Dad laid the rice paper, adjusted the brush, posed and entered the writing state.
Dad taught me how to write first, how to write. He said to me very seriously: "When writing, you should hold the pen correctly, thumb, forefinger and middle finger hold the pen, ring finger points at the pen, and little finger points at the ring finger." . The four fingers of the stylus should not be too close or too far apart. The empty space in the middle should be just enough for an egg and should be empty. The posture of writing is also important. Keep your feet apart naturally, keep your back straight and your shoulders relaxed, so that your feet are safe, your waist is straight and your shoulders are flat. Lean your head forward slightly, hold the pen in your right hand, and naturally put your left hand on the table ... remember? "Dad kept talking.
"Remember." I frowned. I don't know if I'm upset or hate practicing calligraphy. I replied grumpily.
Then my father taught me eight basic strokes: horizontal, vertical, left, press, point, fold, hook and lift.
"Let's start horizontally." While telling me the precautions for writing horizontally, my father waved a "broom-sized" brush for me to demonstrate.
The practice officially began, and I followed my father's rhythm and slowly wrote the horizontal line. "If you want to go right first, it means that if you want to write right, you must write left first." Dad has been teaching.
I thought: Isn't it just a horizontal line? What's the big deal? But I wrote a few lines, asking my father to find fault: "This line is wrong, the end of that line is too heavy,' the tail has fallen off', and the middle part of this line is uneven ...". . "
"My God!" I cried out in pain, "I can't stand it. I don't practice. "
"No, you must practice today. You can't give up halfway, otherwise you will give up all your efforts and have confidence in yourself. " Dad comforted me and said.
I had to bite the bullet and pick up the brush to continue practicing. Dad pointed to the side: go back to the front, start writing, go right, go, go, slightly mention, go down, and go back to the front to collect the pen.
After rowing for a long time, my feet were swollen, my shoulders ached and my right hand trembled. Gradually, the cross in front of me became a head and a tail, much better than before. So he was praised by his father. Looking at them, my courage returned to my heart.
Persistence is bound to pay off.