The Calligrapher — Wáng Xīzhī 王羲之

The 'Sage of Calligraphy'; his running script has set the standard for 1,700 years.

Eastern Jin calligrapher (303–361), master of running script/cursive script/regular script — the Sage of Calligraphy; his Orchid Pavilion Preface is the most celebrated work in the tradition, and nearly every later master traces lineage to his hand. Eastern Jin dynasty

Cultural Story

杷 is a comb-like rake, the toothed tool that gathers grain or scratches soil — but it survives almost wholly inside 枇杷, the loquat. The fruit ripens in early spring, golden and round, the first sweetness after winter. The standalone 杷 is a farmer's implement, quiet and old, named for the teeth it drags.

Common words & phrases

• 枇杷 loquat · loquat tree · fruit · Eriobotrya
• 杷子 rake · harrow · comb · scraper
• 铁杷 iron rake · iron harrow · tool · rake
• 竹杷 bamboo rake · bamboo harrow · tool · rake

Read the story behind the character

杷 alone means a rake — 竹杷 in a garden shed, 铁杷 on a building site — but you will hear 杷子 more than 杷. Its real life is 枇杷, the loquat sold in March, its name so fixed that most speakers forget the character ever meant a tool. The character is a fruit wearing a rake's clothes.

Why this character belongs on skin

Before the harvest can be stored, it must be gathered—and for four thousand years the gathering has been done with the 杷, the wooden-toothed rake drawn through golden grain, pulling the scattered toward the center. There is poetry hiding in the motion: everything the field let fall, everything the wind took, the rake walks the ground and calls it home, tooth by tooth. It also lent its sound to the loquat, 枇杷, the early-gold fruit of spring. A humble instrument, then, twice blessed—gatherer of grain, name of sweetness. Buddhism would call it right effort: not the dramatic stroke, but the steady drawing-in, done daily, without glory. To ink 杷 is to claim the patient work of gathering yourself—every stray piece of your attention, your years, your heart—raked gently back into one place, until what was scattered is finally a harvest.