I love and practice calligraphy. For calligraphy, I once had troubles and wanted to give up, but the joy of harvesting again and again kept me going for four years.
By a coincidence, I embarked on the road of calligraphy. When I was five years old, my father enrolled me in a calligraphy class at Beilin Children's Palace. Since then, I have embarked on the road of calligraphy seeking art. At first, because of my love and impulse to calligraphy, I studied hard in calligraphy class and was often praised by teachers. Back home, I also insisted on practicing calligraphy. Make time to practice a few big characters every day.
But after a long time, this boring and monotonous life bored me, and I didn't want to go to the Children's Palace or practice calligraphy at home. I really want to give up learning calligraphy.
When my thoughts were contradictory and my heart was full of anxiety, an old man helped me out of the predicament. I really want to thank this old man for having where I am today.
The old man is an amateur student in our class. He writes well, but he often comes to learn on time. My "fluctuations" during that time did not escape his eyes. After seeing my mood change, he encouraged me to stick to everything.