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Fang zhe called the children out of the room. Yunduo went to the kitchen to bring out some snacks and fruits, and made a pot of flower tea. Because at night, Yunduo was afraid that the children would not sleep well, so he made all kinds of flower tea at night.
In particular, cloud's own production of medlar chrysanthemum tea, when the bubble inside a few with a core of longan, will definitely have a good night's sleep.
After several children came out of the house, they saw the tea brought out by the cloud and surrounded them with excitement. However, the cloud told them to wait for a while to eat, and the flower tea had to be brewed for a while. Let them see what's on the table in the living room first.
"Be careful. Don't break it." Fang zhe saw Yunchen's claws on his most precious Liuti Buddhist Scripture and cried out.
Yunchen retracts his hand. Isn't it a book? As for it.
As if he knew what Yunchen thought, Fang zhe flicked Yunchen's head, "smelly boy, this is a national treasure, you know? If you are not careful, it will be damaged. " Then Fang zhe took a look at the cloud. The cloud couldn't help but look back at him. This guy, that silk doesn't blame her. It's true.
Fang zhe smiles, and then begins to show the children the antiques. First, he shows them the porcelain. Tell them that some of the porcelains are estimated to be from the Tang and Song Dynasties, especially the beautiful secret porcelains. They are shining with brilliant colors, and the feeling of green is like dripping out. Several children are holding to see, mouth also praise the wisdom of the ancients.
Looking at some of the fine porcelains, Fang zhecai put the books on the table for the children to watch.
Open the book, a long breath of years, no ink, but it seems to be able to smell, we all quietly watch, Fang zhe also did not open all, on the whole to show you, let them feel the breath of history. Put away a few books and treasure, it seems that there is no space, he is a little worried about gain and loss.
When the cloud saw that they had read a good book, it called everyone over for tea and snacks. After eating snacks, we discussed the harvest again. Fang zhe got interested and decided to tell you about Liu Gongquan's life.
When Liu Gongquan was a child, his handwriting was very bad. He was often scolded by his husband and father for his big handwriting. The little public power is very strong, and he is determined to practice calligraphy well. After more than a year of hard work day and night, his handwriting has greatly improved. Compared with Liu Jiayuan's younger friends, Gongquan's handwriting has become the best in the village. Since then, his big words have been praised by his classmates and teachers, and even his stern father's face has a smile. Xiaogongquan is very proud.
Liu Gongquan and his friends set up a square table under the old mulberry tree beside the village to hold a "book meeting" and agreed that each of them would write a regular script to watch the competition. Public power soon wrote an article. At this time, an old man selling bean curd put down his burden and went to the mulberry tree to have a rest. He was very interested to see the children practicing calligraphy. Liu Gongquan handed over what he had written and said, "grandfather, do you think I write well?" The old man took a look, only to see that it was "can write feifeng family, dare to boast in front of people." The old man thought the child was too proud. He frowned and pondered for a while before he said, "I don't think it's a good word. It's not worth praising in front of people. It's like the bean curd brain in my burden. It's soft, weak and shapeless. Is it worth praising in front of people? " Several little friends stopped to listen carefully to the old man's comments. Seeing that the old man had made a mess of his words, Xiao Gongquan said unconvinced: "people say my words are good, but you can't say it well. If you have the ability, you can write a few words for me to see!"
The old man gave a hearty smile and said, "I don't dare, I don't dare! My old man is a rough man and can't write well. However, some people use their feet to write much better than you! If you don't believe it, go to Huajing and have a look! "
At first, xiaogongquan was very angry and thought that the old man was scolding him. Later, thinking of the old man's kind face, hearty laughter, and not much like scolding him, he decided to go to Huajing city to have a look. Huajing city is more than 40 miles away from liujiayuan. The next day, he got up at the fifth shift and left a note for his family. Carrying a steamed bun bag, he went to Beijing alone.
As soon as Liu Gongquan entered Shoumen, the capital of China, he saw a big Sophora tree on the North Street. Under the white cloth, there were three big characters "calligraphy and painting soup" written on it. The characters were vigorous and powerful, and the strokes were vigorous and natural. Under the tree surrounded by many people, he crowded into the crowd to see, can not help but be stunned. I saw a black and thin deformed old man, with no arms, sitting on the ground with bare feet. His left foot pressed the paper on the ground, and his right foot picked up a large piece of paper. He was writing couplets freely. His writing is like the galloping of horses and the dancing of dragons and Phoenix, which has won the applause of the onlookers.
