I write a 2-word story in a hurry
Zu Ti in the Jin Dynasty was an open-minded and ambitious man. But when he was a child, he was a naughty boy who didn't like reading. When he entered his youth, he realized his lack of knowledge and felt that he could not serve his country without reading, so he began to study hard. He read books extensively and studied history seriously, so he began to read books vigorously. He read books extensively and studied history seriously, from which he learned a wealth of knowledge and made great progress in his knowledge. He has been in and out of Luoyang, Kyoto several times, and people who have contacted him all say that Zu Ti is a talented person who can assist the emperor in governing the country. When Zu Ti was 24 years old, he was recommended to be a lawyer, but he didn't agree. He still studied tirelessly.
Later, Zu Ti and Liu Kunyizhi, a good friend from childhood, served as the chief book of the state. He and Liu Kun have deep feelings. They not only lie in the same bed and sleep together, but also have the same lofty ideal: making contributions, rejuvenating the State of Jin and becoming a pillar of the country.
once, in the middle of the night, Zu Ti heard a rooster crow in his sleep. He kicked Liu Kun awake and said to him, "Everyone else thinks it's unlucky to hear a rooster crow in the middle of the night. I don't think so. Why don't we just get up and practice sword after hearing a rooster crow?" Liu Kun readily agreed. So every day after the cock crows, they get up and practice swords, and the sword lights fly and the sword sounds sonorous. Spring goes to winter, cold comes to summer, and never stops. Everything comes to him who waits. After long-term hard study and training, they finally become all-rounders who can write good articles and lead troops to win the battle. Zu Ti was named General Zhenxi, realizing his desire to serve the country. Liu Kun became the commander-in-chief in charge of the military affairs in the three states of Hebei and Youzhou, and also gave full play to his literary talent and military skills. Today is Saturday, and mom and dad still go to work as usual. The house was deserted and I was the only one, so I picked up a book to read.
while I was watching, I was awakened by a birdsong. I went to the balcony curiously, looking for a bird, and finally found a bird in a flowerpot.
I picked up the bird carefully and walked towards the house. This bird should have just been born. Maybe he accidentally fell into a flowerpot when he wanted to practice flying, which made his right leg ooze bright red blood. I quickly took a cloth and a hemostatic patch to treat it. I looked at it carefully again, with a slippery, yellow and tender body, a pair of black grape eyes and a sharp and small mouth. On the whole, it's really a lovely bird.
I made it a warm home, so that it can sleep comfortably and move more conveniently.
After my parents got off work, I told them what happened today, and they all praised me as a caring boy.
In this way, after a few days, my relationship with the bird became better and better, and I became familiar with it. Sometimes when I was unhappy, it rubbed my face with its smooth body or sang a touching song for me, which made me forget all the unhappy things in five seconds.
but it didn't last long. One day, I heard two birds chirping in the bird's house. In order to find out the truth, I climbed out of bed and looked at it. It turned out that the mother bird was pulling the bird home. The bird suddenly turned around, looked at me, bit off a feather and gave it to me, and then chirped, I know what it is saying, just to make me not sad. Although it is gone, it will never forget me. If I miss it, I'll pick up my feathers and think back to the days when I was together, so it's like it's always by my side.
Before the bird leaves, I let it eat the corn kernels I made for it, which is equivalent to a farewell ceremony, only to see it wolfing down. After eating, he looked back at me from time to time when he waved his wings at me and flew away. I was very sad at that time and wished it was a nightmare. Just wave hard at it. Actually, a lot of tears have accumulated in my eyes, but I gritted my teeth and tried not to cry, holding the feather tightly with my hand < P > On the night when the bird left, I suddenly burst into tears uncontrollably. Mom and dad comforted me and said that if you want to cry, cry loudly! This is more pleasant. Keep this memory in your mind and cheer yourself up without thinking about it.
From now on, when I encounter difficulties or troubles, I will pick up the feather and stroke it again, just like stroking a bird, only feeling a twinge of sour nose.
One day, I was lying in bed with no choice but to close my eyes. I only heard a bird chirping, and then I kept chirping outside. I immediately got out of bed and opened the door. I saw a bird coming at me. Why is it so familiar? Ah! It turns out that it is the bird I miss so much. I smiled happily because I can spend a happy day with the bird again!
Ⅱ. Stories about calligraphy
Wang Xizhi was a great calligrapher in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He was born in the
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
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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, and she also contributed to it.