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From Wanted Criminal to Calligrapher Home
Author: Lonely Black
Going through all the vicissitudes of life, dedicated to inheriting traditional Chinese culture
Updated on 2008-12-12 13:32:42 Word count: 7902
Going through a lifetime of vicissitudes, dedicated to inheriting traditional Chinese culture
From farmer to calligrapher
Interview with the founder of Kung Fu calligraphy - Zhang Laisheng
From wanted criminal to calligrapher
From boxing ring to CCTV
From martial arts gym to Diaoyutai State Guesthouse
From "China's First "One Soldier" to the world's number one dragon...
He sighed, those who know me say that I am worried, but those who don't know me say that I am worried.
What am I? beg? He smiles, the clouds talk and the wind is gentle, and the bright moon is seen when the clouds open. He turned around and continued walking...
On this journey, the lead has faded and all the vicissitudes of life have gone through; on this journey, the road is full of thorns and full of passion. Along the way, joy is joy, sadness is joy, joy is joy, and suffering is also joy. The thought-provoking journey, the incredible life, and the trajectory he has traveled are all about writing the word "human" in his heart and passing on the faith in his heart...
Introduction to Zhang Laisheng:
Zhang Laisheng's courtesy name was village native, his name was Zhang Dadao, and his bookstore was "Wenbaozhai". Shanxi is happy to hear about it. He is a member of the Chinese Calligraphers and Painters Association, a famous calligrapher, and the president of the China Yellow River Cursive Script Research Institute. He has written books such as "China's First Soldier", "Chinese Ancient Wrestling Book", and "Zhang Laisheng's Thousands of Cursive Scripts".
A not-so-poetic childhood
On February 24, 1959, the night in Zhongshe Village, Wenxi County, Yuncheng City, Shanxi Province was particularly peaceful, and the passing breeze passed gently through the window. Just when everyone thought that silence would spread infinitely over the night sky with its posture, the cry of "Wow wow" fell to the ground suddenly came from the house. A mother lovingly looked down at her baby, Zhang Laisheng, whose face was full of wrinkles due to premature birth. She smiled but also felt sad. This is the era of three years of natural disasters. Hunger is the only feeling left by man. God chose this time to bring him into this world. ...
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