Xiaogongquan realized that the old man who sold tofu didn't lie. He was so ashamed that he thought: compared with the old man who wrote and painted soup, I'm far behind. He knelt down in front of the old man and said, "I'd like to worship you as my teacher. My name is Liu Gongquan. Please accept me. May the master tell me the secret of writing..." the old man put down his pen in a hurry, pulled up Xiao Gongquan with his feet and said, "I'm a lonely and deformed man. I was born without hands and can't survive, so I have to live by my feet. Even if you can write a few crooked words, how can you be a good teacher? "
Little Gongquan begged again and again, and then he spread a piece of paper on the ground, picked up the pen with his right foot, and wrote: "write all eight jars of water, and the inkstone is black in the Waterloo pool; To win over a hundred parents is to win the dragon and the Phoenix. "
The old man said to Gongquan, "this is the secret of my writing. I have practiced writing with my feet for more than 50 years since I was a child. My family has a big tank that can hold eight loads of water. I used up eight tanks of water when I was practicing calligraphy. There is a half acre Waterloo pool outside my wall. After writing every day, I wash inkstones in the pool. The water in the pool is black. But my handwriting is far from perfect! "
Liu Gongquan firmly engraved the old man's words in his heart. He deeply thanks the old man and then reluctantly went back.
Since then, Liu Gongquan worked hard to practice calligraphy. He had a thick cocoon on his hand and mended his elbow layer after layer. He learned the Qing Jin and Feng Fei of facial style, the cheerful and square run of European style, the bold and unrestrained of calligraphy and painting soup, and the graceful and charming of palace style. He often watched people peel cattle and pick sheep, studied the skeleton structure, and got inspiration from it. He also observed the wild geese in the sky, the fish in the water, the running milu deer, and the runaway horses, casting all kinds of beautiful forms of nature into the art of calligraphy.
Liu Gongquan finally became a famous calligrapher in Tang Dynasty. His characters, with rigorous structure, combination of hardness and softness, broad and open, are cherished by the calligraphy circle and are known as "Yan Jin Liu Gu". However, Liu Gongquan was still very dissatisfied with his handwriting. In his later years, he lived in seclusion in the stork magpie Valley (now known as Liugou) in the south of Huajing City, studying calligraphy and practicing calligraphy diligently until his death at the age of 88.
After hearing this, the three children felt thoughtful. Fang zhe looked at them with a smile and said nothing. The only way to understand this is to absorb it and benefit them for a lifetime. The road of cultivation is not easy. Only by straightening out one's mind can one gain something.
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Fang zhe called the children out of the room. Yunduo went to the kitchen to bring out some snacks and fruits, and made a pot of flower tea. Because at night, Yunduo was afraid that the children would not sleep well, so he made all kinds of flower tea at night.
In particular, cloud's own production of medlar chrysanthemum tea, when the bubble inside a few with a core of longan, will definitely have a good night's sleep.
After several children came out of the house, they saw the tea brought out by the cloud and surrounded them with excitement. However, the cloud told them to wait for a while to eat, and the flower tea had to be brewed for a while. Let them see what's on the table in the living room first.
"Be careful. Don't break it." Fang zhe saw Yunchen's claws on his most precious Liuti Buddhist Scripture and cried out.
Yunchen retracts his hand. Isn't it a book? As for it.
As if he knew what Yunchen thought, Fang zhe flicked Yunchen's head, "smelly boy, this is a national treasure, you know? If you are not careful, it will be damaged. " Then Fang zhe took a look at the cloud. The cloud couldn't help but look back at him. This guy, that silk doesn't blame her. It's true.
Fang zhe smiles, and then begins to show the children the antiques. First, he shows them the porcelain. Tell them that some of the porcelains are estimated to be from the Tang and Song Dynasties, especially the beautiful secret porcelains. They are shining with brilliant colors, and the feeling of green is like dripping out. Several children are holding to see, mouth also praise the wisdom of the ancients.
