Table of Naming Usages
| Stroke | Name |
CJK stroke name | Lǐ's name | Additional description | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Cè, (側/侧) "Sideway" | Diǎn, (點/点) "Dot" | Guài Shí, (怪石) "Strange stone" | Tiny dash, speck. | |
| 2 | Lè, (勒) "Bridle" | Héng, (橫) "Horizontal" | Yù Àn, (玉案) "Jade table" | Rightward stroke. | |
| 3 | Nǔ, (弩), "Crossbow"; Nǔ, (努) "Strive" |
Shù, (竪 "Erect"; Tiěchǔ, (鐵杵/铁杵) "Iron staff" |
Tiězhù, (鐵柱/铁柱) "Iron pillar" | Downward stroke. | |
| 4 | Tí, (趯) "Jump" | Gōu, (鉤) "Hook" | Xièzhuǎ, (蟹爪) "Pincer of a crab" | Appended to other strokes, suddenly going down or going left only. | |
| 5 | Cè, (策) "Horsewhip" | Tí, (提) "Raise"; Tiāo, (挑) "Lifting off" |
Hǔyá, (虎牙) "Tiger's tooth" | Flick up and rightwards. | |
| 6 | Lüè, (掠) "Passing lightly" | Wān, (彎/弯) "Bend, curve" | Xījiǎo, (犀角) "Horn of rhinoceros" | A tapering thinning curve, usually concave left (convex outward right) and with fast speed as if skimming. | |
| 7 | Zhuó, (啄) "Pecking" | Piě, (撇) "Throw away, slant"; Duǎn Piě (短撇) "Short slant" |
Niǎo Zhuó, (鳥啄)/(鸟啄) "Bird pecking" | Falling leftwards (with slight curve). | |
| 8 | Zhé, (磔) "Dismemberment" | Nà, (捺) "Pressing forcefully"; Pō, (波) "Wave" |
Jīndāo, (金刀) "Golden dao (knife)" | Falling rightwards (fattening at the bottom), where the end point is "as sharp as a knife" (hence the name "Dismemberment"). |
Note: － Xié 斜 is sometimes added to the 永's strokes. It is a concave Shù falling right, always ended by a Gōu, visible on this image.
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