I. Xiao He

Xiao He, Minister of the Western Han Dynasty, helped Liu Bang to establish the Han Dynasty. Because of his merits, Liu Bang made him a commendatory minister, and later promoted him to be the prime minister. Xiao He's handwriting is very good, especially good at writing on the plaque with a bald pen. Once, Xiao He was asked to write a temple name for a newly-built palace. After three months of hard thinking, Xiao He began to write.

On the day of writing, some people heard that it took Xiao He three months to finish it, and they all came from far away to read it. See Xiao He, like going out to war, the change of the wrist seems to be in command hordes. The words written seem to be the civil servants and military commanders led by him, and the words are meticulous and imposing. All the people present were deeply moved by his wonderful pen and ink.

Second, Zhang Zhi (Eastern Han Dynasty)

Zhang Zhi, a great calligrapher in the Eastern Han Dynasty, studied calligraphy very hard when he was young. He practices calligraphy diligently every day, forgets to eat and sleep, writes a bald pen for a few days, and uses up several spindles of ink a month.

After writing every day, Zhang Zhi went to the pond in his backyard to wash his ink and ink stones. Over time, the pool turned black.

Third, Wang Xizhi.

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 a 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.