Let's meet this farmer calligrapher at the foot of Jinggangshan.
When he first entered the military camp, his words were favored by officers and men. In that era when the internet was underdeveloped, the wall newspaper was a "supply station" for the officers and men of the army. When the barracks went out of the wall, his figure did not fall once.
In my spare time, I often go to the company's reading room to read books. Through study, I basically mastered the skills of calligraphy.
After leaving the army, he became an authentic farmer, but his obsession with calligraphy continued unabated. When others play cards and chat, he often practices calligraphy alone in the room.
At that time, my family was poor and I couldn't afford paper, so I practiced on the ground. Without ink, he practiced with water. He also set himself a small goal: I hope my calligraphy works can be exhibited in Beijing at the age of 50.
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