Every Thursday the teacher will ask each of us to teach a calligraphy post. Today it's time to teach calligraphy post again. I can't think of any words to practice. For me, even if I write badly, there will still be my name in the "good" column.
I'm really not used to practicing. I'm not bound by practicing again. I'm really helpless. I found several poems from Shi Wen Hua Yu, one of which I like very much. It's written by Wang Guozhen. It's called happiness. Maybe I should be really happy, except for taking lunch as a pastime and dawdling for 30 minutes. Then sit at the desk, spread out the homework assigned by the teacher, "Shua, Shua" to write. Sometimes they are criticized by English teacher for being late. Alas!
It's not a parent's bond. It's just that this season of happiness is coming, and now it's in the golden age. Everyone has to go through ten years of hard study, go through these steps, go to your heart, and smile with your dreams. Maybe at this time, happiness and lightness will accompany you to old age, white hair, and let your smile rise from the sun to the moon hanging on the head of the tree.
The helplessness of practicing Chinese characters makes me find another flower of life!
