One day, Xiao Xianzhi asked her mother Xi, "I only need to write for another three years, right?" Mom shook her head. "Five years of head office?" Mother shook her head again.
In desperation, he said to his mother, "How long do you think it will take?" "Remember, after you write this 18 jar of water in the yard, your handwriting will be strong, and you will stand straight." My father stood behind him when I turned around. Wang Xianzhi refused to accept it and said nothing. He gritted his teeth for five years and showed 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 raised, my father showed a satisfied expression, filled in a dot casually under the word "big", and then returned all the manuscripts to the dedication.
Xiaoxian was still not satisfied, so he showed all his calligraphy to his mother and said, "I practiced for another five years, completely according to my father's words." Look carefully, what's the difference between my dad and me? " Mother really looked at it carefully for three days, and finally pointed to the point added by Wang Xizhi under the word "big" and sighed and said, "My son has worn out three tanks of water, only a little like Xihe."
After listening to this, he was very discouraged and said weakly, "It's difficult! If this continues, when will there be 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 as you have in recent years, you will certainly achieve your goal! " After listening to the dedication, I was deeply moved and kept practicing. Everything comes to him who waits. He used 18 buckets of water to practice calligraphy, and calligraphy made rapid progress. Later, Wang Xianzhi's writing reached the level of penetrating paper and perfection. His ci is juxtaposed with Wang Xizhi and is called "Two Kings".
Mr. Ouyang Xiu's father died when he was four years old. His family is poor and has no money to study. The wife wrote on the beach with a reed pole and taught him to write. And taught him to read many ancient chapters. When I am old and have no books to read at home, I go to a nearby reader's house to borrow books, and sometimes I copy them. In this way, day and night, sleepless, just concentrate on reading. Poems and essays written since childhood are written at the level of adults, so high.
According to legend, Yinshan in Sui Dynasty had a Yongxing Temple. The exorcist in the temple is called Zhi Yong and Ji Fa, and everyone calls him "Yong Zen Master". Monk Zhiyong is the seventh grandson of Wang Xizhi, the "book saint" in the Jin Dynasty. He inherited the calligraphy of his ancestors, but he always thought that his calligraphy skill was far less than that of his ancestors Wang Xizhi. To this end, he was so angry that he wrote thousands of brushes when practicing calligraphy. It is said that whenever a wise and brave monk wrote 65,438+0,000 bald pens, he tied them into a bundle, put them in an urn, buried them in the ground and piled them into a grave, which is called "returning pens".
The calligraphy of meddlesome and brave monks was very famous in the Sui Dynasty. In his later years, The Thousand Characters of True Grass was distributed to temples in eastern Zhejiang, which was regarded as a treasure by Buddhists. For its Mo Bao, Yongxing Temple was crowded with people, and even the threshold of the temple was trampled. So the wise monk asked someone to outsource the iron threshold, which was trampled by countless people who came here. Finally, the wise monk changed the threshold of the temple into a "stone threshold", which naturally stood the test.
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