踏着满是泥泞的山路,坚持不懈地走到尽头。登上峰顶,回首发现留下的脚印是那么渺小,回味却是那么意味深长。生活中,书法是我不可或缺的一部分,它伴随我成长,伴随我度过春夏秋冬,伴随我走过酸甜苦辣的日子。记得在幼儿园上中班时,爸爸给我报了书法班。那天,一走进书法班的门, Stepping full of muddy mountain road, unswervingly come to an end. Ascended the Peak, looking back and found the footprints left is so small, but the aftertaste is so meaningful. Life, calligraphy is an integral part of me, it grows with me, with me through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, with me through the ups and downs of the day. I remember in the kindergarten class, my father reported me calligraphy classes. That day, a door into the calligraphy class,