Some people like music; Some people like art; Others like football. But what I like best is calligraphy.
I remember when I was in the second grade, by chance, I signed up for a calligraphy class at school, and the story between me and calligraphy began here.
I didn't like calligraphy that much at that time. On the contrary, I personally think that calligraphy is just a kind of entertainment. Until I witnessed teacher Wen's handwriting. Teacher Wen's calligraphy is horizontal and light, vertical and heavy, light and heavy, rigid and soft, vigorous and powerful. Looking at teacher Wen's handwriting, I thought, if only I could write so well! When Teacher Wen wrote Chai Lu, I seemed to see the silence of the forest. When I was writing about Bibeidong University, the scene of heavy snow seemed to be in front of me. Teacher Wen's handwriting is really superb and lifelike!
Looking at this beautiful handwriting, I secretly made up my mind: I must practice my handwriting well and write a good handwriting like Teacher Wen!
So, I began to practice calligraphy every day, finished my homework and practiced calligraphy on weekends. Gradually, gradually, under the guidance of Mr. Wen, I became more and more interested in calligraphy.
Time flies, I'm in Grade Three. My calligraphy is slowly improving. With the encouragement of Teacher Wen, one day, my brothers and sisters and I participated in the 10th Zengcheng Calligraphy Competition.
As soon as I entered the waiting area, I was surrounded by tension. With a feeling of anxiety, I walked into the competition field with heavy steps. I spread out the paper, took out the weight, poured ink skillfully and began to write.
Strange. I picked it up, as if I had entered a no-man's land, where there were only me and words, and those words seemed to be talking to me. They no longer stood there coldly, but became my friends one by one. Some people say that my arms are weak, so I should write better and work harder. Some said, my feet are not good-looking, don't let me be laughed at; Some people say that writing my eyes beautifully is the spirit. At this point, I have been completely intoxicated in the world of calligraphy.
The more I wrote, the more I felt that even the judges didn't find it.
"Little girl, the handwriting is good!"
I came to my senses and quickly replied, "Just so-so, there are many people who write better than me."
The judges praised me for writing carefully and encouraged me to make persistent efforts. I seem to be full of electricity, pick up the brush, and there is room for you to write my signature and cover my exclusive name, and a work is born.
The game is over, and I won the second prize. What a surprise! It turns out that calligraphy is a kind of fun, and there are unexpected gains!
Thanks for the calligraphy. It is you who let me form the habit of self-determination, you keep my heart calm all the time, and you make me feel happy every day.