Examples are as follows:
One hot summer, my mother drove me to my teacher's house to study.
I spread rice paper on the table, picked up a pen and dipped it in ink. A thick stream of classical ink spread in the air. I put my pen on the paper and began to write slowly. The brush dipped in ink wriggles and wriggles on the paper like a snake from the tip to the body. Finally, the word "ink" was perfectly interpreted by me.
After writing one, give it to the teacher for approval. The teacher pointed to the words and said that the structure was too loose, and pointed to the words and said that the thickness was uneven. Just want to punch me.
I went back to my seat and looked at the copybook in confusion. I am dissatisfied and puzzled: What's the matter? But I'm not a quitter. I tried to find the difference between them and copied these words over and over again. So after every study, I feel very tired and complain bitterly, and I can't feel the "beauty" in my mother's mouth at all.
Time flies, time slips through my fingers, and one day a few years later-I am worried about the "sea of questions" in front of me. When I turned my face and saw a calligraphy work on the wall, I immediately had the idea of practicing calligraphy.
I quickly spread rice paper on the table, poured ink, and prepared the Preface to Lanting. I write one stroke at a time, observe the meticulous brushwork of the great calligrapher Wang Xizhi intently, and then concentrate on writing my works. I can't help secretly congratulating myself on my skillful writing.
When I close my eyes, I seem to see Wang Xizhi standing by the river, dressed in a white suit, elegant and graceful, having a heart-to-heart talk with my friend * *, and studying calligraphy with him. There is a sense of justice in his words. I felt much better when I opened my eyes. Wonderful calligraphy brings me coolness. Enjoy the process of practicing calligraphy. It can cultivate my sentiment better than reading, and let me appreciate beauty better than all the flowers in the world.