Cui's Inspiration to My Calligraphy (Cui)

1977, Grade 2. Once, a composition was praised by name, and the Chinese teacher recited some wonderful paragraphs when commenting. That beauty in my heart at that time! Don't mention how excited you are. But later, the teacher changed the subject and said that the pen was written like a chicken kick! Under a blow, the mood of flying in the sky was suddenly thrown to the ground. You can think of the following points: determination, hard work and good pen writing. Later, the composition was praised, and it was not immediately criticized for using the pen. It seems to be that summer vacation, it should be 1977. One day in August, some classmates and I caught sparrows outside the back wall of the staff canteen. When I walked past a window, I glanced at it and saw a blank piece of paper with a brush font that I had never seen before. I looked at the windowsill for a long time and guessed a few words. Then I read it in combination with the next sentence. It turned out to be Chairman Mao's Seven Laws. The Long March "The Red Army is not afraid of expeditions ..." I was very excited at that time, and the antique and aesthetic feeling of the font simply shocked me. It took a long time to know that the font was seal script. Since then, Chairman Mao's poem of seal script has often flashed in my mind.

In the center of Dongting Lake, there is an island with dozens of square kilometers called Chishan Island. It is said that he once lived in seclusion in the deep place of Shidao. There is a prison in the northwest corner of the island, which is called the first prison in Hunan Province. My father is a policeman in this prison, and he teaches children in prison. Because I loved painting since I was a child, in the second half of 1977, my father asked Chen Jinquan, a prisoner who graduated from the Oil Painting Department of Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts and served his sentence under his father after breaking the law, to learn sketch and color. I studied intermittently for a year and a half, but I couldn't get into the Academy of Fine Arts because of the blocked information and poor traffic. At that time, I especially admired Tang Xiaoming and Lie Bin.

I began to study science in my second year of high school, and took the college entrance examination in July 1979. My score is 0/3 from the admission line/kloc-and I am called Sun Shan. After graduating from high school, I was unemployed at home. I had nothing to do and began to practice calligraphy. Without copybooks, I copied the titles of novels and poems in PLA literary magazines and people's literature. At that time, I especially admired the author who wrote the title of the article for the People's Liberation Army Literature and Art, but now I can't remember the name of the calligrapher. One day in September, I saw an advertisement in the newspaper saying that I could subscribe to a magazine called Calligraphy from the post office. I asked my father for a few dollars and went to the prison post office to clamor for a subscription to calligraphy magazines. At this time, a gentleman who looks over 50 years old and has a straight body and some literati temperament said to him, "Kid, the calligraphy magazine was issued by Xinhua Bookstore, but the post office didn't order it." Holding a newspaper with a subscription notice in his hand, he proudly said to him, "Well, it will be sent from the post office next year." "Oh, I don't know. I bought some books in Wuhan Xinhua Bookstore. Do you like writing brush strokes? There are many copybooks there. If you want to read them, go home after dinner! " I looked at him and paused. Really, who are you? Don't you know calligraphy-I'm asking in secret.

When I got home, I asked my father, his name is Wang Xian Wang Gui. He is over 60 years old and still single. He was one of the Kuomintang war criminals who was pardoned in prison in 75. He is a major general and a civilian. After he got out of prison, he didn't go back to his hometown and worked as a boiler burner in prison. Because he is very learned, everyone calls him Mr. Wang. I see. I'm so happy. It seems that God helped me. I have a door to learn calligraphy!

After dinner that day, I took some copied "title books" and went to find Mr. Wang according to his position. As soon as I entered the door, I was shocked. Isn't this the house where I saw Chairman Mao's poems in seal script two years ago? What a coincidence! After chatting, I finally know that seal script is the work of Mr. Wang, which makes me feel amazing. Immediately decided to worship him as a teacher to learn calligraphy.