The rising sun breaks through the clouds, and the radiant moment is wonderful; the athletes with strong postures bravely strive to be first, and the moment when they cross the finish line is wonderful; the sweaty climbers stand on the top of the mountain, taking in a panoramic view of everything. The moment when Shan was small was also wonderful. However, an accidental encounter during the trip gave me a new understanding of wonderful things.
It was a day in July. I was walking leisurely in the ancient city of Taierzhuang on the path paved with bluestones. A large group of people gathered in front of me attracted my attention. I took a closer look curiously. At the entrance of the antique shop, there were two tables, one red and one black. Sitting on them was a middle-aged woman about forty years old. . The yellow top decorated with sparkling patterns, the rose-red loose trousers, the short chestnut hair in curls, and the toenails on both feet were dyed bright red. He looked like a folk artist on stage, and I smiled to myself. What is she doing? I have seen many such stalls in scenic spots, but they are just for attention and a meal, so I am quite disdainful.
When I was about to leave, a breeze blew by, and the folk artist's two empty sleeves also flew up. I was shocked, and my feet seemed to be fixed, firmly. Sucking on the ground, she looked back again and looked at the folk artist again. She - really had no hands!
A big boy stepped forward: "Teacher Chen, please write me a fan!" She nodded with a smile, skillfully lifted a folding fan from the table with her feet, and stepped on it with her left foot. , the right foot spread out with a "swish". She raised her right foot, used her two toes to pick up a brush from the pen holder beside her, dipped it in the ink, and licked it at the edge of the inkstone. She thought for a moment, then walked slowly on the folding fan with the tip of her pen, sometimes stopping the pen slowly, sometimes lifting it gently. The strong tip of the pen was no less than that of any calligrapher or painter. The surrounding audience held their breath, fearing to disturb the calligrapher who was engrossed in his creation. I saw the pen between her toes moving faster and faster, like a dragon traveling through a deep stream. With a beautiful pause, the brush turned and rose gorgeously, ending the performance. The quiet crowd suddenly burst into applause. Inadvertently, my finger pressed the shutter to record this wonderful moment.
The bright smile still rippled on her face. She skillfully picked up a seal, pressed hard on the inscription, then picked up the fan bone with her right foot and handed it to the boy: "I wish you Success in your studies!" I then noticed that on the other side of the fan were three blooming peonies. Against the backdrop of gradient green leaves, they glowed with endless vitality. Needless to say, this was another work by this calligrapher.
When I raised my head, all I could see were vigorous calligraphy works and colorful Chinese peonies, which were breathtaking. The business card of "Toe Calligrapher and Painter - Chen Qian" next to me made me even more amazed. In awe. How did a disabled person who lost his arms and could hardly take care of himself practice such superb calligraphy? Looking at those feet again, the calluses between the toes seem to tell us about her tortuous journey of practicing calligraphy and painting, and the blooming peonies on the fan seem to convey to us her strong and optimistic attitude towards life.
Yes, life requires faith, courage, and perseverance. Only those who still have hope and keep making progress in the face of adversity can create the miracle of life and bloom their own splendor!