Bitterness and pleasure in practicing calligraphy: essays 1
I have a soft spot for calligraphy since I was a child. My mother is engaged in the mounting industry and has a lot of calligraphy and painting. I am also influenced by art. My mother asked me what I wanted to study, and I said without hesitation. I want to learn to write? . When I was a child, I saw my mother mounting calligraphy and painting, so I scribbled on the paper with my tender little hand and solemnly gave it to my mother for mounting. Whose mother saw it and smiled: If you write well, I'll frame it. All right. ? I said.
So I formed an indissoluble bond with writing. I remember when I was in the second grade, my mother took me to the school calligraphy class to register, and the teacher asked me to try to write. I picked up the brush like a crayon, and soon I got my clothes dirty and my hands were covered with ink. The next day, I entered the calligraphy class, and the teacher officially taught me to write Chinese calligraphy, but my handwriting was crooked, like a defeated soldier on the battlefield, and everyone was dumbfounded, like a caterpillar crawling on paper. Look at the elder sister next to me. Her handwriting is like an elf dancing happily on paper, beautiful and dignified. Like a deflated ball, I slowly put down my brush and don't want to write any more, but whenever I see those big brothers and sisters who can write well, I envy them. So I made up my mind to write the words well. Sometimes writing is sour, and that envy has become the driving force for my writing. Even if it is cold, I will see my little hand still holding a brush across the paper. My hands are always numb with cold after writing, but when I see the correct words, I am extremely proud and proud.
What is fresh in my memory is when I practiced horizontal. The light pen has become a huge stone in my hand, and I can't write the unique charm of Chinese characters. But I don't think I will bow to difficulties. I still write one by one. I still remember what the teacher taught me, starting, pausing, walking and writing. I was ecstatic when I saw the exquisite and dignified words jumping off the paper. Gradually, crooked words became straight words, gradually, straight words became beautiful and dignified words, and gradually, beautiful and dignified words became cheerful dancing elves playing on the paper.
Many things happen. Learning to write like fire has exercised my courage and perseverance. Also let me understand a truth, as long as you have a dream, a goal, and work hard towards this goal, success is ahead.
Bitterness and pleasure of writing essays II.
I used to be in class. The king of carelessness? And then what? International typo superstar? . So I decided to practice my good calligraphy.
One morning, I got up early. Then I told my parents: On the first day of learning calligraphy, I have to write 1000 words? . Mom and dad were overjoyed.
I put the rice paper on the desk first, then pour the ink on the inkstone, and finally let the pen? Rotten? When you are full, you can practice.
Ready to write, I pose as a calligrapher, ready to write? Aim for a thousand miles? what's up Pool? The first stroke of a word. At first, I carefully put the pen tip on the dot. Wow! It's amazing. Ink is actually distributed on paper. So I gave it a try, and slowly, I began to be bold. Whether I like it or not, I crossed the finish line and finished my first stroke. Ah! Did I really write it? Great? Ah! It's staggering. It's ugly to the extreme. But I didn't just stop. I kept writing 15 minutes and a word was born. I showed it to my mother happily, and my mother said happily, Wonderful? . After listening, I jumped up happily again. But I'm nervous because I want to show it to my father. So I wrote the words again. He wrote a paragraph beside the word:? Dad, look at your son's handwriting. Isn't it beautiful? . I think there should be a feeling of writing calligraphy from the beginning: China's Chinese characters are like jumping notes in the music score, and they are like an aura-filled spirit. Look at Tzu Chi I wrote. It seems to have special abilities, which will make people full of ambition. After I finished writing, I showed it to my father. I thought he would praise me, but as a result, he criticized me: look at how ugly this word is. Would you look at this passage again? Really? Did you write those words? Needle? Word, is it really terrible? . After listening, I rushed to my bedroom, closed the door and cried.
Although? Everything is difficult at the beginning? . However, from this trip, I realized that Chinese calligraphy is so rich, so vivid and interesting!
Essay 3 on the Bitterness and Joy of Practicing Chinese Characters
I have studied calligraphy for four years, and now I write good calligraphy. Do you want to know how I practice? There is a lot of bitterness and joy in it.
I remember one day when I was 7 years old, my mother took me to the Youth Palace to enjoy the children's works, which contained calligraphy works in various fonts, as well as many different forms of ink painting and gouache painting. I was so envious that I wanted to learn this skill, so my mother signed me up for a calligraphy interest class. On the first day of class, the teacher asked me to try to write, but I couldn't even hold the brush. I grabbed it like a crayon and got ink all over my hands. It's ridiculous to think about it now. Teacher Ye slowly corrected my pen holding posture, and then asked me to try to write a horizontal line with a brush. As a result, I wrote a horizontal line? Goose bumps? . However, Teacher Ye said that I am very receptive.
But I was naughty then, in my mother's words? Can't sit still for a minute? Less than five minutes after I finished writing, I began to play tricks. Teacher Ye came up to me quietly and said? Extraordinary, do you want to write as well as this little friend? Practice quickly! ? Seeing that everyone was immersed in practice, I was embarrassed to pick up the pen again. After another five minutes, I looked out at the children at the next table; Then he deliberately scribbled on his clothes, tables and chairs with a brush; Then he knocked over the plate with ink, which made the teacher fidgety. The teacher had to stand by me again and again, drawing my attention back to my calligraphy practice again and again. The teacher criticized me this time and praised me next time, which not only made me understand that I didn't do well, but also didn't make me lose confidence. In this way, under the constant reminder and guidance of Teacher Ye, I gradually mastered some tips of calligraphy and spent more and more time practicing in class.
When I was in the first grade, my teacher knew that I was learning calligraphy and asked me to take part in the school calligraphy class. I was very happy. However, I am still careless and naughty. Although I have high understanding and rapid progress, I always get dirty when I come home after writing Chinese calligraphy. Once, when I was playing with my classmate at the next table, he accidentally spilled ink on my desk. Because I always write dirty and I am afraid of being scolded by the teacher, I used my quick wits to clean the ink with the sleeves of my clothes and passed the teacher's scolding easily. But when I got home, my mother tried her best to clean the ink on my school uniform, and I was severely scolded by my mother. I was so disappointed that I couldn't enter the interest class. Now that I think about it, I really regret it. If only the teacher could forgive me and accept me as an apprentice.