Although my handwriting is still unsatisfactory, I still vividly remember how I practiced calligraphy every day in order to become good at writing. ?
It must have been around the time when summer and autumn passed, because I remember it clearly. At that time, I often wore a thick sweater that my mother knitted for me. A pair of white rubber shoes. Carrying a small bucket, he hummed and carried half a bucket of water from the well to his grandfather's house. ?
Grandpa will sweep out the yard in advance. The courtyard is made up of bluestone slabs connected one by one. Use a brush dipped in water to write on it. Material life was scarce back then, so this was just to save paper. Only those words that you think are well written can be moved to calligraphy paper. ?
Every time before writing on the bluestone, I would do my pony steps. Hold the pen firmly with your right hand. When grandpa gives the order, I will compete with my brother to see who can write fast and well. It is usually my brother who writes well. Every time I see his vigorous and powerful strokes. I practiced secretly for a long time, but when I couldn't catch up with him, I would cry. ?
Whenever I cry, I want to sit down on the ground and roll around. But these things are not allowed by my mother. Because every time I play and roll around, my clothes and pants will be very dirty, and there is no way to wash them off with soap locust. So, as soon as I started to cry, my mother came with a note and chased me all over the yard. Ha ha.
The happiest thing is that every year during the Spring Festival, grandpa will reserve a Spring Festival couplet for us and let each of us children write it by ourselves. I like to write every time, wishing for everything to go well in the new year, and to receive great blessings and climb higher step by step. ?
Because my dad likes this sentence very much, so every time I write it and show it to her, I will get pocket money in addition to the lucky money. ?
When it’s time to study, practicing calligraphy becomes much more boring. The teacher will ask us to sit on the table and not move around. Just writing a few strokes is a lesson. And you can't just write whatever you want. It makes people feel depressed and speechless. Gradually, the final exam became more important, and our calligraphy class was cancelled. ?
Grandpa is getting old too, and we have grown up. There is even less time to practice calligraphy. Every weekend holiday is spent in cram school. Finally, it was time for grandpa’s birthday to arrive, and when he returned, he was crowded with guests again. There was absolutely no time for us to be alone. ?
So I didn’t practice calligraphy very much later on, and my own handwriting seemed to have no improvement. ?
I really want to go back in time! In the early morning, before I woke up, I went to pick up a small bucket of water. In the evening, when I found the bottom, my grandpa would cook the sweet corn and invite me to come in and eat it. Take one bite and your mouth will be filled with sweetness...