I remember that during the summer vacation, my mother signed me up for a calligraphy class. I went to school to practice hard for a while. During this time, I don't know how many pieces of paper I have written. Sometimes my hands are numb and my legs are sore (I just stand there in class), but the teacher always uses it: the sword edge comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold. To encourage us. After a while, the teacher saw that my handwriting was good and asked me to write a work, saying that I would take it to the city for a competition. This sentence excited me for several nights. On the morning of a rest day, Rinrin's home phone rang. As soon as I answered the phone, it was Ban Lin, the calligraphy teacher. My heart tightened: it won't be my handwriting yesterday, will it? Is this Zhou Ruiqi? Tell you good news, your work has won the prize. Come and receive it this afternoon! The teacher has hung up the phone. I haven't recovered yet, and my head is still thinking. Is it true? I won an award? At this moment, I said to the phone, "Thank you, Miss Lin!" " "But no one answered the phone, I just know the teacher has hung up the phone.
In the afternoon 1 At school, Teacher Lin took out the award certificate. I suddenly lost my original cleverness and jumped three feet high with joy. Yes, that's great! Thank you very much, Miss Lin. Teacher Lin seldom smiles at me even when she sees me so crazy, but she smiles brightly.
I wonder if I will be a "master" of small and medium-sized calligraphy?