It is your bounden duty to take care of yourself, let alone an old painter who carves insects. The sea is clear and the moon is full. Walking sticks help sleepwalk in Xu Xi.
This is a poem "Looking for Home under the Moon" presented by Qi Baishi to Xu Beihong, and I sincerely thank Xu Beihong for his kindness of "guarding the house in the thatched cottage".
I've heard a lot about it.
1in the autumn of 929, Xu Beihong, a modern painter and art educator, became the president of Beijing Institute of Art. Convinced that only excellent teachers can cultivate excellent students, he carefully selected professors, and the first person he planned to hire was Qi Baishi.
Qi Baishi studied painting as a teenager, and after half a century of hard study and unremitting efforts, he finally became one of the masters of painting. /kloc-settled in Beijing in 0/920, specializing in painting and seal cutting. Xu Beihong has always admired his figure painting skills and called him a real master of art.
Looking at the grass house is fruitless.
One day in early September, Xu Beihong came to Qi Baishi's apartment in Xidan Crosscar Hutong. After greeting, Ming Dow came to me: "Mr. Wang is a famous painting master and wants to invite you to teach at the Art Institute." Qi Baishi politely declined. "Thank you, Dean Xu, for your care, but I'm over 60 years old, and I can't listen to you, but I'm grateful."
"There are many professors in colleges and universities who are seventy years old. Teacher qi knows the way of old age and points out the maze. Who can match it? This is a very useful era. " Xu Beihong took the arm and said please.
Qi Baishi still refused: "The professor has a great responsibility, so it is better to hire a clever one, so as not to mislead people."
Two days later, Xu Beihong came to visit again, another kind invitation, which Qi Baishi refused on the grounds of being old. Take care of the golden stones in the rain.
Xu Beihong, who is thirsty for talent, is unwilling to give up. Looking at the house in spite of your busy schedule, I came in the wind and rain, and once again offered my love and sincere invitation. Moved, Qi Baishi explained the real reason of "I can't forgive in my life": "I am old and weak, because I was an old carpenter and didn't go to school. Inexperienced professors on the stage are afraid of attracting teachers' criticism, and they are afraid of naughty students making trouble or even not attending classes. "
"Mr. Qi's worry is not unreasonable, but it seems unnecessary." Xu Beihong said sincerely: "The qualification of a professor lies in real talent and practical learning, and has nothing to do with his birth. Don't some people who stay abroad exist in name only? Mr. Qi has a unique artistic style, which combines traditional freehand brushwork and folk painting. Not only can you teach students, but you can also teach Xu Beihong. "
"No, no, Dean Xu is too modest." Qi Baishi waved.
"That's the truth, don't be too modest." Xu Beihong said with confidence: "When Mr. Qi is in class, he doesn't have to make a long speech, but he can paint and demonstrate with a little hint. When school starts, I will accompany you to class and escort you. In case some students are really undisciplined. "
Qi Baishi was moved from his heart and finally nodded: "Then try it."
On the opening day, Xu Beihong personally sent Qi Baishi to the school by carriage, and respectfully introduced Qi Baishi's superb accomplishments to the teachers and students of the school. He also said that he traveled with him and "escorted" Qi Baishi. Considering that Qi Baishi is really old, Xu Beihong also gave him a lot of care: after beginning of winter, the weather was cold and he was given a stove on the podium; In summer, install an electric fan for him; It's windy and rainy, send a car to pick it up. It can be described as meticulous.
Wang Xizhi practiced calligraphy hard.
Wang Xizhi likes calligraphy since he was a child. After decades of hard work, his calligraphy art has finally reached the peak of transcendence and is known as the "book saint".
When Wang Xizhi 13 years old, he happened to find that his father had a calligraphy book of Shuo, and he stole it. His father worried that he was too young to keep the secret of the family heirloom and promised that he would teach when he grew up. Unexpectedly, Wang Xizhi knelt down and asked his father to allow him to study now. His father was very moved and finally agreed to his request.
Wang Xizhi practiced calligraphy very hard, even eating and walking, and he really kept practicing. Without pen and paper, he scratched on his body, and over time, his clothes were cut. Sometimes I practice my handwriting to the point of forgetfulness. Once, he forgot to eat when he practiced calligraphy, and his family sent the meal to the study. He didn't even think about it. He dipped it in ink and ate it. He still thought it was delicious. It was already dark when the family found out.
Wang Xizhi often writes in the pool, so he washes the inkstone in the pool. After a long time, he ran out of ink, so he was called "Mo Chi". At present, Lanting in Shaoxing, Xigu Mountain in Yongjia, Zhejiang, Guizong Temple in Lushan and other places have places of interest known as "Mo Chi".
Wang Xizhi's calligraphy art and industrious spirit are praised by the world. Legend has it that Wang Xizhi's marriage was decided by this. Wang Dao, Wang Xizhi's uncle, was the prime minister of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He and his contemporary teacher Xijian are good friends, and Xijian has a beautiful daughter. One day, Jane told Wang Dao that he wanted to choose a satisfactory son-in-law for his daughter among his sons and nephews. Wang Dao immediately agreed to be selected by him. Wang Dao came home and told your sons and nephews about it. My sons and nephews have long heard that Miss Xi's family is virtuous and beautiful, and they all want her. It is rare for a family to choose a husband, and nephews are busy dressing up. However, Wang Xizhi didn't ask about it. He still lay on the bed in the east wing and devoted himself to studying the art of calligraphy. After seeing Wang Dao's sons and nephews, the family went back and said to Jane, "The Wangs are all very nice, but they know that choosing a husband is a bit stiff and unnatural. Only the son of the east wing didn't mind lying in bed, just gesticulating with his hands on the table. After listening to this, I said happily, "The son of Dong Chuang must be Wang Xizhi, who has made great achievements in calligraphy. The son is deeply hidden and devoted to his studies. This is my future son-in-law. So she married her daughter to Wang Xizhi. Wang Dao's other sons and nephews were envious and called him "Dong Chuang's son-in-law". From then on, "Dong Chuang" became the laudatory name of son-in-law.