Looking at the golden awards on the wall, smelling the fragrance of the awards, holding the works with "A+" on my desk and holding the pen that has been with me for less than three years, I can't help but feel a little proud, that is, I can't help thinking of my own stage!
When I entered school at the age of eight, I had an indissoluble bond with calligraphy. There are pleasant teachers and active and hateful teaching in the school ... but all this always feels so strange to me. A while ago, in a hurry, I started reading, learning to write, and learning the structure of every word ... Since then, my spare time has been filled with writing, and I no longer feel lonely because of calligraphy. Soon, my calligraphy became sharp in my class, and teachers, classmates and field leaders all praised my calligraphy. "Little calligrapher" is my code name. I complained bitterly, and under their pursuit, I worked harder and harder, and since then I have my own stage.
At the age of ten, my calligraphy was already famous in my class. I remember it belonged to the calligraphy contest, looking at the awards on the wall and the works in the window, thinking about the stage that made me firm ... I was more serious than usual, and the preparation depended on everything. I look very solemn, as if I were going to do something big! Write the first word with a rotten pen, hum! Really beautiful! I am very satisfied! I pieced together the next work and looked at the words, jumping on the paper like a happy elf. I also sang and danced with them. I smiled modestly and handed it to the teacher, who nodded and smiled. My work has finally been selected for the competition! Soon, the results were promulgated! My eyes search, how is it possible! Don't! That is my conceited work! Look again carefully! Here we go again! It's okay. I must have been too impulsive and dizzy. Open your eyes again! There will be! Here we go again! I am completely disappointed, like a missing rabbit, with drooping ears and listless. However, I have to start from scratch. I want to be strong and not be defeated, because I can't let sweat drip red! I want to fight for the stage of my dreams.
By the time I was twelve, my calligraphy had begun to take shape. I am very happy to learn that there was a live writing competition for some time! As a result, it's time. I must overcome the obstacles of failure, adjust my goodwill and relax my mind! Believe that I can! In the sixth grade, calligraphy was a little loose. I know: I have to step up my training, so that I can go all out and lose the dazzling stage I have been longing for for for a long time! Center, pick up the pen, and train wholeheartedly ... The game started, and I devoted myself to writing. I'm afraid I made a mistake, so that my hands are sweating. I've been wiping my palms ... Finally, it's beautifully written. The result really breaks my heart. Oh, my God! First prize! I'm smug! I am proud! I'm on the stage again! I still have a prize in my hand! Along the way, flowers burst into smiles, grass stood upright and birds sang. I am proud of everyone! I feel proud! I want to announce to the world that success is the highest reward for those who work hard! Only by harvesting the seeds of hard work can we sow the fruit name of victory!
Looking at more and more awards on the wall and more and more "A+" works on the table, I am surprised to have this stage! Calligraphy is my most dazzling stage forever!