What is the legend of He?

He, like He (1799- 1873), was a famous poet and calligrapher during the reign of Daoguang Xianfeng in Qing Dynasty. At that time, he was known as the greatest calligrapher in the Qing Dynasty, and later generations called him the greatest calligrapher in the Qing Dynasty. He is the author of Poems of the Eastern Zhou Caotang and Notes of the Eastern Zhou Caotang.

What word is hard to find.

Speaking of calligrapher He, in the former dynasty, he was the famous Gong. With a stroke of his pen, a little bit is a hydrangea, a little bit is a sword, and an iron bar is erected. His handwriting has its own system, called "crane". People who come to the door for questioning only go out with their front feet and follow them into the study. He Ji Shao is really at a loss. Of course, he didn't respond. In this case, his handwriting,

How much is that worth? Everyone knows "It's a long story"!

At that time, an imperial adult was ordered to leave Beijing. This man's surname is Huang. Because he is a bad man, people nicknamed him "the weasel". Although he knows nothing about poetry and songs, he is also arty and wants to get famous calligraphy and painting to pretend to be a scholar. He has long wanted to ask you to write a horizontal plaque. This time, he will go to Guangxi, just going around the corridor state to find a writer, and this whole thing will pass. I have been running around since I left Beijing. When I arrived at this ravine in Daoxian County, I was catching up with the dog days.

An imperial envoy got off the sedan chair and the county grandfather kowtowed to meet him. As soon as the ceremony was over, he explained his purpose straight away. He took the county grandfather to clear the way and went straight to Dongmen Village.

He is studying in the study, and someone has already come to report. He was surprised and thought, what is a weasel? I can never write such a dog official. Hearing the distant gong, he felt like a fly in his stomach, and just wanted to feel sick, but then he thought: the imperial envoys of the emperor and the murdered magistrate of a county are all characters to be taunted. Face-to-face fighting is the only way to ask for it. It is better to avoid it, so I talked to my wife, locked the door of the study and drifted away.

The weasel and the county grandfather arrived at the east gate. I saw He's wife come out to salute. The weasel opened her eyes wide and asked, "Where is your scholar?" The county grandfather was afraid that the villagers could not find something to say, so he quickly comforted her and said, "This is an imperial envoy. I want to compliment your scholar and write a few words. " He Ji Shao's wife smiled and said, "Adults take care of him too much. Unfortunately, this is bad luck, and I can't enjoy it. I went out three days ago. " The weasel quickly asked, "Where have you been? How long will it take?" He Ji Shao's wife held her hand and said, "It's hard to say! The poor man stays at home and stares at books on weekdays. When he goes out, he is just a horse without a halter. He didn't say where to go, he didn't say the date, and there was nowhere to find it. " Weasel touched a rebuff, fed, had to drive back to my office with grandpa county. Pointing at the county grandfather, he scolded, "Why are you in charge?" ? Even the imperial envoys begged you to let a poor scholar write a few words. The county grandfather even called himself "humble and incompetent", but also cursed him for being unappreciative and kowtowed to the weasel desperately: "My Lord, stay in the small town for a few days, and I will help you do this when you find your humble position." The weasel snorted and said, "It's up to you this time. "

County grandfather returned to the yamen and gathered in Class Three, Room Six to discuss. He sighed first and said, "I don't know how many generations of bad luck I have had." I was sent to your ravine to be the magistrate of a county, but there happened to be a man named He playing nearby. Now Master Huang is waiting for him to write a plaque, but the poor scholar has disappeared without a trace. I can't get the plaque, my county grandfather can't keep this black hat, and everyone goes back to drink the northwest wind. " Everyone looked at each other, looked at each other. It was a long time before a vendor winked at him. Knowing that he belongs to the East Gate, the county grandfather must have a way to nod, so he drove everyone away, leaving the master to ask, "What's your clever plan?" Beloved smiled and said, "I live in the same village as He Ji Shao. His story can be kept from others, but not from me. I was still at home this morning. Why did I go out three days ago? I know his temper, but I obviously hate this imperial envoy and don't want to write a plaque for him, so I made this plan. There are so many people nowadays, where can I find them? " The county grandfather was very anxious and said, "He Ji Shao is so arrogant that I will lose my job!" The touts spoke unhurriedly into the ears of the county grandfather, muttering for a while. The county grandfather turned grief into joy and immediately sent someone to do as the touts said.

He Ji Shao, where did he go? It turned out that he walked along the Xiaoshui River. About 30 miles away from the city, there is a small tree-lined village called Qingkou Zhou Jia. There is a fisherman who is his cousin. He and Ji Shao's childhood have an intersection, and they hit it off best. As soon as he left Ji Shao's house, he slipped into his cousin's fishing boat, fishing for a while and reading for a while, and lived quite comfortably. He thought: You weasels are ordered to leave Beijing, but you can't stay in Daozhou for a year or so for a small plaque. You go out of Wuling with your front foot, and I go back to the east gate with my back foot. I didn't expect this matter to be hidden from touts. That guy rented a boat overnight and flew to Qingkou.

