When I was a child, I began to learn calligraphy under the coaxing and deception of my mother. Every time I go to study, I carry such a bag. However, children's nature is to play, and they have only studied for two weeks. My playful nature and facts tell me that calligraphy is not fun at all. So, I began to apply to my mother, can I stop learning calligraphy? But my mother's stern eyes told me: this is impossible.
So, I started my own prank. I will drop ink on my body from time to time, and when my mother washes it, she deliberately says: You let me learn calligraphy; I will listen when my mother asks me to practice calligraphy, and then scribble on rice paper ... Over time, my mother seems to know what I think and won't let me learn calligraphy anymore.
I stopped learning calligraphy, which should be a happy thing. However, after giving up calligraphy, I found that my life was so empty except for studying. I don't know why. Since then, I have learned many other things, such as table tennis, martial arts and reporter training, which are much better than calligraphy. But I don't know why calligraphy didn't leave such a deep impression on me. Perhaps, although I stopped learning calligraphy, calligraphy has become a part of my life imperceptibly.
Opening the small bag covered with dust again, I saw the desire to fill the bag.