I felt butterflies in my stomach when I started calligraphy class ten years ago. I wondered what I was doing there. At that moment, I couldn't have known that I'd just made one of the best(choose) of my life.
I sat down and listened to the teacher (introduce) the tools of the craft. Then it was the first time for(I)that I had tried my hand. I took up the brush, using the correct gesture,(dip) it in the ink, and carefully wrote "one" Chinese.
Over the past five years, I have learned to make versions of well-known poems. Calligraphy seemed like a bridge, connected me to authors from centuries past. Stroke(笔画) by stroke, word by word, I could feel their emotions, cherished my own peace and learned(appreciate) my daily life.
Now, calligraphy is not just hobby, It is a way to remove myself from the worries of life. Rolling out the paper, I can write for a whole day. Calligraphy (able) me to balance my busy schedule and live(peace).
