My composition on the road of calligraphy

When the charm of history and culture infects the blood of my youth, when everything is gratifying to condense in my pen, when everything is boring to occupy all of myself. . . . , I completely ignore, day after day, year after year, from simple to complex, from line to position, painting after painting, telling my vicissitudes of life, sweat and diligence condensed into my greatest harvest-tempered my mood and perseverance, let me feel the hardships and heroism of the calligraphy road.