Liu Gongquan was smart when he was a child and loved calligraphy. He writes very well. He often shows off in front of others and always thinks he writes well. One day, an old man selling tofu felt that Xiao Gongquan was too proud to say, "Your handwriting is not good, like my tofu, soft and boneless." Is it worth boasting in front of people? " Hearing this, Hsiao Kung chuan said unhappily, "Write some words for me if you can." The old man smiled and said, "I dare not, I dare not. I'm just a clown. I can't write. However, some people write much better with their feet! " Go to the city if you don't believe me. "
The next day, Xiao Gongquan got a vigil and went to town alone. As soon as I entered the city, I saw many people gathered around a big locust tree. He squeezed into the crowd and saw a disabled old man who had lost his arms sitting on the ground, barefoot, with his left foot pressing paper and his right foot holding a pen and writing couplets, which was handy. His calligraphy, like galloping horses and dancing dragons and phoenixes, won the cheers of onlookers. Xiao Gongquan plopped down in front of the old man and said sincerely, "I want to worship you as a teacher, please teach me the secret of writing ..." The old man quickly pulled Xiao Gongquan up with his feet and said, "I was born without hands, so I have to live by my feet skillfully. How can I be a teacher? " Xiao Gongquan begged, and the old man had no choice but to spread a piece of paper on the ground and write a few words with his right foot: "Write eight cylinders of water, and the inkstone will be black;" When you win hundreds of parents, you will get a phoenix in Yi Long. " After writing, I gave this paper to Xiao Gongquan.
Xiao Gongquan keeps the old man's words in mind, and often takes out the old man's words to remind himself to be angry and to practice calligraphy. Thick cocoons were ground on the hands and the elbows were patched layer by layer. After decades of hard work, Liu Gongquan finally became a famous calligrapher in China.