In the early morning of the second 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 no people around Taihu Lake. When Zhu Pingan rushed to 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.
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This old man must have encountered something troublesome, because fishing is very particular. Fishing is all day long in spring and autumn. Good morning in summer and noon in winter. It is not yet early spring and the water temperature is still low. Fish are generally more active at noon when the water temperature is slightly higher.
, fishing is best at noon. But the old man came to fish early in the morning. He must have been disturbed by troubles, so he came to fish early in the morning to relax.
Taihu Lake is so big, why worry about not being able to find a 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.
A slightly larger stone sat on a relatively low stone next to it. He took out the black wooden board, brush and bamboo tube one by one, and started the day's morning exercises.
Zhu Pingan 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 about eight years since I started studying in China." 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 a child, my family was poor, so practicing calligraphy like this could save a lot of pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, and my parents could sweat less. Over time, I started to like practicing calligraphy like this." Zhu Pingan did not mean to hide it, and explained casually.
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"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 and the earth became slightly brighter, Zhu Pingan put away the black wooden board and the 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 and had taken out the book without reading it. He would not disturb Zhu Pingan by speaking at this time, so he said with regret.
For such a diligent and kind-hearted young man, the old fisherman 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, he saw that the old fisherman had a look of regret on his face, but he was full of confidence, as if he was trying to help him. So, Zhu Pingan no longer hesitated.
"Please give me some advice, please." 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, facing the calligraphy, copying the calligraphy, and backing the calligraphy. If you want to enter the calligraphy, you must also leave the calligraphy." The old fishing man said in a rather gentle tone, "I think the young man has already made the calligraphy, but the above is not enough.
It’s just an introduction. If you want to get into the palace, it’s not enough to do the above.”
Zhu Ping'an sat aside, holding a book and listening carefully. Knowing that the old fisherman was going to get to the key point, he leaned forward slightly and raised his ears to listen carefully.
"Practicing calligraphy requires not only copying and copying, but also reading. To learn books and comprehend them well, you must understand from the calligraphy. Some excellent calligraphy by ancient people do not necessarily need to be copied. What is more important is to read and comprehend, read carefully, and repeat
Appreciate and realize the laws and charm. In ancient times, everyone was good at reading posts. Cao Mengde of the Three Kingdoms, Ouyang Xun of the Tang Dynasty and others all liked reading posts. Reading posts is like making friends with the ancients and reaching resonance. Reading posts should start from one point to another.
, carefully study and ponder the beauty of ancient people’s writing, word-formation, composition, momentum, and charm. Books have three flavors: one is beautiful in form, the other is beautiful in spirit, and the third is beautiful in emotion. We must carefully understand and comprehend, accumulate a little into a big, and gradually absorb it.
Digest it, enter it with your eyes, and blend it with your heart. Only then can it rush to the bottom of your wrist and be enriched on paper. If your heart and hand are in harmony, you can get twice the result with half the effort. It is not impossible to enter the hall or even form your own sect."
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 destined to be together, 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 admired him even more 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, but Zhu Pingan declined it many times. However, the old man still insisted, and his face almost turned pale, so Zhu Pingan had no choice but to accept it and thanked the old man deeply.
"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 carefully."
After saying that, the old fisherman smiled and left gracefully with his fishing rod.