My hobby (reading, drawing, writing brush) has 400 words.

The book has its own Yan Ruyu, and the book has its own golden house. I like reading since I was a child. A book is like an isolated world, which brings me into a completely different magical world. The romantic fairy tale is Alice in Wonderland, the horror story is the gloomy castle where vampires live, the lyric prose is the lotus pond where Zhu Ziqing walks, and the realistic prose is the parliament where politicians make love ... A book gives me a mood and a story gives me an experience. Closing the book seems to be a cycle of life and death, a mixture of love and hate, and various emotions in my heart.

A fallen leaf knows the world in autumn, and I feel the sensitivity of the world climate from a fallen leaf, which makes me like painting. Life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of eyes to find beauty. I like to observe the vein of leaves quietly, appreciate the dance of fallen leaves, feel the shyness of flower buds and listen to the regret of flower buds ... My heart beats with the breath of nature, and all emotions flow in my pen, giving that moment a beautiful eternity.

Grandpa always said, words are like people. Irregular writing makes people crooked. If reading is to absorb knowledge and painting is to record beauty, then calligraphy is to cultivate one's self-cultivation. Calm down, you will be integrated with the brush in your hand and write a straight brush with one stroke, which is a metamorphosis experience. Constantly honed and improved, life is full of knowledge. Only by reading thousands of books, taking the Wan Li Road, reading countless people and constantly improving, is a truly meaningful life!