When I was a child, my father wrote Spring Festival couplets. My father hasn't read any books, but he is very diligent and has practiced good calligraphy since he was a child. In my memory, every New Year's Eve, my father asked me to buy red paper and pen and ink. He cleaned the dust at home and decorated the atmosphere of the New Year. My father is very skilled. No need to cut the ruler, a piece of red paper is folded in half twice. Cut out two pairs of thin and wide pieces of paper between your fingers along the overlapping marks, and then stack the size of each word diagonally to splash ink. The pen is full of ink, so my father can write freely. After a while, he wrote a couplet. My brother and I helped each other, holding long wet couplets. At this time, my father always wanted me to learn calligraphy, never forgetting to impart knowledge, and taught me to recite "if you want to be regular, you will be horizontal if you want to be left;" If you want to go down first, you must be firm and straight, don't bend too much, it takes twists and turns to become a calligraphy formula.
Perhaps influenced by my father, I gradually became fond of dancing with paper and ink. One Spring Festival, I volunteered to write Spring Festival couplets. In order to prepare for the Spring Festival couplets, I practiced calligraphy all winter vacation. However, from practice to creation, I have no confidence to cross this hurdle. In previous years, my father only needed two pieces of red paper to paste both indoors and outdoors, and the taste and joy of the year filled my heart. And I have written it countless times, and I always feel that I am a messenger and dare not go to the wall for fear that my neighbors will laugh at me. My father seems to know what I am thinking. After comments and encouragement, he put up couplets with me with a ladder.
That year, my father was very happy, because the Spring Festival couplets condensed his father's expectations; That year, I was very proud, because the Spring Festival couplets wrote down my self-confidence, and my childhood taught me to appreciate myself.
That year's Spring Festival couplets were posted from the beginning of the year to the end of the year. Although the wind and rain faded the ink, and the taste of the year gradually faded, the ink was still flowing.