Huaisu lived in Changsha. He believed in Buddhism since he was a child. In his spare time, he was good at calligraphy after reciting sutras and practicing meditation. However, it is a pity that I could not see the wonderful handwriting of the ancients with my own eyes, and my understanding was very limited. So he carried a bookcase and a tin stick, and went west to visit the capital. When I go to see famous people of the time, I can synthesize all kinds of things I have seen and heard, including scattered classics and outstanding letters, which can open my mind and not feel stuck at all. The caviar paper and white silk were often stained with ink stains, which the scholar-bureaucrats did not think was strange. Yan Xingbu is a calligrapher with concise writing skills and clear discernment. He wrote an inscription of praise after my ink writing. Also, because Lu Xiang, the Secretary of the Secretariat, and Zhang Zhengyan, the junior uncle, wrote poems, they recorded their words: "Bodhisattva Huaisu, a hero among monks, has a cheerful and free spirit, and a broad spirit. He has accumulated years of meticulous pursuit of Cao Sheng; From the Yangtze River to the Five Mountains, his reputation is great. In the past, Wei Gongzhi, the minister of the Ministry of official affairs, saw my writing skills and encouraged me to achieve something; now, Mr. Zhang, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, said that he appreciated my ability to achieve high goals and not be limited. It was limited to guide for recreation; and companions who loved calligraphy wrote songs to praise it, and the scrolls were filled with manuscripts. Du Du and Cui Yuan began to be famous for their beauty. By the time of Boying, Especially the beauty of it was inherited by Yu Shinan and Lu Jian from his father to his son, and the oral instructions were passed on to Zhang Xu of Wu County. In the early years, Zhenqing often visited and stayed, and he was inspired and taught me how to write. Due to his poor temperament and being tied up in work, I failed to study seriously, so I never succeeded. When I see the master's writings, they are extraordinary in verticality and horizontality, and the speed of the writing is astonishing. If you can restore the original impression and perception, if you can get close to the master and accept the good temptation, and quickly seize the example, then who else will be the suitable guest except you! I lamented that it was not enough, so I wrote this at the beginning of the chapter." After that, he continued to write songs, poems and praises, constantly filling the boxes and boxes. Among those who described similar shapes, Zhang Libu said: "The writing is like a snake running towards the seat, and the sound of whirlwind and rain fills the hall." Lu Yuanwai said: "At first it was suspected that the light smoke was shaking the ancient pine, and then it appeared like a mountain blooming. Wanren Peak." Wang Yongzhouyong said: "The painting is like a dry vine shaking when a cold ape drinks water, like a strong iron stretched out by a strong man." Zhu Chushi said from afar: "The only thing I can see in the pen is the passing of electric shocks. It was written in such a way that it scared the dragon to move."
Li Yushizhou, who described the style of Tianji, said: "In the past, Zhang Xu wrote books, and people at that time called him 'Zhang Dian'; today Huai Su writes books. , I really want to call him a 'crazy monk'. Who can say that it is not possible to use madness to inherit Dian?" Zhang Gong also said: "Jishan He Lao (namely He Zhizhang) is only slightly famous, and Zhang Dian of Wu County once proclaimed himself a minister. Yu Shiyao said: "There is no certain criterion for novelty and interest. The ancient and thin handwriting is like water flowing out half of the time without ink. When I was drunk, I wrote two or three lines by hand, but when I woke up, I couldn't write it again." Dai Yushi Shulun said: "The hand is so beautiful With the heart as the teacher, the strokes become novel and the strange shapes are appropriate. Everyone wants to know the secret, but Huaisu himself says he doesn't know anything about it. After ten minutes, he got excited and let out a little breath. Then he shouted three or five times, filling the wall with tens of thousands of words. "Dai Gong said again: "The brush strokes were like running horses, and the people in the audience cried out. Not being able to write." The poem written by his uncle Si Xunyuanwailang goes like this: "The crane that flies far away has no companion to travel alone, and is entrusted to Taixu to watch. World, you can gain true knowledge while drunk." These are words full of encouragement, and the insights into mysteries are certainly not something that people who are frivolous and unreal would dare to take. They only increased my shame and fear. It was the twenty-eighth day of the tenth month of Dingsi winter in the Dali calendar.