I formally studied calligraphy in the first grade calligraphy class. I thought I could finally "play" this interesting "thing"
However, I didn't expect calligraphy to be so boring. There will always be only black and white paper, and one pen will be written countless times, day after day. I finally can't stand it. I stayed at home and didn't go to calligraphy class, crying. At that time, my mother didn't say anything and sat quietly, her eyes seemed to be full of disappointment. I know my mother is angry because I gave up halfway. I went to my mother and whispered, "Mom, I'm sorry, let's go to class."
Finally, in the second grade, I won the third prize in a national competition. Although it was the third prize, it was a great encouragement to me, but what I didn't expect was that all these efforts were just a small beginning and there were more difficulties waiting for me. After studying for a long time, my mother began to be strict with my writing. A work is often written more than ten times, and it is always rewritten because of a small mistake. The font changes more and more, and the road to calligraphy is difficult. With my mother's encouragement, I persisted today.
I have dreamed of calligraphy since I was a child, and I have realized and perfected this dream step by step. If you want to ask me what my dream is now, it is to go on, complete my dream of calligraphy, and carry forward my China calligraphy to the world. My dream