Once upon a time, I was intoxicated with black and white running water; Once upon a time, I learned to precipitate myself in a black-and-white world. The colorful strokes on rice paper not only wrote down the past, but also wrote down the tranquility of my life.
When I was a child, I often saw my grandfather holding a full and firm brush in his hand, solemnly and firmly leaving that trace on the paper. I am curious, so I often lie on my desk and watch my grandfather write. Maybe it's predestined. At that time, my heart left a place for Four Treasures of the Study. When I was old, I began to pester my grandfather to teach me to write Chinese calligraphy.
I will never forget the excitement and surge in my heart when I picked up that pen for the first time. Grandpa grabbed my tender little hand and pressed the pen on the paper, controlling it like magic. The pen tip left the starting point of my calligraphy road on the paper like dancing. After that, he galloped in the calligraphy world.
In this world, I know that Wang Xizhi practiced a word, forgetting to eat and sleep. I learned that Liu Gongquan devoted himself to learning and founded the "Liu Shu" school. Looking at the elegant Preface to Lanting Collection and the completely different Yan Gu for half a century, I silently made up my mind to stick to calligraphy, and this persistence also brought me a different kind of peace. After middle school, the time to practice calligraphy is decreasing day by day, and the heavy study pressure also makes me feel annoyed.
The failure of the exam before the National Day made the originally gloomy sky more overcast. During the holiday, I finally had time to open the "Four Treasures of the Study" that I had installed for a long time. Spread out the paper, the white paper is spotless, as if waiting for me to add color to its fate, and that kind of familiar feeling surges from the bottom of my heart. The early autumn breeze outside the window blew into the room with a little coolness, brushed my face, stirred up a few hairs and made the rice paper hiss.
I held the pen in one hand and pressed the paper in the other, and wrote the three characters "clean, competitive and quiet" with full strokes. Suddenly, the unhappiness in my heart was vented on the paper and turned into a series of pen marks. Looking at this black-and-white photo, my mood suddenly became quiet. The clear lines cleared up the complexity and noise that had been entangled in my heart for a long time and gave me peace.
Since then, whenever I feel depressed, I will pick up a pen and write down my feelings. In the black and white world, I found myself and found peace. Calligraphy has given me peace in my life.