I have had a wonderful interest in calligraphy since I was a child, not a passion, but a silent yearning. I never wanted to be a great calligrapher, Rainbow Xi Zhi and Liu Gongquan. I just want to be an unknown calligraphy lover.
When I was a child, my father gave me a copy of Liu Gongquan to practice calligraphy. I grabbed a brush and wrote a word "one" on the paper, which was crooked and didn't smell at all. I tore up the paper, and the angry group became a ball, and then I threw it into the wastebasket with my anger. Since then, I haven't practiced calligraphy for two years. The stage of calligraphy has shrunk in my heart. It's small and dark.
After the first day of junior high school, calligraphy was mentioned in Chinese books and art classes, which revived my love for calligraphy and gave me a feeling of recovery after a deep sleep. After returning home, I took down the dusty brush from the pen holder and brushed the dust off it with my hand, and the idea of writing a few words sprouted in my heart. I grabbed my trembling pen, but I managed to write a few words. At this time, I suddenly felt that calligraphy was not as difficult as I thought. I seem to be standing on the once narrow and dark stage again. At that moment, I seemed to see a calligraphy stage with flashing lights belonging to me!
Now, I practice a page of Chinese calligraphy every night before going to bed. I feel really honored. My love for calligraphy lasted for a long time, and my hard practice during this time has greatly improved my calligraphy. My parents see it in their eyes and enjoy it in their hearts.
One day, my mother suddenly found a calligraphy competition on the Internet. She asked me if I wanted to attend. I really hesitated at that time. Take part, for fear that your handwriting is not good enough. It's a pity not to attend. I slept very restlessly that night. Two ideas are constantly fighting in my mind. After a night of ideological struggle, I signed up with the mentality of focusing on participation.
I didn't want to win the prize at all, but I devoted myself to writing those words. "Do your best!" I thought to myself. I write every word very hard, carefully and seriously. Sweat lingered on my forehead for a long time, but I still insisted on writing it down. After I finished writing, I felt I had outdone myself. Those words seem to be full of spirituality, which shows a lofty goal and inner desire of mine.
A few days later, a strange phone call turned out to be good news that I won the Excellence Award. Hearing the news, I was so excited that tears came to my eyes. ...
Although the number of awards I won is not high, I know I have succeeded! I feel that a magnificent and glittering stage has been built in my heart, and then the protagonist of the stage appears.
It turns out that the ideal does not abandon the people who pursue it painstakingly. As long as he doesn't stop pursuing, he will bathe in the glory of his ideal and dance on the stage in his heart.