Looking at some of the fine porcelains, Fang zhecai put the books on the table for the children to watch.
Open the book, a long breath of years, no ink, but it seems to be able to smell, we all quietly watch, Fang zhe also did not open all, on the whole to show you, let them feel the breath of history. Put away a few books and treasure, it seems that there is no space, he is a little worried about gain and loss.
When the cloud saw that they had read a good book, it called everyone over for tea and snacks. After eating snacks, we discussed the harvest again. Fang zhe got interested and decided to tell you about Liu Gongquan's life.
When Liu Gongquan was a child, his handwriting was very bad. He was often scolded by his husband and father for his big handwriting. The little public power is very strong, and he is determined to practice calligraphy well. After more than a year of hard work day and night, his handwriting has greatly improved. Compared with Liu Jiayuan's younger friends, Gongquan's handwriting has become the best in the village. Since then, his big words have been praised by his classmates and teachers, and even his stern father's face has a smile. Xiaogongquan is very proud.
Liu Gongquan and his friends set up a square table under the old mulberry tree beside the village to hold a "book meeting" and agreed that each of them would write a regular script to watch the competition. Public power soon wrote an article. At this time, an old man selling bean curd put down his burden and went to the mulberry tree to have a rest. He was very interested to see the children practicing calligraphy. Liu Gongquan handed over what he had written and said, "grandfather, do you think I write well?" The old man took a look, only to see that it was "can write feifeng family, dare to boast in front of people." The old man thought the child was too proud. He frowned and pondered for a while before he said, "I don't think it's a good word. It's not worth praising in front of people. It's like the bean curd brain in my burden. It's soft, weak and shapeless. Is it worth praising in front of people? " Several little friends stopped to listen carefully to the old man's comments. Seeing that the old man had made a mess of his words, Xiao Gongquan said unconvinced: "people say my words are good, but you can't say it well. If you have the ability, you can write a few words for me to see!"
The old man gave a hearty smile and said, "I don't dare, I don't dare! My old man is a rough man and can't write well. However, some people use their feet to write much better than you! If you don't believe it, go to Huajing and have a look! "
At first, xiaogongquan was very angry and thought that the old man was scolding him. Later, thinking of the old man's kind face, hearty laughter, and not much like scolding him, he decided to go to Huajing city to have a look. Huajing city is more than 40 miles away from liujiayuan. The next day, he got up at the fifth shift and left a note for his family. Carrying a steamed bun bag, he went to Beijing alone.
As soon as Liu Gongquan entered Shoumen, the capital of China, he saw a big Sophora tree on the North Street. Under the white cloth, there were three big characters "calligraphy and painting soup" written on it. The characters were vigorous and powerful, and the strokes were vigorous and natural. Under the tree surrounded by many people, he crowded into the crowd to see, can not help but be stunned. I saw a black and thin deformed old man, with no arms, sitting on the ground with bare feet. His left foot pressed the paper on the ground, and his right foot picked up a large piece of paper. He was writing couplets freely. His writing is like the galloping of horses and the dancing of dragons and Phoenix, which has won the applause of the onlookers.
Xiaogongquan realized that the old man who sold tofu didn't lie. He was so ashamed that he thought: compared with the old man who wrote and painted soup, I'm far behind. He knelt down in front of the old man and said, "I'd like to worship you as my teacher. My name is Liu Gongquan. Please accept me. May the master tell me the secret of writing..." the old man put down his pen in a hurry, pulled up Xiao Gongquan with his feet and said, "I'm a lonely and deformed man. I was born without hands and can't survive, so I have to live by my feet. Even if you can write a few crooked words, how can you be a good teacher? "
Little Gongquan begged again and again, and then he spread a piece of paper on the ground, picked up the pen with his right foot, and wrote: "write all eight jars of water, and the inkstone is black in the Waterloo pool; To win over a hundred parents is to win the dragon and the Phoenix. "
The old man said to Gongquan, "this is the secret of my writing. I have practiced writing with my feet for more than 50 years since I was a child. My family has a big tank that can hold eight loads of water. I used up eight tanks of water when I was practicing calligraphy. There is a half acre Waterloo pool outside my wall. After writing every day, I wash inkstones in the pool. The water in the pool is black. But my handwriting is far from perfect! "
Liu Gongquan firmly engraved the old man's words in his heart. He deeply thanks the old man and then reluctantly went back.
