Since primary school, my handwriting is very poor, and I always think that this kind of thing doesn't matter. I bought the copybook that the teacher asked me to buy, but I threw it on the table. A year later, only a few pages are dotted with words and put at home as decorations. After hundreds of years of idleness, copybooks gradually became dusty.
When I entered junior high school, my calligraphy practice still didn't improve, and I didn't excel. For example, the teacher gave me a boy, and my evaluation was only B or C, but I still don't care as much as I did in primary school. This state lasted until the first summer vacation after graduating from senior one. At that time, Mr. Peng asked Sheng and Zhou Bohan to start accepting disciples and then teach them to practice calligraphy.
When my mother found out, she nagged me in my ear every day to let me participate. Because I wanted to get rid of this nagging early, I worshipped Zhou Bohan as a teacher and began to practice calligraphy at his home. From then on, I began to like practicing calligraphy.
When the next day arrived, I thought my handwriting would be very different from the first day when I wrote my homework in the exercise book. But the effect is not obvious. Only a few words are better written, and my heart is burning with anger-what's the use of practicing calligraphy at Zhou Bohan's house? Is it ridiculous to laugh at my progress in writing every day during the summer vacation? An idea of practicing calligraphy came to mind.
From that day on, every time Mr. Peng teaches a word, I always listen carefully, and then carefully observe the discretion of every word written by Mr. Peng on the blackboard. Whenever Mr. Peng points out my mistakes, he always listens carefully and tries to correct them. When doing his homework at night, he insists on writing slowly, even if it takes more time. Therefore, it always takes me twice as long to finish what my classmates wrote in ten minutes. In this way, I always use the courseware time to make up the unfinished homework during the evening self-study. Although tired and troublesome, the teacher's score is gradually rising, and now it has reached 39.
Take out my current exercise book and compare the words in last semester's exercise book. Finally, it can be said that one is in the sky and the other is on the ground. Things on the ground can only look up at the sky, but they can't even face it.
The name of my calligraphy road is persistence.