She is my good friend. Her calligraphy is very beautiful. In fact, her previous handwriting was not that good-looking. The reason why she can write such beautiful words now is because she worked hard and earned it with sweat.
I remember it was the fourth grade. Every day after class, I see her take out her notebook and copy paper and start practicing. All the students around are playing, only she is practicing carefully here, stroke by stroke. She always lowers her head and never takes her eyes off her notebook. Once, I saw that she was so serious and wanted to play a trick on her, so I came up with a brilliant idea. I know that she is most afraid of being scratched behind her back, so several classmates and I unanimously decided to scratch her back with a pen to see if she would be distracted. We cleverly jumped behind her and scratched her gently with a pen. Who knows, she didn't respond at all, didn't notice at all. I think: even if I shout in her ear with a megaphone now, she may not respond or be addicted to her calligraphy. In this way, she kept practicing every day and finally succeeded.
You see, that's how she tried to become a little calligrapher. No matter what we do, as long as we persevere, work hard and devote ourselves wholeheartedly, we can succeed.