Since then, Liu Gongquan worked hard to practice calligraphy. He had a thick cocoon on his hand and mended his elbow layer after layer. He learned the Qing Jin and Feng Fei of facial style, the cheerful and square run of European style, the bold and unrestrained of calligraphy and painting soup, and the graceful and charming of palace style. He often watched people peel cattle and pick sheep, studied the skeleton structure, and got inspiration from it. He also observed the wild geese in the sky, the fish in the water, the running milu deer, and the runaway horses, casting all kinds of beautiful forms of nature into the art of calligraphy.
Liu Gongquan finally became a famous calligrapher in Tang Dynasty. His characters, with rigorous structure, combination of hardness and softness, broad and open, are cherished by the calligraphy circle and are known as "Yan Jin Liu Gu". However, Liu Gongquan was still very dissatisfied with his handwriting. In his later years, he lived in seclusion in the stork magpie Valley (now known as Liugou) in the south of Huajing City, studying calligraphy and practicing calligraphy diligently until his death at the age of 88.
After hearing this, the three children felt thoughtful. Fang zhe looked at them with a smile and said nothing. The only way to understand this is to absorb it and benefit them for a lifetime. The road of cultivation is not easy. Only by straightening out one's mind can one gain something.
Fang zhe called the children out of the room. Yunduo went to the kitchen to bring out some snacks and fruits, and made a pot of flower tea. Because at night, Yunduo was afraid that the children would not sleep well, so he made all kinds of flower tea at night.In particular, cloud's own production of medlar chrysanthemum tea, when the bubble inside a few with a core of longan, will definitely have a good night's sleep.After several children came out of the house, they saw the tea brought out by the cloud and surrounded them with excitement. However, the cloud told them to wait for a while to eat, and the flower tea had to be brewed for a while. Let them see what's on the table in the living room first."Be careful. Don't break it." Fang zhe saw Yunchen's claws on his most precious Liuti Buddhist Scripture and cried out.Yunchen retracts his hand. Isn't it a book? As for it.As if he knew what Yunchen thought, Fang zhe flicked Yunchen's head, "smelly boy, this is a national treasure, you know? If you are not careful, it will be damaged. " Then Fang zhe took a look at the cloud. The cloud couldn't help but look back at him. This guy, that silk doesn't blame her. It's true.Fang zhe smiles, and then begins to show the children the antiques. First, he shows them the porcelain. Tell them that some of the porcelains are estimated to be from the Tang and Song Dynasties, especially the beautiful secret porcelains. They are shining with brilliant colors, and the feeling of green is like dripping out. Several children are holding to see, mouth also praise the wisdom of the ancients.Looking at some of the fine porcelains, Fang zhecai put the books on the table for the children to watch.Open the book, a long breath of years, no ink, but it seems to be able to smell, we all quietly watch, Fang zhe also did not open all, on the whole to show you, let them feel the breath of history. Put away a few books and treasure, it seems that there is no space, he is a little worried about gain and loss.When the cloud saw that they had read a good book, it called everyone over for tea and snacks. After eating snacks, we discussed the harvest again. Fang zhe got interested and decided to tell you about Liu Gongquan's life.When Liu Gongquan was a child, his handwriting was very bad. He was often scolded by his husband and father for his big handwriting. The little public power is very strong, and he is determined to practice calligraphy well. After more than a year of hard work day and night, his handwriting has greatly improved. Compared with Liu Jiayuan's younger friends, Gongquan's handwriting has become the best in the village. Since then, his big words have been praised by his classmates and teachers, and even his stern father's face has a smile. Xiaogongquan is very proud.Liu Gongquan and his friends set up a square table under the old mulberry tree beside the village to hold a "book meeting" and agreed that each of them would write a regular script to watch the competition. Public power soon wrote an article. At this time, an old man selling bean curd put down his burden and went to the mulberry tree to have a rest. He was very interested to see the children practicing calligraphy. Liu Gongquan handed over what he had written and said, "grandfather, do you think I write well?" The old man took a look, only to see that it was "can write feifeng family, dare to boast in front of people." The old man thought the