I sneaked into the front of the study. Wow, my cousin is really practicing calligraphy. I saw that she was engrossed in writing, and beautiful calligraphy was born in my cousin's hand. It seems to be full of vitality. I was so absorbed that I forgot everything I had to do and watched silently until dinner. I can't help admiring: "How beautiful!" My cousin said modestly, "It's not ready yet. I will show you the masterpieces of great calligraphers later, which will open your eyes. " I'm full after three or two times, and I can't wait for my cousin.
After dinner, my cousin and I went into the study. Cousin took out the copybook and introduced it to me. I don't know why the mathematical formula is so difficult to remember, but the more I look at calligraphy, the more I like it. Since then, I have known great painters such as Wang Xizhi, Yan Zhenqing and Qi Gong. Appreciating their works is like bathing in flowers, which makes people crazy. Looking at it makes people itch and can't help but start writing. Practicing calligraphy is like practicing martial arts. It's not easy but it's difficult. Although I held the pen and practiced for an hour, my hands were shaking and my arms were numb, but my heart was full of joy.
Last Sunday, my mother was going to be a guest and told me to look after the house before going out. I am idle at home alone, why don't I practice my handwriting? I opened Yan Zhenqing's copybook and read it with relish. I posted while watching it, and I soon got hooked on it. It seems that I am that horizontal and vertical, a left and a right; That piece of paper is not paper, but a big blanket. I rolled and jumped on it. One moment I do somersaults like a monkey, and the other I do Tai Chi like a Taoist.
Who is clapping? Shit, it's raining heavily outside! When I rushed to the roof, water was dripping from the dry clothes.