Early that morning, as soon as the sun came out, my cousin pulled the boat out of Liu Yin. He and Ji Shao walked out of the cabin to enjoy the scenery. Suddenly, he heard a child crying from the depths of Liu Yin, as tight as a moment. He Ji Shao was impatient, so he told the class to follow the sound. I saw a boat parked on the shore. In the cabin, a white-haired old mother was holding a child of three to five years old, with a runny nose and tears.

He Ji Shao used to be the most compassionate person and immediately asked, "What's wrong with you, old sister-in-law?"

The old mother said with tears, "We are both in our fifties. We have such a son who suffers from night crying. We just cry all day, but I'm afraid we won't get better! "

He Ji Shao told his cousin not to go far, jumped off the boat, touched the child's forehead, and said, "There are all kinds of medicines for every disease, but because the child is sick, he can't speak, so he has to cry. There are doctors in the market, why not go and see them? "

"Alas, I cried for half a month and was diagnosed for half a month, but I refused to take medicine. I'm afraid this doll won't live long. " The old mother said and cried. The little guy cried even louder, as if he had been suddenly beaten.

"good sister-in-law, don't worry, there is nothing uncomfortable in the world. It is inevitable that children will have a cold and headache. Just take more medicine. If you have no money, I will give you two or three taels of silver. "

The old mother knelt down with her child in her arms and said, "It's rare to meet a kind person like you. This child has a life-saving star. I still have money, sir. Don't worry. It's just that the fortune teller at the Expo showed my child a horoscope, saying that he was crying and it was not good to take medicine. He just wrote a poem and posted it in the streets for passers-by to think about. When the life-saving star came, the child stopped crying. "

As soon as he heard it in Ji Shao, he knew it was a red paper poem that often appeared on the street: the sky is yellow and the earth is yellow. There is a crying lang in my house, and the passing gentleman watched it and slept until dawn. He asked, "I'd rather believe it, but I don't. Why not buy some red paper and ask a gentleman to write dozens of them and try them all over the street? "

While wiping her tears, the old mother said, "I bought some red paper, but where can I find a literate teacher in this deserted village?"

He Ji Shao said, "Sister-in-law, I have ready-made pen and ink here. Can I write you some instructions? "

The old mother said with a grain of salt, "Can you write fish and shrimp?"

Cousin can't help it He smiled and said, "Your old mother is really ignorant. Who he is, the emperor will not write to him! "

He Ji Shao glanced at him and said, "Don't listen to his nonsense, I can't write well either. Confucius doesn't mind harsh words. I can just write it down. You take out the red paper! "

The old mother was overjoyed, hurriedly put the child on the boat and turned into the cabin. She neatly took out a piece of red paper and handed it to He and said, "Mr. Hard work, don't write Xiao Zhang's. Just write a poem on a big piece of paper and let me stick it on the big locust tree at the head of the village so that people can see it from a distance." He Ji Shao picked up the paper, polished the ink, and paused for a while. With a wave of his pen, he wrote four lines of poetry. The old mother was so grateful that she picked up the child and kowtowed to He: "What a lifesaver!" He Jishao said, "Get up, you have posted red paper poems, and you have to see a doctor!" This talented He Ji Shao never dreamed that he was cheated by touts.

Favourite took this poem and rushed back to the county overnight to give it to grandpa. In the red paper poem, the county magistrate cut out the four characters of "heaven and earth" and made a horizontal plaque sprinkled with gold. When the weasel sees words, the pen flies and the ink dances. This is indeed He Ji Shao's handwriting. If he got the treasure, he said goodbye to the county grandfather happily and set off for Guangxi. After the business trip, I returned to Beijing, paid the bill, returned to the mansion, opened the horizontal plaque, and saw the four-character iron hook was really wonderful, so I bought a precious purple nanmu and made it into a delicate horizontal plaque. The shadows are finely carved and decorated with gold. I chose an auspicious day, decorated with lanterns, held a big banquet, invited many guests, and solemnly hung the plaque on the nave beam. But a closer look reveals that the word "heaven and earth" on the tablet is gone, leaving only the word "gentleman". What's going on here? A quick-talking guest said intentionally or unintentionally, "The word' gentleman' hangs on the beam, so it's not a gentleman on the beam?" When the guests heard this, they all covered their mouths and laughed, making a weasel want to go underground!

How can the word "heaven and earth" disappear? Some people say that he Ji Shao found out that he was cheated and tried to get it back. As for the method he used, no one can tell. It's really hard to find a word.

A word from the heart

Although it's hard to find a word. But it's not hard to find a word. Imagine in this legend. He Ji Shao didn't take any measures to ease the embarrassment of others. Those who are willing to help are not an example? Unfortunately, I don't know if this is a scam.