fan. I guarantee that each can be sold at 100 yuan. When the old woman heard this magic trick, she took a dubious attitude and asked Wang Xizhi to write a few.
When people heard that it was Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, they all bought it. The original fan was robbed at that time. The old lady wants to know whether it is really God who wants to help me. The next day, the old lady waited for Wang Xizhi to write for herself. Wang Xizhi is not very happy.
I think I wanted to help you yesterday, so I came up with this plan. Now you beg me just to make money, but there is no way. Wang Xizhi wrote several songs for the old lady, which sold well. Later, Wang Xizhi crossed the bridge. If he saw his mother-in-law still selling fans there, he would make a detour to avoid it.
There is a Taoist priest in Yinshan. He wants Wang Xizhi to write a moral classic for him. But he knew that Wang Xizhi would not copy scriptures for others easily. Later, he learned that Wang Xizhi liked white geese, so he specially raised a group of great white geese with good varieties.
Wang Xizhi heard that there were good geese in Taoism, so he really went to see them. When he approached the Taoist house, he saw a flock of geese floating leisurely on the water in the river, with white feathers and high red tops, which was really lovable.
Wang Xizhi watched by the river and was reluctant to leave, so he sent someone to find a Taoist priest and asked to sell him the goose. The Taoist smiled and said, "Since the princes like it so much, they don't have to spend money. I'll give you all these geese.
But I have a request, please write a volume of scriptures for me. "Wang Xizhi did not hesitate to copy a volume of scriptures to the Taoist priest at that time, and the goose was taken back by Wang Xizhi.
3. One night, Wang Xizhi was practicing calligraphy under the lamp, and he wrote one piece of white paper after another and spread it all over the floor. Late at night, he looked and thought word for word. He was too tired to practice, holding a pen and leaning against the case.
Suddenly, after a breeze, a white cloud floated by. An old man with a silver moustache smiled and said, "Your handwriting is good!" " ""where, where! " Wang Xizhi offered to sit down and answered modestly.
Seeing the old man carefully looking at his handwriting, he asked, "Old man, please correct me." The old man saw Wang Xizhi's sincerity and said, "You reach out." Wang Xizhi doesn't know what the old man is going to do.
Seeing that the old man was serious and didn't like joking, he slowly reached over. The old man held hands and said with a smile, "I think you are sincere in learning to write, so that you can understand a brushwork and will have your own role in the future."
When the old man finished, he wrote a word on Wang Xizhi's palm, then nodded and said, "You will make faster progress." Just say it and leave. Wang Xizhi quickly shouted, "Where is your husband's house?" I heard a faint voice in the air: "White clouds on the roof ..."
Wang Xizhi saw at a glance that his palm was "forever". He compared, rowed, wrote and practiced, and finally realized that the strokes of the square characters and the tricks of the shelf structure were all embodied in the word "forever".
Professor Baiyun's skill is really good! From then on, Wang Xizhi practiced calligraphy harder and his calligraphy was more free and wonderful. Later, Wang Xizhi returned to Shaoxing, met with literary friends in Lanting, and wrote the calligraphy treasure "Preface to Lanting".
Wang Xizhi never forgot the word "Yong" inscribed by Mr. Baiyun Mountain, and wrote a book "Huang Ting Jing" in good faith, which was placed in a sudden and steep cave on the top of the mountain, and was later called "Huang Ting Cave".
On one occasion, Wang Xizhi was practicing calligraphy seriously, and even the steamed bread and garlic juice brought by the girl were not found beside him. The girl told Mr. Wang to eat quickly so as not to make himself hungry. As a result, Wang Xizhi still concentrated on practicing calligraphy.
When the maid saw it, she ran to Mrs. Wang Xizhi to help her explain the situation. This lady is very worried. She was afraid that her husband would be addicted to tea and rice because of practicing calligraphy, and then hurt herself, so she took the maid to persuade him.
Who knows that Wang Xizhi is eating steamed bread with ink? Both the lady and the girl laughed. The girl said, Sir, do you think steamed bread today is different from the past? Wang Xizhi put down his pen and said thoughtfully.
This sauce seems delicious. Wang Xizhi, who devoted himself to writing, actually used ink as garlic juice, but Wang Xizhi himself didn't seem to notice it at all.
My wife rushed forward to grab the steamed bread and said with distress, your handwriting is so beautiful, why do you have to practice until you forget to eat and sleep? Wang Xizhi said, "My words are all imitated by others. Now I want to create my own words."
After a long period of practice, Wang Xizhi finally made his calligraphy unique. He finally got rid of the brand of imitating others and became an imitated existence by later generations.
One day, I found a book called Bi Tan under my father's pillow, which is all about writing methods. He peeked at it with joy.
Just as I was studying hard, my father came and asked, "Why did you steal the secretary from under my pillow?" Xihe just laughed. Mother wanted to smooth things over for him, and put in a sentence from the side: "Do you want to find out how to use a pen?"
Father thought he was too young to read, so he took the book back and said to him, "I'll teach you to read when you grow up." Wang Xizhi said unhappily, "Tell me when you are happy. When I grow up, I will pay attention to brushwork.
Then I've lived in vain these years, haven't I? Let me study now, lest I don't know how to grope around. "Father heard him right and gave him the book.
Therefore, Wang Xizhi practiced hard every day according to the methods mentioned in the book, and soon, his calligraphy made remarkable progress. However, Wang Xizhi is not satisfied with the existing progress. Once, he saw the handwriting of Zhang Zhi, a calligrapher in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and he couldn't put it down.
Zhang Zhi's cursive script is so good that people call him "the sage of grass". Wang Xizhi not only worships his calligraphy, but also admires his indomitable spirit of "learning in a pool, learning in a pool is dark". In a letter to a friend.
Wang Xizhi wrote: "Zhang Zhi practiced calligraphy with the water in the pond, and even the water in the pond turned black. If people practice so hard, they may not catch up with Zhang Zhi. "
From then on, Wang Xizhi doodled every day, and after finishing writing, he went to the pool at the door to rinse his pen. Over time, the water in the pool turned black, so people called this pool "Mo Chi".