王羲之书评

"Their necks move so beautifully. What if I turn these movements into the art of writing?" thought Wang Xizhi. Keeping this in mind, he took up his brush to write. When he wrote, he turned his wrist like the way a goose turned its neck. His writing turned out to be different. Be creative. There was a pond outside his house. When Wang Xizhi finished writing, he would always wash his brush and ink stone there. Day after day, the whole pond turned black! His teacher was very surprised, so were his parents. Keep working hard.