I have a soft spot for calligraphy since I was a child. My mother is engaged in the mounting industry and has a lot of calligraphy and painting. I was also influenced by art. My mother asked me what I wanted to learn, and I said without hesitation, "I want to learn to write." When I was a child, I saw my mother mounting calligraphy and painting, so I scribbled on the paper with my tender little hand and solemnly gave it to my mother for mounting. Whose mother saw it and smiled: "If you write well, I will frame it." "Very good." I said.
So I formed an indissoluble bond with writing. I remember when I was in the second grade, my mother took me to the school calligraphy class to register, and the teacher asked me to try to write. I picked up the brush like a crayon, and soon I got my clothes dirty and my hands were covered with ink. The next day, I entered the calligraphy class, and the teacher officially taught me to write Chinese calligraphy, but my handwriting was crooked, like a defeated soldier on the battlefield, and everyone was dumbfounded, like a caterpillar crawling on paper. Look at the elder sister next to me. Her handwriting is like an elf dancing happily on paper, beautiful and dignified. Like a deflated ball, I slowly put down my brush and don't want to write any more, but whenever I see those big brothers and sisters who can write well, I envy them. So I made up my mind to write the words well. Sometimes writing is sour, and that envy has become the driving force for my writing. Even if it is cold, I will see my little hand still holding a brush across the paper. My hands are always numb with cold after writing, but when I see the correct words, I am extremely proud and proud. What is fresh in my memory is when I practiced horizontal. The light pen has become a huge stone in my hand, and I can't write the unique charm of Chinese characters. But I don't think I will bow to difficulties. I still write one by one. I still remember what the teacher taught me, starting, pausing, walking and writing. I was ecstatic when I saw the exquisite and dignified words jumping off the paper. Gradually, crooked words became straight words, gradually, straight words became beautiful and dignified words, and gradually, beautiful and dignified words became cheerful dancing elves playing on the paper.
Many things happen. Learning to write like fire has exercised my courage and perseverance. Also let me understand a truth, as long as you have a dream, a goal, and work hard towards this goal, success is ahead.