Hehe, can't you guess? Let me decrypt it! Mom asked me to learn calligraphy!
On Sunday, I'm going. "Well, it's time! Go! " Mom said. "ah? So soon? " "Of course, go, go, don't dawdle!" So, I got on the bus. "Mom, learn calligraphy? What's the use? " I asked a series of questions. "Well, you write well!" Mom answered impatiently!
When I got to school, my mother got off and took me to the fourth floor. I am uneasy to think: Is the environment good? Who cares? Look! "Smells like ink!" I cried. Mom said, "Just get used to it."
Yes "So I picked up a pencil and wrote. After a while, there was the sound of tearing paper and rubbing ears. I tore the paper! When the teacher saw it, he quickly advised me: "I don't blame the West for writing badly. Calligraphy is not that easy. "
Practice! "So, I practiced several notebooks before writing hard pen calligraphy.
"Well, you can practice calligraphy!" "Oh yeah!" I picked up a brush and practiced a calligraphy word. "oh! It's too difficult to write with a brush! I'm not learning! I said. " Don't be afraid, novices are like this. The teacher comforted me.
I practiced a few more calligraphy words with a brush, either the ink came off or it was too wet-it was broken. The teacher saw it and taught me hand in hand that you should grasp the strength of your own writing and of course you can write well. "So, I clenched the brush with three fingers and wrote one by one." Oh, I did it! I got off! "I said excitedly, very good, very good! "The teacher also said! (One Man Literature www.wx-xyty.com)
I learned a truth from practicing calligraphy: I only know the depth when I go down to the river in person, and I only know the sweetness when I taste pears in person!