In the early morning of the next day, when it was just dawn, Zhu Pingan packed up quietly as usual, slung a cloth bag across his body and went out with a black wooden board.
The girl on the bed also habitually opened her hazy sleepy eyes. She was used to being woken up by a boy who went to bed late and got up early. The idiot thought that he would not disturb himself with his gentle steps, but he didn't know that he was soaked in the wind and rain. How sensitive.
Usually there are not many people around Taihu Lake. When Zhu Ping'an arrived at Taihu Lake this day, he saw someone sitting on Taihu Lake fishing early. It was an old man with white beard, sitting on the huge rock where he once practiced calligraphy. .
The old man must have encountered something troublesome, so he came to fish early in the morning to relax. Zhu Pingan thought so, so he didn't want to disturb the old man. Taihu Lake is so big, why worry about not being able to find the huge stone for practicing calligraphy, so Zhu Ping'an gently walked around the old man fishing and walked along the edge of Taihu Lake. Not far away, he found a piece of scattered stones by the lakeside. Sitting on a relatively low stone next to a slightly larger stone, I took out the black wooden board, brush and bamboo tube one by one, and started the day's morning exercises.
Zhu Ping'an was writing seriously on the black board with water when he suddenly felt something breathing around him. He looked up and saw the old fishing man standing in front of him, looking seriously.
This old man seems to be really bothered by something troublesome, otherwise why would he not go fishing and join in the fun by himself?
"How many years have you been practicing calligraphy like this?" The old fishing man stood in front of Zhu Pingan with a fishing rod in his hand. He was very curious about the young man who was practicing calligraphy on the black board with water dipped in water early in the morning. At this moment, Zhu Pingan saw him. , then asked with a smile while twisting his beard.
"It's been more than eight years since I started school." Zhu Pingan stopped writing and thought for a moment before replying.
"Why does the young man practice calligraphy like this?" the old fisherman asked curiously.
"When I was young, my family was poor, so practicing calligraphy like this could save a lot of pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, and my parents would also sweat less. As time went by, I started to like practicing calligraphy like this." Zhu Pingan did not mean to hide it, and explained casually. road.
"Oh." The old fisherman nodded, with more approval in his brows.
After a brief exchange, Zhu Pingan continued to practice calligraphy. The old fisherman also found a stone and sat aside to watch Zhu Pingan practice calligraphy with interest. It seemed that watching Zhu Pingan practice calligraphy was much more interesting than fishing.
Zhu Pingan practiced calligraphy calmly, as if the old fisherman sitting and watching did not exist.
When the red sun first rose and the sky became slightly brighter, Zhu Ping'an put away the black board and brush, took out a handwritten book from the schoolbag he carried across his body, and sat on the stone to read it carefully.
"Young man, I see that your calligraphy has already been mastered, and you are only one step away from entering the palace. However, if you continue to practice like this, I am afraid that this last step will not be easy."
The old fisherman saw that Zhu Pingan had put away the black board and writing brush, took out the book and hadn't read it yet. It would not disturb Zhu Pingan if he spoke at this time, so he said with regret.
For such a diligent and kind-hearted young man, the old fishing man wanted to help him.
Hearing this, Zhu Pingan's eyes lit up slightly. This old man also knew calligraphy. He also felt that he had encountered a bottleneck in his calligraphy practice recently. Although he made a little progress every day, there seemed to be a hurdle in front of him, like a towering cliff of a hundred feet, which was difficult to overcome. . At this moment, I saw that the old fisherman looked regretful, but he was full of confidence, as if he was trying to help him. Therefore, Zhu Pingan no longer hesitated.
"Please give me some advice, old man." Zhu Pingan stood up and bowed his hands.
The old fishing man waved his hand and motioned for Zhu Pingan to sit down and chat. He twirled his beard and said with a smile, "It's not a matter of giving advice, it's just a matter of experience."
"Practicing calligraphy pays attention to copying the calligraphy, copying the calligraphy, confronting the calligraphy, matching the calligraphy, and backing the calligraphy. If you want to practice calligraphy well, you must not only enter the calligraphy but also be able to produce the calligraphy." The old fishing man said with a gentle tone and rich experience, "I It seems that the young man has posted a post at this time, but the above is just an introduction. If you want to enter the palace, the above is not enough."
Zhu Ping'an sat aside, holding a book and listening carefully. Knowing that the old fisherman was about to get to the key point, he leaned forward slightly and raised his ears to listen carefully.
"Practicing calligraphy and copying is only superficial, but the important thing is to read and understand the calligraphy. Only then can you get the flesh and blood. Everyone likes to read the calligraphy. Cao Mengde of the Three Kingdoms and Ouyang Xun of the Tang Dynasty are the best among them. Read the calligraphy. We must start from one point at a time and carefully study and ponder the indescribable beauty of the ancients' brushwork, word formations, composition, momentum and charm. We must read out the three flavors in the book, form, flavor, spirit and emotion. When you read it, you will feel Only when it falls into the heart can it flow out of the hands and fall on the paper."
Seeing that Zhu Pingan listened carefully, the old fisherman also spoke more attentively, just like teaching his younger generations.
After hearing this, Zhu Ping'an felt as if he was enlightened. The insurmountable cliff also had a stone step, and it seemed that he could cross it by just picking up the steps.
"Thank you, old man, for your teaching." Zhu Pingan stood up again and bowed deeply with his hands in his hands.
With a gentle smile on his face, the old man accepted Zhu Pingan's gift, then took out a yellowed book from his arms and handed it to Zhu Pingan, saying, "This is a copy of the "Big Character Du Fu Scroll" by Zhang Jizhi of the Song Dynasty. Although it is a copy But there are nine points of similarity in spirit. You and I are also destined, so I will give this book to you."
Zhu Ping'an took a step back, shook his head slightly and said, "The old man keeps this book close to his body. He must be very fond of it. I have received a great favor from the old man's teachings just now, but this book does not dare to take away my love."
When the old fisherman saw that Zhu Pingan could refuse the temptation without blinking an eye, he was even more impressed and insisted on giving the copybook to Zhu Pingan.
"Good knives are given to heroes, and good sticks should also be given to people who know their stuff."
"The elders give it to you, so don't refuse it."
The old fisherman insisted on giving it to him. Zhu Pingan declined many times, but the old man still insisted. His face almost turned pale, so Zhu Pingan had no choice but to accept it and thanked the old man deeply again.
"Thank you for the gift, old man. Ping An will definitely not disgrace it. Oh, I haven't asked for the old man's name yet. The old man is so kind. He will never forget Ping An when he goes down the river."
The old fishing man waved his hand and said with a smile, "Why do we need to know each other when we meet? Young man, just study hard."
After saying that, the old fisherman smiled and left gracefully with his fishing rod.
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