Dad laid the rice paper, adjusted the brush, posed and entered the writing state.
Dad taught me how to write first, how to write. He said to me seriously, "To write, hold the pen and watch", and my father sat down and taught me to write. "See? Remember it well. " I frowned. I don't know if I'm upset or hate practicing calligraphy. I replied grumpily.
Then my father taught me eight basic strokes: horizontal, vertical, left, press, point, fold, hook and lift.
"Let's start horizontally." While telling me the precautions for writing horizontal lines, my father waved a brush to show me. The practice officially began, and I followed my father's rhythm and slowly wrote the horizontal line. "If you want to go right first, it means that if you want to write right, you must write left first." Dad has been teaching.
I thought: Isn't it just a horizontal line? What's the big deal? But I wrote a few lines, but I didn't write well, and I was a little discouraged. "My God!" I cried out in pain, "I can't stand it. I don't practice. "
"No, you must practice today. You can't give up halfway, otherwise you will give up all your efforts and have confidence in yourself. " Dad comforted me and said.
I had to bite the bullet and pick up the brush to continue practicing. Dad pointed to the side: go back to the front, start writing, go right, go, go, slightly mention, go down, and go back to the front to collect the pen.
After rowing for a long time, my feet were swollen, my shoulders ached and my right hand trembled. Gradually, the cross in front of me became a head and a tail, much better than before. So he was praised by his father. Looking at them, my courage returned to my heart.
Through practicing calligraphy, I understand a truth: perseverance will definitely yield.