Speaking of becoming a young calligrapher, there is a colorful story!
This story is like a tree in heaven, with many dense leaves, each of which is suffering. I still clearly remember the first time I wrote Chinese calligraphy. The soft brush wobbles like a drunk in my hand, and I can't even draw a straight line, let alone write. Although I try to control the pen in my hand, the strokes I can write are still as ugly as sawtooth. But I know that only hard work can win, and failure is also the mother of success, so I continued to practice and finally wrote satisfactorily.
In the days to come, regardless of the wind and rain, I kept practicing in the Children's Palace, listened carefully to the teacher's main points in class, and kept writing at home, but I was never satisfied. I don't know how many times I practiced until nine o'clock. Once, the teacher asked us to prepare a work for the competition. Because it was the first time for me to write on rice paper, I didn't dare to write rashly, and finally I wrote it on the premise of typing a few drafts. Mom found that the size didn't match and wanted to write a new one. As soon as I heard this, my tears came down. My mother said earnestly, "Only after countless efforts can we succeed!" So I dried my tears and wrote another one. Although my hands and feet are sore, I am very happy.
Careful watering finally reached the day when the flowers bloomed, and my beautiful calligraphy was praised by the teacher. After that, the flowers grew bigger and bigger, and under the glittering signboard of "100 little calligraphers", we wrote words that made us proud. Recently, I also won the first prize of the primary school students' calligraphy live competition, and there are only four places when I won the first prize.
I am so excited! I firmly believe that my calligraphy flower will bloom more and more vigorously! I am proud, I am a little calligrapher!