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The Story of Liu Gongquan's Inspirational Writing Practice

Liu Gongquan's handwriting was not good when he was a child, and he was often criticized by his teacher and father. He listened to their teachings with an open mind. After a year of hard work, his handwriting made great progress and was praised by teachers. Praise the number of times, Liu Gongquan also feel great. One day, Liu Gongquan and several friends held a big block letter writing competition. He wrote an article quickly, thinking that he was sure to win the championship, and his face showed a triumphant look. An old man selling tofu saw that Liu Gongquan was so immodest and wanted to pour some cold water on him. He went over to him and said, "There is a man in Huayuan City who writes with his feet, and he writes better than you." Liu Gongquan listened to a little unconvinced and arrived at Huayuan City early the next morning. He saw with his own eyes that the armless old man pressed the paper lying on the ground with his left foot, clamped the writing brush with his right foot, and wrote couplets while galloping, and the words he wrote were many times better than he didn't know. He calmed down and thought that his little achievement was nothing. He sincerely said to the armless old man, "Liu Gongquan is willing to worship you as a teacher and ask the teacher to tell the students the secret of writing." The armless old man pondered for a moment and wrote him four sentences: "Write eight jars of water, and the inkstone will stain the waterlogged pool black, and win over hundreds of parents before the dragon and phoenix fly." The old man explained, "This is the secret of my writing. I have been practicing writing with my feet for more than 5 years. I used up eight vats of water to grind ink and practice calligraphy. Every day after I finished writing, I washed the inkstone in a half-acre pond, and the water in the pond was dyed black. But there are days behind, mountains beyond, and my handwriting is far from perfect! " Liu Gongquan firmly remembers the old man's words. From then on, he practiced calligraphy more diligently. He collected the words of many ancient calligraphers, pondered them over and over again, and absorbed the strengths of each family. He often visited the famous calligraphers at that time and asked them for advice modestly. He also often asks classmates, relatives and strangers to point out their shortcomings in calligraphy. Liu Gongquan studied hard in the field of calligraphy insatiably and finally became a famous calligrapher at that time. . One day, Liu Gongquan and several friends held a "book party". At this time, an old man selling tofu saw the words he wrote, "I can write about Feifeng's family and dare to boast in front of people." He felt that the child was too proud and frowned and said, "This word is not well written, just like my tofu, it's soft and flat, and it's spineless. Is it worth boasting in front of people?" Hearing this, Xiao Gongquan said unhappily, "If you have the ability, please write a few words for me to see."

The old man smiled heartily and said, "I dare not, I dare not, I am a clown, and I can't write well. However, some people write with their feet much better than you! If you don't believe me, go to Huajing. "

The next day, Xiao Gongquan got up the fifth watch and went to Huajing alone. As soon as he entered the capital of China, he saw many people surrounded by a big locust tree. He squeezed into the crowd and saw a black and thin old man with no arms, barefoot, sitting on the ground, his left foot pressing paper and his right foot holding a pen, writing couplets with ease, and the handwriting in his pen was like galloping horses and dancing while dragons and phoenixes, which won applause from onlookers.

Xiao Gongquan plopped down on his knees in front of the old man and said, "I would like to worship you as a teacher, please tell me the secret of writing ..." The old man hurriedly pulled Xiao Gongquan up with his feet and said, "I am a lonely man, born without hands, so I have to live by my feet skillfully. How can I be a teacher?" Xiao Gongquan begged, and the old man spread a piece of paper on the ground and wrote a few words with his right foot:

"Write eight jars of water, and the inkstone will stain the pool black; When you win hundreds of parents, you will get a dragon and a phoenix. "

Liu Gongquan took the old man's words to heart, and worked hard to practice calligraphy from then on. Thick cocoons were ground on the hands, and the elbows were patched layer by layer. After hard training, Liu Gongquan finally became a famous calligrapher in China.

Liu Gongquan is a famous calligrapher in China. His handwriting is clear and straight, which is respected and studied by later scholars. Why can he achieve such success? The above passage answers this question. At first, he thought his handwriting was outstanding, and he wrote the words "I can write Feifeng's family and dare to boast in front of others", which shows his pride. However, when the old man deliberately satirized Liu Gongquan's words as "tofu, soft and flat, spineless" in his burden, Liu Gongquan was extremely angry. "If you have the ability, please write a few words for me to see." The pride is beyond words. When the old man challenged him with the words "Some people write much better with their feet", Liu Gongquan didn't fly into a rage. However, from his action of "starting a vigil the next day and going to Huajing alone", we can also see that he is not convinced, which is the pride of writing about Liu Gongquan. When Liu Gongquan entered Huajing, he saw "a black and thin old man without arms" and "writing couplets with ease", and his handwriting was "like horses galloping and while flying". So, he was dumbfounded, "plopped down in front of the old man" and "begged" to worship him as a teacher. Here, a "shock", "kneeling" and "begging" fully showed the change of Liu Gongquan's thought, and the pride was swept away. When the old man told Liu Gongquan the "secret" of writing, he suddenly realized that "from then on, he worked hard to practice calligraphy" and finally became a generation of famous artists.