child was too proud. He frowned and pondered for a while before he said, "I don't think it's a good word. It's not worth praising in front of people. It's like the bean curd brain in my burden. It's soft, weak and shapeless. Is it worth praising in front of people? " Several little friends stopped to listen carefully to the old man's comments. Seeing that the old man had made a mess of his words, Xiao Gongquan said unconvinced: "people say my words are good, but you can't say it well. If you have the ability, you can write a few words for me to see!"The old man gave a hearty smile and said, "I don't dare, I don't dare! My old man is a rough man and can't write well. However, some people use their feet to write much better than you! If you don't believe it, go to Huajing and have a look! "At first, xiaogongquan was very angry and thought that the old man was scolding him. Later, thinking of the old man's kind face, hearty laughter, and not much like scolding him, he decided to go to Huajing city to have a look. Huajing city is more than 40 miles away from liujiayuan. The next day, he got up at the fifth shift and left a note for his family. Carrying a steamed bun bag, he went to Beijing alone.As soon as Liu Gongquan entered Shoumen, the capital of China, he saw a big Sophora tree on the North Street. Under the white cloth, there were three big characters "calligraphy and painting soup" written on it. The characters were vigorous and powerful, and the strokes were vigorous and natural. Under the tree surrounded by many people, he crowded into the crowd to see, can not help but be stunned. I saw a black and thin deformed old man, with no arms, sitting on the ground with bare feet. His left foot pressed the paper on the ground, and his right foot picked up a large piece of paper. He was writing couplets freely. His writing is like the galloping of horses and the dancing of dragons and Phoenix, which has won the applause of the onlookers.Xiaogongquan realized that the old man who sold tofu didn't lie. He was so ashamed that he thought: compared with the old man who wrote and painted soup, I'm far behind. He knelt down in front of the old man and said, "I'd like to worship you as my teacher. My name is Liu Gongquan. Please accept me. May the master tell me the secret of writing..." the old man put down his pen in a hurry, pulled up Xiao Gongquan with his feet and said, "I'm a lonely and deformed man. I was born without hands and can't survive, so I have to live by my feet. Even if you can write a few crooked words, how can you be a good teacher? "Little Gongquan begged again and again, and then he spread a piece of paper on the ground, picked up the pen with his right foot, and wrote: "write all eight jars of water, and the inkstone is black in the Waterloo pool; To win over a hundred parents is to win the dragon and the Phoenix. "The old man said to Gongquan, "this is the secret of my writing. I have practiced writing with my feet for more than 50 years since I was a child. My family has a big tank that can hold eight loads of water. I used up eight tanks of water when I was practicing calligraphy. There is a half acre Waterloo pool outside my wall. After writing every day, I wash inkstones in the pool. The water in the pool is black. But my handwriting is far from perfect! "Liu Gongquan firmly engraved the old man's words in his heart. He deeply thanks the old man and then reluctantly went back.Since then, Liu Gongquan worked hard to practice calligraphy. He had a thick cocoon on his hand and mended his elbow layer after layer. He learned the Qing Jin and Feng Fei of facial style, the cheerful and square run of European style, the bold and unrestrained of calligraphy and painting soup, and the graceful and charming of palace style. He often watched people peel cattle and pick sheep, studied the skeleton structure, and got inspiration from it. He also observed the wild geese in the sky, the fish in the water, the running milu deer, and the runaway horses, casting all kinds of beautiful forms of nature into the art of calligraphy.Liu Gongquan finally became a famous calligrapher in Tang Dynasty. His characters, with rigorous structure, combination of hardness and softness, broad and open, are cherished by the calligraphy circle and are known as "Yan Jin Liu Gu". However, Liu Gongquan was still very dissatisfied with his handwriting. In his later years, he lived in seclusion in the stork magpie Valley now known as Liugou in the south of Huajing City, studying calligraphy and practicing calligraphy diligently until his death at the age of 88.After hearing this, the three children felt thoughtful. Fang zhe looked at them with a smile and said nothing. The only way to understand this is to absorb it and benefit them for a lifetime. The road of cultivation is not easy. Only by straightening out one's mind can one gain something.
