Unlike her previous approach of appreciating the text as a whole, this time, she focused on the first sentence: The Beauty's Bath, the fragrant lotus blossoms in the azure pond.
She stared at it for quite a while, then gathered a set of brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, moved to another desk, sat down, and began to imitate it.
Immersed in her studies, time always flew by. It had been a long time since He Ya Ru experienced this feeling. When Wu Fang from the street called them for lunch, she had already copied the first sentence fifty or sixty times.
"Ya Ru, let's go, eat first, don't keep them waiting too long," the old lady called her.
He Ya Ru picked one that she thought she had imitated best and quickly followed.
On the way, she remembered Li Shi was writing a paper and told the old lady about it.
The old lady immediately said, "Teacher Li's paper, I must take a look at it in advance."
