? Me, ink and ink are indispensable things in my life. In the morning, I recorded what I had to do today on paper with ink. Every time I forget, I see what I recorded in ink, and then go on. I rely on ink for my homework every day. Without ink, I will accomplish nothing and waste my youth. Ink and I are like mountains and water. Mountains are boring without water, and water without mountains is helpless. So are ink and me.
? I like calligraphy since I was a child, but for various reasons, I have never learned it. I remember when I was a child, I wrote down my family's names with a brush at home. Today, I can also see that my mouth is rising and I am a young urchin. I am seventeen years old today, but I am interested in calligraphy. Is it late? Is it bad? I don't know. I know I like calligraphy. Although I am stupid, I will stick to it. I love the moment when the pen fell on the paper, and my heart is calm and peaceful. I don't care about complicated things outside, but concentrate on this table of eight immortals. If you are afraid of being flustered and shaking your hands, the word will be abolished. If you move your whole body, all your efforts will be abolished in one breath. I dare not be lazy. Every time I feel bored, I pause, take a deep breath and exhale, and then follow suit. It's been over half a year.
? Today, I am willing to live up to my ink and brighten my life with it. I love it, love it, cherish it and never give up.
? Through the dream of love?