I like reading and painting, but I prefer writing.
I remember when I first started writing, my handwriting was like an earthworm crawling all over the floor without a word. For this reason, my teacher and mother criticized me a lot. I feel embarrassed myself, and I am determined to practice my good handwriting. I told my mother what I thought and she didn't support me very much. Bought me a copybook. Since then, I have to write posts every day, copying first and then copying. After writing the copy, compare it with the copybook, find some shortcomings and improve it! Sometimes my hands are swollen from practice, but I still stick to it. Where there is a will, there is a way. My handwriting is getting better and better. Once, the school organized a hard-pen calligraphy competition, and I volunteered to win the competition. The day to announce the ranking has finally arrived, and I am waiting for the result in fear and trembling. The teacher called my name first and said, "Congratulations, Hu Bijing, you are the champion of this calligraphy contest." I was relieved and jumped with joy. Looking at the adoring eyes of my classmates, I have more spirit to write.
Now, I am not satisfied with writing hard pen, and I have begun to challenge the writing brush. "As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is ground into a needle."