Write a story about me and calligraphy.

I always like to find my own quiet corner in the noisy city. On a sultry afternoon, my mood was like a straw, dry and chaotic, so I naturally went to a world full of pure ink. The oldest writing preparation method, an inkstone, a few drops of water, finely ground, let the ink spread in the air a little. Clear water turns black bit by bit, and it turns black bit by bit. The ink bottle in the city is placed on the wet counter, but it lacks a peace of mind. Let the brush touch the water in the brushing, think of a docile hair, stroke it, suck some thick ink, look closely at the black shuttle in the wool of Aries, and go up bit by bit. Smooth the rice paper with your left hand and write with your right hand. The pen starts and falls, leaving this emotional mark on the paper. I remember when I was very young, my father brought a strange thing from outside. I looked at the strange old man, who had a straight back and a white beard. What could it be? I'm thinking that fate is really a wonderful thing. At that time, I had an indissoluble bond with the writing brush. Maybe step by step is the eternal law in the world! Like all children, I began to learn regular script first. Start the pen, go back, cross it out, close the pen, and complete it horizontally and vertically. Like a crystal pearl, shining with white light. Like the ancient family Jasper, she is reserved, restrained and humble everywhere, and everything is handy. The old adage "A woman is virtuous without talent" does not dare to deviate at all. Regular script is square, decent and has a unified model. Tian Zi Gerry has a standard undulating posture. When parents and teachers praise it for its saturation, I am not happy. Regular script is too stubborn. I hate the stubbornness of regular script, so I wrote running script. Running script seems to be somewhat open, but its essence has not changed much from regular script. A good family and a small family are simple and persistent women. Start writing and have children; Cross out, grow up, for the sake of the overall situation, we can't leave the cross in the middle of Tian Zige, just like the threshold that can never be crossed, the imprisonment of thought; Out of the front, in line with the so-called "parents' orders, matchmakers' words", I finally walked out of the door that I had never walked out of in 18 and threw myself into the arms of someone I had never met. The only time in life, in fact, is on the road with tears. Back to the front, when I arrived at my in-laws' home, the women observed the four virtues from top to bottom, respected the old and loved the young, and raised young children from bottom to top. Every day, I look forward to my children growing up and making progress. I finally grow up, but they are all dressed in white. When I closed my pen, I got old and died carelessly, and became a small grave in front of my husband's grave. The autumn wind swept away the leaves, and no one came to see her after her death because she was just a simple and stubborn woman. The thread on the running script is not as plain as regular script, because after all, everyone is courageous, but the fine colors of life can only be conceived in the thread, which is illusory and specious, leaving a long lament! I sympathize with their helplessness. When I copied the model, I found myself crying. Unbearable sadness made me sad, so I gave up modeling and chose weeds. Move with your heart, move with your pen, and use the power of wine to make the pen infinitely develop its ambition of pen and ink on rice paper and release its dream of stagnation for many years. Like a big man in Northeast China, he is bold and unrestrained, eats meat with a big mouth, drinks in a big bowl, practices martial arts to serve the country, and emphasizes pen and ink in the cursive script: he went to Beijing to serve the country with the ambition of loyalty to the monarch. The bumpy road is a good time to draw a sword to help. I don't like it. What can you do with me? Cursive script pursues the spirit of God. Whether you can recognize it clearly or not, it will make the emotions fall in one go, seemingly touching but full of rigidity, seemingly chaotic but orderly. Just like a person should have his own principles, never be indecisive, cut the gordian knot and be uncompromising. However, my cursive script is particularly ugly. The teacher told me: "cursive script also has rules, not just scribbling." Later I learned that any freedom flies under the rules. The city is a corroded reinforced concrete, but it is covered with a gorgeous coat. People shuttle through the steel, and their hearts have been buried. The blood is still calm. I still live like this, grinding and grinding, still feeling the same, and a faint fragrance permeates every corner.